The Extra is a Genius!? - Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Chapter 430: Before the Academy
Sunlight crept gently through the curtains, pale and soft, warming the edges of the room before either of them stirred.

Charlotte was the first to shift.

Her fingers, still curled lightly against Noel’s shirt, tightened for a second as if clinging to a dream she didn’t want to lose. Then she blinked awake slowly — eyes unfocused, lashes trembling — before she realized where she was.

And who she was leaning on.

Her breath hitched, just barely.

Noel felt the movement before he opened his eyes. He blinked once, the world swimming into focus: Charlotte’s pink hair scattered across his chest, her forehead pressed against him, her legs tangled with his beneath the blankets. Her warmth, familiar now, seeped into him like the last memory of the night before.

“Morning,” he murmured.

Charlotte froze for half a second — then groaned softly and buried her face against him in embarrassment. “Noel… don’t say it like that…”

He couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Like what?”

“Like—” she mumbled into his shirt, “—like we didn’t commit emotional crimes last night.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, brushing her hair back gently from her cheek. “Pretty sure the only crime was you nearly suffocating me.”

She lifted her head just enough to glare softly at him. “I wasn’t that passionate…”

“You didn’t let me breathe twice.”

A faint blush crept over her cheeks, but there was a smile behind it — tired, fragile, but real. “Well… you didn’t stop me.”

“Yeah,” he said softly, “I didn’t.”

Silence drifted between them, comfortable this time.

Charlotte shifted again, resting her chin lightly on his chest now, eyes half-lidded as she studied him. “Did you sleep at all?” she whispered.

“A little,” Noel admitted. “Not much.”

“Because of me?”

He shook his head slowly. “Because my brain hates me.”

That earned a small laugh — soft, warm, everything she hadn’t been able to manage the night before.

Charlotte relaxed fully, the tension melting from her shoulders. “Can we stay like this for… a bit longer?” she asked quietly. “Just a little?”

Noel looked at her — at the quiet hope in her eyes, at the softness that hadn’t been there yesterday — and nodded.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “We can.”

They stayed there a while — wrapped in the quiet warmth of morning — until Charlotte shifted again, tracing slow circles against Noel’s chest with her fingertip.

“Noel…?” she murmured.

“Hm?”

Her voice softened with a kind of fragile courage. “I want to have a few kids. Sooner rather than later.”

Noel’s body locked up instantly.

His heartbeat stalled. His brain bluescreened. “…Charlotte,” he croaked, “are you trying to kill me first thing in the morning?”

She blinked innocently. “Why? Was that too sudden?”

“Too sudden?” Noel dragged a hand down his face. “You can’t just drop a life-changing statement before breakfast.”

Charlotte tilted her head, unbothered. “I’ve been thinking about it. A lot.”

“That’s what worries me.”

She didn’t laugh — she stayed close, her golden eyes steady on his.

“Noel,” she said quietly, “Elyra said she’s ready. Elena said she’d think about it someday. But me… I have less time than all of you. Even if I’m lucky, even if I live carefully… I’ll make it to my sixties. Maybe a little past that, but I know I will need to use more Blessings, so it will decrease more and more.”

Noel’s expression tightened.

“But that’s still years, Noel,” she continued gently, “long years. I’m not dying tomorrow. I’m not fragile. But…” Her voice softened. “…blessings take something away every time. And because of that, I don’t want to wait forever.”

Noel felt something twist painfully in his chest.

Charlotte noticed immediately — of course she did. She slipped her hand up to his cheek, brushing her thumb softly across his skin.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t mean to bring your mood down. I only meant… I want to live while I can. Really live.”

Noel leaned into her touch, closing his eyes for a long second. “It’s not your fault. It’s just… between what you said and what Nicolas told me…”

He exhaled slowly. “It’s a lot to process at once.”

Charlotte’s eyes widened, worry flickering. “Noel, I didn’t mean to make you think of him. I’m sorry.”

She shifted closer and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Better?”

“…A little,” he breathed.

Charlotte smiled lightly, tapping her lips again. “Maybe you need another. Just to be safe.”

Noel’s mouth curved into a faint, tired smirk. “Yeah. I think I do.”

She leaned in, her breath brushing his. “Then here.”

Her kiss was soft — tender, grounding — the kind of warmth that pushed back the weight on his shoulders, even if just for a moment.

Eventually, the warmth of the moment settled, and Charlotte drew back with a breath that was steadier than the night before.

“We should get up,” she murmured, though she didn’t move yet.

“Yeah,” Noel replied, brushing a hand softly down her arm. “Before Seraphina kicks the door down.”

Charlotte let out a tiny, genuine laugh — the kind he hadn’t heard from her in days. “She would, wouldn’t she?”

“Oh, definitely.”

They finally pulled themselves out of bed. Charlotte wrapped the sheets around herself with a shy glance that contrasted sharply with how boldly she’d acted the night before. Noel smirked a little, earning a soft glare.

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“I’m not looking,” he said.

“You are absolutely looking.”

He turned around obediently — mostly — while she dressed. Then they switched, Charlotte trying very hard not to stare as he pulled on his shirt.

“You’re staring,” Noel said without turning.

Charlotte’s cheeks flushed. “No, I’m not.”

“You absolutely are.”

She crossed her arms, flustered. “You started it.”

He grinned as he fastened his coat.

By the time they were both fully dressed, the softness of morning had settled between them — closer, calmer, warmer.

A light knock tapped on the door.

“Lord Thorne? Lady Charlotte?”

A maid’s voice came from the other side — polite, crisp.

Charlotte tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Noel adjusted his collar and opened the door.

The maid bowed slightly. “Her Highness Princess Seraphina requests your presence in the east dining hall. Breakfast is prepared.”

She hesitated just a moment before adding, “Prince Dior will be joining as well.”

Noel blinked once. “Dior’s awake this early?”

Charlotte stifled a smile. “Be nice.”

“I am nice.”

The maid tried — and failed — not to smile.

“Please follow me,” she said.

As they stepped into the hallway, Noel glanced at Charlotte. She was walking straighter today — not hiding her sadness, but not collapsing under it either.

He relaxed a little inside. ‘Good,’ he thought. ‘She’s getting her strength back.’

The east dining hall was already bright when Noel and Charlotte stepped inside — sunlight spilling through tall windows, reflecting off polished marble and silver platters. The long table was set elegantly, though only one person sat at it.

Seraphina.

She lifted her gaze as they approached, her expression poised as always but softened by the warm light.

“Good morning,” she said. “Sleep well?”

Charlotte nearly choked on air. Noel felt his soul leave his body for a second.

“We— uh— yes,” Noel answered, a fraction too quickly. “Very comfortable.”

“Very,” Charlotte echoed, far too stiffly.

Seraphina’s eyes narrowed just a little — not suspicious, just amused. “I’m glad to hear it. Staying in the castle for the first time can feel overwhelming.”

Noel cleared his throat. “No, no, it was… great.”

Charlotte nodded vigorously. “Very hospitable. Very peaceful. Very… nice.”

Seraphina hid a smirk behind her teacup. “If you say so.”

Before Noel could think of a way to change the topic, the doors opened and footsteps echoed in — sharp, deliberate.

Dior entered.

His silver-white hair was slightly tousled, emerald eyes alert despite the early hour. He wasn’t wearing royal regalia — just a dark, fitted coat, understated but expensive.

He paused only for a breath when he saw the two guests.

“Noel. Charlotte.”

“Morning,” Charlotte said politely.

Noel lifted a hand in greeting, relaxed. “Good to see you, Dior.”

Dior stopped mid-step and stared at him like he’d just started speaking in ancient demon tongue.

“…What,” Dior said flatly. “Who are you and what have you done with Noel?”

Charlotte pressed her lips together tightly to not laugh.

Noel raised a brow. “What? I can greet people.”

“Not like that,” Dior retorted. “Do you have a fever? Should I call a healer?”

He even leaned slightly closer, inspecting Noel with exaggerated seriousness. “Blink twice if you’re dying.”

Seraphina sighed. “Dior, sit down.”

Dior clicked his tongue but obeyed, dropping into the chair across from Noel with practiced elegance and a dangerous glare — half curiosity, half irritation.

Noel smirked. “Nice to see you too.”

“You’re worrying me,” Dior muttered. “Stop it.”

Seraphina placed her utensils down delicately. “Now that everyone is here, let’s eat.”

Breakfast settled into an odd but strangely comfortable rhythm — utensils clinking softly, the faint hum of conversation, the scent of warm bread and herbal tea drifting through the hall.

And yet… Noel couldn’t ignore the mild awkwardness of sitting directly across from Dior.

They weren’t enemies anymore, but history likes to linger.

Every time Noel lifted his cup, Dior’s sharp green eyes followed for half a second — not hostile, just… evaluating.

Like he was trying to figure out which version of Noel he was dealing with today.

Charlotte caught Noel’s stiffness and brushed her knee lightly against his under the table — a tiny grounding touch. Noel eased his shoulders.

Seraphina finished her tea and set the cup down with a quiet click.

“This afternoon,” she said smoothly, drawing everyone’s attention, “we’ll return to the academy.”

Charlotte straightened. Noel blinked. Dior simply paused mid-bite.

“I’ll arrange carriages for the trip back,” Seraphina continued. “Given recent events, we’re not taking risks.”

She glanced meaningfully at Dior and herself.

“Dior and I can’t walk through Valon unattended anymore. Security is being tightened after every incident.”

Dior scoffed lightly. “Father’s finally listening.”

“Because he has to,” Seraphina said under her breath, though still poised. “Our enemies have gone too far to treat this like isolated accidents.”

Charlotte nodded slowly. “So we leave after lunch?”

“Yes,” Seraphina confirmed. “Pack what you need. The castle staff will prepare provisions for the road.”

Noel leaned back slightly, thoughtful. “Feels strange going back.”

Dior hummed in agreement. “It usually does.”

Their eyes met just for a second — brief, neutral, bordering on understanding — before both quickly looked away.

Seraphina rose gracefully from her seat.

“Finish eating, then meet me at the west hall. We’ll go over final arrangements.”

Dior stood as well, adjusting his coat. “Try not to do anything weird before then,” he told Noel bluntly.

Noel lifted a brow. “Weird how?”

“Exactly,” Dior muttered, already walking toward the door.

Charlotte snorted into her tea.

Noel sighed. “He’s… getting friendlier, I think?”

Seraphina looked over her shoulder, the faintest ghost of a smile tugging at her lips.

“For Dior,” she said, “this is friendly.”