Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines - Chapter 361

Chapter 361: Girls Talk [I]
“I know what you’re thinking,” the kid said, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

His voice was small but at the same time, it was too mature for his size. “You’re wondering who this kid is and why he’s charging you money. Which is why I always tell Sebastian here to explain it before he drags people into my domain.”

Azel turned to Sebastian, who was grinning sheepishly and scratching the back of his neck.

“That,” Sebastian said, “is the other Grand Mage in the Academy… Sir Torrent.”

Azel blinked, turning back to the boy.

He’d seen Sir Torrent before… he was the master of psionics and mental constructs, which earned him his title known as the “Mental Mage.”

But in his mind, Sir Torrent was supposed to be tall, intimidating, and old… not a twelve-year-old sitting in a chair with short legs and the face of a grumpy librarian.

“But I thought Sir Torrent was a bit… bigg—Ow!”

A book smacked him in the forehead before he could finish.

“Don’t you dare complete that sentence!” the kid snapped, pointing an accusing finger at him. “Or I’ll turn your brain to mush!”

“Come on, stop ruining the fun,” Sebastian laughed, resting against the wall like this was completely normal. “For context, Grand Mage Torrent here turns into that child-like form whenever he expends too much mental energy. He grows back… eventually.”

Sebastian chuckled again. “Can you imagine? This guy’s nearly fifty, still turning into a kid.”

Azel had to bite his lip to stop himself from laughing, but the sight of Torrent’s tiny hand glowing with psychic energy made him freeze.

“I said stop laughing,” Torrent growled, the air around him began glowing.

“Just pay up,” he added, glaring daggers at Sebastian. “You’ve inconvenienced me too much already.”

Azel sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

Thirty gold for five hours sounded like a lot, but when he thought about what the mental domain offered… time compression, combat simulation, aura training, it was basically a high-grade hyperbolic time chamber.

Expensive, yes, but fair.

Still, one thing bothered him. How was this little guy supposed to go teach his class like that?

“You know me, Tory,” Sebastian said, smiling wide as he stood up.

Torrent’s glare immediately sharpened. “Don’t. Call. Me. Tory.”

Sebastian ignored him completely. “I don’t have any gold on me, but I can promise you this…” He smirked. “I’ll stop talking to your sister.”

Torrent froze.

His expression relaxed instantly and a deep breath of relief leaving his small chest.

“Will you really?” he asked hopefully.

Sebastian flashed him a bright, too-innocent smile. “…I lied.”

He turned, kicked the window open, and jumped straight out.

Azel blinked. “Wait, we’re on the third floor—”

BOOM!

A wave of psychic energy tore through the air, smashing the window frame to bits and blowing a hole through part of the wall.

“Motherfucker!” Torrent shouted, his tiny voice shaking the room as he clenched his small fists. “I can’t believe I keep letting that bastard use me!”

Azel couldn’t help himself… he chuckled. Then he walked over and patted the kid’s back like he was consoling a fellow victim of tragedy.

“I can understand your pain,” Azel said solemnly. “He really is a pain in the ass.”

Torrent stopped, looking up at him with wide offended eyes.

“How can you understand? You’re a womanizer too!”

Azel froze. “That doesn’t matter.”

“Yes, it does!” Torrent jabbed a finger into his chest, his glasses sliding down as his face scrunched up.

Azel shook his head. “No. That man’s a sadist. He thrives on the suffering of others. That alone should make us allies, shouldn’t it?”

Torrent’s mouth opened, then closed again. His expression changed from suspicion to slow, devilish realization.

“Hehehehehehehehehee…”

Azel blinked. “Uh—”

“Yes… yes!” Torrent said, standing on his chair with a spark of insanity in his eyes. “I can see the vision! Together, we’ll end that bastard once and for all!”

Azel smiled. “Glad we’re on the same page.”

Torrent pointed toward the floor. “Lie down. Let’s develop something that’ll kill that bastard.”

Azel sighed but he did as told.

…

While two madmen in desperate need of revenge plotted their first great act of vengeance, the world outside the mental chamber moved on.

Across the academy’s sun-bathed halls, Esme was wandering aimlessly.

Her steps echoed softly on the marble floors as she passed students rushing to the cafateria.

None of them noticed her, but she noticed every single one of them, especially the ones who weren’t Azel.

‘Where is he?’ she thought.

She’d never thought she’d care enough to look for him.

Not seriously, anyway. But the strange mix of irritation and worry in her chest wouldn’t go away.

‘I didn’t see him in class today,’ she thought, brushing a strand of hair from her face. ‘Isn’t there some kind of fine for a class representative not showing up?’

She frowned. It wasn’t like Azel to miss class without reason. And after that whole incident yesterday with Skinbutcher, she had a bad feeling in her gut.

‘It’s like he disappeared after morning assembly,’ she thought.

She’d checked the training field, the dueling grounds, even the cafeteria… Nothing.

Now she was tempted to run straight to the dorms just to confirm he wasn’t hiding somewhere.

Her steps carried her into the Infirmary instead.

The familiar clean scent of healing salves filled her nose.

Maids in white uniforms moved quietly between rooms, tending to injured students.

Esme approached the Head Maid, a mature woman with soft black hair tied back neatly.

“Excuse me,” Esme said politely. “Sorry for disturbing you, but have you seen Azel Thorne? The first-year representative?”

The maid paused, eyes widening slightly.

“Yes,” she said slowly. “He came here earlier to check on Lady Sybil Astra, who had been knocked out. But I’m not aware of where he went after that.”

Esme blinked. “Sybil…?”

The maid nodded. “She’s still in the private recovery wing.”

“Could you direct me there, please?”

“Of course, Miss.”

The maid pointed toward the far end of the hallway, where the private rooms were reserved for noble students.

Esme thanked her and walked briskly down the corridor, her boots clicking softly against the tiled floor.

She stopped in front of the door and hesitated for a moment.

A muffled sound reached her ears.

She frowned.

It sounded like… crying?

She turned the handle and opened the door slowly.

The sight that met her froze her in place.

Sybil was sitting on the edge of a bed with her face buried in her hands and her shoulders trembling.

A bandage was wrapped around her forehead, catching the light from the window but it didn’t look like she was wounded there… Either that or she had already healed.

Tears streamed down her cheeks and her green hair stuck to her wet skin.

‘Eh… I’ve never seen Sybil cry before,’ Esme thought, blinking in disbelief.

For as long as she’d known her, which was quite a short while… Sybil had always carried herself like a goddess who said curse words.

But now… she just looked pained.

“Hey…” Esme said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

Sybil raised her head slightly.

Her eyes were red and watery.

She stared at Esme for a long moment before wiping her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“He didn’t see me…” she whispered as her voice trembled.

Esme blinked. “Huh?”

“He didn’t even come.”

Sybil bit her lip, trying to keep her voice strong but failing miserably.

“I made him angry…”