Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines - Chapter 380

Chapter 380: No!
Charlotte however beckoned her sister over.

“Just bring it over here, sis. I need something to drink.” she said, and Esther walked over, letting Charlotte take a drink from the tray.

The others, still shaken by what Rain had just told them, also reached out and began taking drinks one by one.

Flare was in shock and she felt pain… Azel was one of the only people that actually made the effort to be her friend, he had also bought her enough food to last her the month and also complimented her looks.

Esme was pained, she was so pained that her eyes were very wet.

‘Azel… died?’ He had hospitalized the professor on her behalf and she didn’t even have the chance to thank him… so he was gone like that? The drink trembled in her hands.

Sylvia on the other hand wasn’t as visibly shaken as them since she had a different reason for staying around Azel.

‘Seems like I’ll have to approach Reinhardt.’ She thought, however she didn’t like the fact that she was one of his free use toys in the future so she wouldn’t let him touch her.

“What’s going on?” Esther asked as she dropped the tray on the table and opened one of the drinks for herself.

“B-boss… is dead.” Charlotte’s voice cracked.

She clutched her bottle tightly, looking down at the floor as the ache in her chest grew heavier.

It wasn’t romantic heartbreak or unrequited love.

It was simpler… Azel had treated her fairly, paid her generously, and gave her work.

He made her feel useful and respected even though she was a scammer. Now that he was gone… where would she ever find another Boss like that? Where would she find a boss that paid gold without wanting her to lay on his bed?!

“O-oh…” Esther whispered, her heart sinking as well.

Sybil’s hands trembled violently.

Her shoulders were stiff, her jaw was clenched and her eyes burned with a hatred so sharp it could have cut stone.

“Who…” Sybil asked slowly as she stared down at Rain. “Tell me a specific name. I’ll make them rue the day.”

“It’s Nari,” Rain said carefully. “But you weren’t even able to beat Velkin, you shouldn’t—”

Sybil didn’t let her finish.

Wind blasted around her in a sharp burst, and in an instant she shot out the window, shattering the glass as she launched herself toward the barrier outside.

The others rushed to the broken opening, staring as Sybil soared upward, wind spiraling around her like a furious storm.

The closer she got to the barrier, the more clearly she could see the nightmare waiting outside.

Even in the darkness of night, the corrupted energy glowed like writhing veins stretching across the land.

And beyond the glowing barrier, she saw them… abominations of all shapes and sizes.

There were humanoid silhouettes with far too many limbs. Beast-like ones with melted skin and gigantic silhouettes scraping the ground with twisted horns.

Her breath hitched.

Her anger faltered for a moment as she stared at the sheer number of creatures waiting like starving beasts outside a cage.

“I wouldn’t go near like that, young lady.”

Sybil nearly jerked as the voice sounded from beside her.

A boy… no, a young man floated in the air next to her with his arms crossed casually.

He looked her age, but his voice carried the weight of someone much older.

It was Grand Mage Torrent.

He hovered effortlessly, looking out past the barrier with irritation.

“There are abominations beyond these barriers,” he continued. “Sure, you can leave. But what guarantees your return? You won’t make it three minutes with that attitude.”

“One of theirs killed someone that was mine.” Sybil said. “I want to kill her.”

Torrent looked at her for a moment, then exhaled a soft chuckle.

“If that’s what you’re thinking, then wait until tomorrow. I’ll be taking a group of students with me. We’ll go searching for any survivors that couldn’t reach the Academy in time.” He glanced at her. “If we find the person you want, you can go wild then.”

Sybil looked between him and the barrier.

Her fists clenched and her eyes burned but she wasn’t stupid. Charging out right now would be suicide.

And Azel… Azel wouldn’t have wanted her to throw herself away blindly.

“…Okay,” she finally muttered. “Just make sure to call me.”

“Great.” Torrent smiled lightly.

Then he raised his hand.

He snapped his fingers.

A pulse of invisible psionic energy burst outward like a ripple in water. Every curse creature crawling too close to the barrier instantly disintegrated into dust… dozens of them vanishing in the blink of an eye.

Sybil’s eyes widened. “How did you do that…?”

“This?” Torrent raised his hand again and snapped his fingers lazily.

Another wave spread out, erasing several more curses as if they’d never existed. “It’s my magic. You can’t copy it.”

And with that, he teleported away without another word.

Sybil remained floating in the air, staring at the place he had been. Then she looked up at the sky, the moonlight reflecting in her eyes.

‘Mother always used to say death leads to reincarnation… I wonder if the goddess would be kind enough to give Azel a second chance of life in the same body.’ Her throat tightened.

She swallowed hard, forcing herself not to cry.

As she was in the air, her tears would scatter with the wind.

She breathed in slowly, wiped her eyes, and then shot back toward the Alchemy classroom.

…

Far away… in a divine plane untouched by corruption, there was a brilliant clearing of grass stretching endlessly beneath a warm sun.

It had a pond full with crystal-clear water, and two figures splashed around in it in human form.

Erblim and Arhya.

They laughed as they threw water at each other, the air around them filled with their playful shouts.

The gentle wind moved the fields as if dancing to their delight.

Azel sat at a white wooden table nearby.

In front of him was an assortment of snacks: fruit, pastries, biscuits, and a cup of steaming tea whose scent was calming enough to soothe the soul.

Opposite him sat a girl who looked no older than ten.

She was small, adorable… and extremely dangerous.

A goddess.

“For the last time, I’m telling you no.” Azel said firmly while staring at her. “You look just a bit bigger than my daughter for crying out loud.”

The goddess puffed out her cheeks in frustration, grabbed a handful of biscuits, and stuffed them angrily into her mouth.

“Then we’ll stay here until the rest of eternity!” she said with her cheeks full. “I’ve been living for hundreds of thousands of years already, I can do more.”

‘Fuck me…’

“Can I?” She asked, momentarily blinking out of anger.