Extra’s Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines - Chapter 404

Chapter 404: Date With Sybil [II]
Sybil’s cheeks warmed… it seemed he cared about them, including her very much.

There was something strangely soft about the way he talked about the future, about wanting all of them to live somewhere peaceful.

It made her heart twist in a way she wasn’t used to like tenderness pressed through embarrassment.

“That’s a fine goal. Who knows? We could all run off to the edge of the world,” Sybil said as she tapped her spoon against the empty plate. “Build a big place there and live like a happy family.”

“That honestly doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” Azel replied.

She slid the oversized ice-cream cup toward him, and he leaned in to sip from the single straw.

The cold sweet flavor seemed to brighten his expression. “But don’t you want our children to get the best education the world has to offer?”

“We can teach them ourselves, yunno.” Sybil nodded confidently, though her eyes softened the moment she glanced down at the plate of steak.

She cut a piece, jabbed it with her fork, and held it toward him. “I’d rather my kids not go through all the noble nonsense I’m going through.”

Azel nodded and handed the cup back as she fed him the bite of steak.

“Well, they’ll inherit your magic, so I don’t see the problem.”

…

When they finally stepped outside, the cool air washed over them, and Sybil stretched her arms high.

“That was amazing food. I feel very full,” she said, patting her stomach.

“Yeah, you look really fat,” Azel teased, placing his palm on her belly before she slapped his hand away with a flustered squeak.

“You’re making it sound like I’m pregnant,” she muttered, though there was an unmistakable shy pinkness on her cheeks.

She turned her gaze back to him. “So… where should we go now?”

“I don’t know. This is your city, right? You’re supposed to show me around.”

“Then I have to show you the Aerial Performance! Come on, you’ll love it,” Sybil said, excitement bubbling up in her chest. “Though I can do far better, yunno.”

“Let’s see it then,” Azel replied.

Just as they prepared to take off again, Bella came sprinting down the road like she’d been chased by wolves.

“My lady! Wait up! Clan Head has told me to relay something of importanc—”

Sybil’s eyes widened in annoyance.

She snatched Azel’s hand, and before Bella could finish, Sybil blasted into the sky with enough wind pressure that dust scattered across the street.

Bella stopped mid-run, choking for air as she leaned onto her knees.

“Why doesn’t she just listen…?” Bella wheezed, then straightened as she adjusted her dress. “It’s something very important…”

But Sybil was predictable. Bella grit her teeth and took off running again… she knew exactly where her lady was heading.

The Quadruplets of Air.

…

“Are you sure you shouldn’t listen to her?” Azel asked as they flew near a small stadium on the city’s far end.

“She’s always saying something serious. We’re on a date. I’ll deal with whatever happens after,” Sybil answered.

Beneath them, the stadium was packed, people cheering, confetti-like petals floating on the air currents. “They’re called the Quadruplets of Air. They only perform in Astra City, so people travel from everywhere to watch them.”

“Performances with wind magic, huh?” Azel said as the four women entered the arena, greeted by cheers and flowers thrown from the stands.

“Yes, but it’s not just spells. It’s synchronized movement… it looks like a dance but they’re very good with it.”

She pulled him closer, her shoulder brushing his chest. The warmth made her ears red.

The Quadruplets raised their hands together and the entire stadium fell silent.

A gentle breeze swept across the arena.

Then the performance began.

Wind curled around their ankles, lifting the first sister with a soft spiral.

She rose higher and higher until the second sister flicked her wrist, turning the spiral into a flowing platform of air that expanded like a blooming flower.

The third sister leapt into it, scattering motes of mana that glowed like stars, while the fourth compressed the wind into sharp bursts that launched the others upward and sideways in perfect rhythm.

Each movement flowed into the next that it even made Azel look surprised.

They wouldn’t be half bad fighters since fighting itself was a kind of dance.

The sisters danced with the wind… catching, redirecting, propelling, and weaving between currents like they were threads in a fabric.

Their movements formed spirals, crescents, arcs, and blooming explosions of soft wind that illuminated the arena.

Azel exhaled. “That’s… actually beautiful.”

Sybil flicked her hair. “Hmph, watch this. We practiced it for a while.”

She released his hand and dropped like a stone.

Azel’s eyes widened as she fell directly into the heart of the performance, the Quadruplets reacting instantly as though they’d rehearsed this their whole lives.

One sister intercepted Sybil mid-air, spinning with her in a tight circle before launching her toward the next sister with a gust of sapphire wind.

The second caught Sybil’s hand and twisted, generating a tornado of mana around them as they spun together, skirts flaring like blooming flowers.

She tossed Sybil to the third, who leaned back with her entire body, using the momentum to hurl Sybil downward in a beautiful arc.

The fourth sister waited at the ground level with a powerful wind spell.

At the exact moment Sybil approached, she released it, blasting Sybil back upward with a burst of emerald wind that glittered across the stadium.

Sybil ascended like a shooting star and stretched her arms out in a dramatic pose.

The stadium exploded with screams, cheers, flowers, and silver ares tossed into the air.

The Quadruplets caught her gracefully as all five women posed together in the center.

Azel stared.

‘She really didn’t need to do all that… but damn.’

The celebration came to a stop when Bella slammed into the stadium, tripping as she stumbled past confused guards.

“My l-lady…!” Bella panted desperately.

Sybil floated over with her hands on her hips. “Bella, seriously, what now?”

“You’ve been following me since earlier,” Sybil continued, rolling her eyes.

Then Bella’s voice cracked.

“The Clan Mistress… has been brutally wounded—”

Sybil didn’t wait for the rest.

Her body tensed and her breath stopped in her throat before she shot upward like a missile, wind exploding beneath her feet.

She didn’t look at Azel. She didn’t look at the crowd. She didn’t even spare the performers a second glance.

She flew like her heart had been ripped out.