I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 81

Remillia’s eyes narrowed as she listened to their complaints. The group was made up of mercenaries working from Professor Orion’s company, clearly seasoned veterans in dungeon exploration and monster hunting. They were older, rougher, and obviously resentful that someone like her had been chosen to lead them. Despite their harsh words, Remillia couldn’t help but smirk. It was clear they had no idea who she was or what she was capable of.

Deciding to have a little fun, she deliberately made her presence known by stepping forward, her boots crunching on the gravel. The group fell silent as they noticed her, their eyes widening slightly in surprise.

"Good morning, everyone," Remillia said cheerfully, her smirk widening. "I hope you all slept well. It’s going to be a long day, and we wouldn’t want anyone getting cranky because they didn’t get enough rest."

The mercenaries exchanged uneasy glances, their previous bravado faltering.

"And here I thought I’d be meeting professionals," she continued, her tone light but with an edge. "I guess I was mistaken. But don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll manage to keep up with me. After all, I’m just a ’spoiled brat,’ right?"

One of the men, the one who had first spoken, crossed his arms and glared at her. "Listen, kid, we don’t take orders from—"

Remillia cut him off with a raised hand. "Actually, you do," she said, her voice suddenly cold and commanding. "Professor Orion made that very clear when he assigned me to lead this mission. Now, if you have a problem with that, you’re free to leave. But if you stay, you follow my orders. Understood?"

The man clenched his jaw, clearly struggling to contain his anger, but he didn’t say anything. The others shifted uncomfortably, realizing they were outmatched despite their experience.

Remillia allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. "Good. Now, where’s Sir Gusion? I assume he hasn’t arrived yet?"

One of the workers shook his head. "No, he’s not here yet. We were told he’d meet us here, but we haven’t seen him."

Remillia nodded, turning her attention to the cavern entrance. "Then we wait. And while we do, I suggest you all prepare yourselves. This mission isn’t going to be easy, and the last thing we need is to be caught off guard because someone was too busy complaining to focus on the task at hand."

With that, she walked past them, jumped to a tree closer to the entrance of the Crimson Caverns and rested there. Macaron, perched on her shoulder, gave a soft hoot, almost as if in approval of how she handled the situation.

As she stood there, gazing into the dark maw of the cave, she couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement of leveling up but calm herself.

A short while later, the sound of approaching footsteps broke the tense silence. Remillia glanced over her shoulder and saw a figure emerging from the morning mist—Sir Gusion. His arrival immediately caught the attention of the mercenaries, who had been lingering near the cavern entrance, still bristling from their earlier encounter with Remillia.

As soon as they saw him, their demeanors changed. The group of mercenaries hurriedly approached Sir Gusion, their expressions brightening with relief. It was clear to Remillia that they held him in high regard, and she suspected they knew him as an apprentice of Professor Orion.

"Sir Gusion!" one of the mercenaries called out, his voice carrying a note of enthusiasm that hadn’t been there earlier. "Thank goodness you’re here. We were just talking about how it doesn’t make sense for someone like her"—he shot a glance back at Remillia—"to be leading this mission. You should’ve been in charge, not her."

The others nodded in agreement, their dissatisfaction palpable. "Yeah, we don’t understand why Professor Orion would put a kid in charge when we have someone like you on the team."

As they continued to badmouth her in front of Gusion, Remillia could feel her patience wearing thin. Her jaw tightened, and she clenched her fists, anger simmering beneath her calm exterior. The blatant disrespect was infuriating, but what made it worse was that they were doing it right in front of her, clearly hoping that Gusion would side with them.

For a moment, she considered confronting them directly, but instead, she took a deep breath, forcing herself to remain composed. She wasn’t going to let them rattle her, not when there were more important things at stake.

With a sudden burst of energy, Remillia leaped toward them, landing gracefully between the mercenaries and Gusion. The mercenaries fell silent, startled by her sudden movement, but she paid them no mind. Instead, she turned her attention solely to Gusion, as if they didn’t exist.

"Sir Gusion," she began, her tone firm and professional, "I’m glad you’ve arrived. Professor Orion briefed me on the mission, and we’ll need to move out as soon as possible. I’ve already gone over the details and prepared the team." Her emphasis on team was subtle but intentional.

Gusion, who had been listening quietly, nodded slightly, his expression unreadable. He glanced at the mercenaries, who were looking at him expectantly, before turning his gaze back to Remillia.

"And the team is ready?" he asked, his voice calm but with a hint of curiosity.

"Yes, sir," Remillia replied confidently, meeting his gaze. "They’re eager to get started. I’ll lead the way and coordinate our efforts inside the cave. I trust you’ll be able to assist where needed?"

There was a brief pause, during which the mercenaries exchanged uncertain glances. They had clearly expected Gusion to support their complaints, but instead, he seemed to be taking Remillia’s leadership seriously.

Gusion finally nodded again. "Of course. I’m here to support the mission in any way I can." His tone was neutral, but there was an undercurrent of respect in his words, as if he was acknowledging her authority despite the mercenaries’ earlier complaints.

Remillia allowed herself a small, satisfied smile. "Thank you, Sir Gusion. Let’s ensure this mission is a success."

"There’s no need to call me ’Sir’."

"I can’t do that."

"Why?"

"We’re at work and they’re also calling you ’Sir’."

"That’s different. Teacher is very fond of you so why not get along together?"

"Even if we’re close I can’t just call you by your first name."

"The reason?"

"You’re an archmage."

"So?"

Remillia eyed him unbelievably, why is he acting like Professor Orion?

"I can’t do that since obviously you have a higher rank than me, you’re older than me, you’re an apprentice of Professor Orion and lastly, those guys will kill me if I call you that."

She can sense the mercenaries glaring at her so she turned away from them, dismissing their presence entirely, and began walking toward the cavern entrance, fully expecting Gusion and the others to follow. The mercenaries hesitated, clearly taken aback by the way the conversation had unfolded, but eventually, they trailed after her, their earlier bravado deflated.

As they made their way into the Crimson Caverns, the atmosphere remained tense, but Sir Gusion’s calm and collected demeanor provided a steadying influence. Remillia, fully aware of the mercenaries’ eyes on her, moved with purpose and confidence, determined to lead the group through the mission without a hitch.

The deeper they ventured into the caverns, the more challenging the terrain became. The walls of the cave pulsed with the eerie crimson glow for which it was named, casting strange shadows that danced around them as they walked. Remillia kept her senses sharp, her eyes scanning the path ahead for any signs of danger.

Sir Gusion walked a short distance behind her, his presence reassuring despite the silent tension. Remillia could feel his gaze on her, as if he were evaluating her every move, but she didn’t let it rattle her. She knew she had to stay focused and prove that Professor Orion’s decision to put her in charge was the right one.

Eventually, the group reached a large chamber deep within the caverns, where the walls shimmered with an even brighter red light. The air was thick with an unsettling energy, and Remillia could sense that they were getting close to something as a foul smell invaded her nose.

"Ughh, I can’t believe you just farted."

"I didn’t fart, maybe he’s the one who farted."

"Why put the blame on me?"

"You’re nickname back then was ’fart bomber’ naturally we would suspect it was you."

"You basta-!"

She quickly glared at them immediately silencing them, "Stay alert," Remillia instructed, her voice steady but firm. "We don’t know what we’re dealing with yet."

The mercenaries exchanged glances blaming at each other but obeyed her command, their earlier complaints momentarily forgotten as they readied their weapons. Sir Gusion, meanwhile, began to quietly weave protective spells around the group, his magic shimmering in the dim light.

As they pressed forward, Remillia caught sight of movement in the shadows ahead as the smell kept growing. Her heart quickened, but she forced herself to remain calm.

"On my signal," she whispered to the group, gripping the hilt of her dagger as she prepared to engage whatever creature lurked in the darkness. "We strike together."

The mercenaries tensed, ready to follow her lead, and Sir Gusion’s eyes narrowed as he prepared to unleash his own magic.

As the creature began to emerge from the shadows, the foul smell kept going stronger. Remillia tried to held her breathe and approached it slowly to have a better look.