I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 83

Seeing them falter, Remillia knew she had to act fast. She tightened her grip on her dagger, the small blade glinting in the dim light, and sprinted forward with lightning speed.

"Cover me!" she ordered, her voice firm and commanding. The mercenaries, despite their exhaustion, did as they were told, throwing everything they had at the creature to keep it distracted.

With the Fowlshiet focused on the mercenaries, Remillia closed the distance, her eyes locked on the creature’s glowing left eye. She dodged its flailing wings and claws with ease, her movements swift and precise.

Just as the Fowlshiet reared back to release another cloud of toxic gas, Remillia leaped into the air, her dagger aimed directly at the exposed eye. With a single, fluid motion, she drove the blade deep into the creature’s eye, piercing it with deadly accuracy.

The Fowlshiet let out a deafening screech of pain, thrashing wildly as dark ichor poured from its wounded eye. The creature stumbled, disoriented and blind on one side, its attacks growing more erratic by the second.

Not wasting a second, Remillia used the creature’s confusion to her advantage. She landed lightly on her feet and immediately lunged at the Fowlshiet’s other eye, her dagger flashing in the dim light. With the monster now weakened and off-balance, she saw her chance to end the fight.

She dodged another swipe from the Fowlshiet’s claws and, with a swift lunge, drove her dagger into its remaining eye. The creature howled in agony, its wings flailing uselessly as it collapsed to the ground, completely blinded and helpless.

The mercenaries watched in stunned silence as Remillia delivered the final blow, driving her dagger into the creature’s throat where its gland pulsed weakly. The Fowlshiet twitched once, then fell still, its body lying motionless on the cold stone floor.

Remillia stepped back, breathing heavily but otherwise unscathed. She wiped her dagger clean and turned to face the mercenaries, who were still staring at her in shock.

"You hesitated," she said bluntly, her eyes locking onto each of them in turn. "Hesitation will get you killed down here. Next time, trust your leader—or at least trust that I know what I’m doing."

The mercenaries, still catching their breath, nodded in silent agreement, the realization of her skill finally sinking in.

Sir Gusion stepped forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "Well done, Remillia. You saved us all a lot of trouble."

As Remillia led the group deeper into the winding tunnels of the Crimson Caverns, they encountered Fowlshiet monsters at least eight more times. Each battle was intense, but with each encounter, their coordination improved. The earlier tension between the mercenaries and Remillia had all but evaporated, replaced by a growing sense of mutual respect and understanding.

Remillia moved with purpose, her orders clear and precise. She had a knack for reading the battlefield, predicting the monsters’ movements, and guiding her team to exploit their weaknesses. The mercenaries, once hesitant to follow her lead, now trusted her judgment implicitly. They moved as one, their attacks more synchronized, their defenses more cohesive.

Sir Gusion played a crucial role in their survival. Whenever someone was injured, he was there with a healing spell, mending wounds and restoring strength. When the battles grew too intense, and it seemed like the group might falter, he cast protective barriers, buying them precious time to regroup and press the attack.

Remillia, always vigilant, would often scout ahead, checking for threats before returning to her team. Her presence was a constant reassurance, and her ability to anticipate danger allowed them to avoid several potential ambushes.

As they ventured deeper into the caverns, the Fowlshiet monsters grew more aggressive, but so did the team’s resolve. They faced each new challenge with determination, their movements more fluid and coordinated with each battle. When the monsters’ foul stench filled the air, they no longer hesitated, knowing exactly how to counter the creature’s attacks.

By the time they faced their ninth Fowlshiet, the battle felt almost routine. Remillia led the charge, her dagger flashing in the dim light as she called out orders. The mercenaries responded instantly, striking at the monster’s eyes and flanks with precision. Sir Gusion, ever watchful, provided support where needed, his spells weaving seamlessly into their strategy.

When the final blow was struck and after what felt like hours of battling through the depths of the Crimson Caverns, the team finally eradicated the last of the Fowlshiet monsters. With their mission complete, Remillia led the group back toward the entrance, the tension that had weighed on them earlier now replaced with a sense of accomplishment.

As they walked, the atmosphere shifted from one of focused determination to something lighter and more relaxed. The mercenaries, who had previously kept their distance, began to warm up to Remillia. One by one, they introduced themselves, their earlier skepticism replaced with genuine respect.

"I’m Kael," the first mercenary said, extending a hand toward Remillia with a friendly grin. "I didn’t think much of you at first, but you’ve more than earned my respect. It was an honor to fight alongside you."

Remillia shook his hand, offering a small smile in return. "Likewise, Kael. I couldn’t have done it without all of you."

The introductions continued as the others followed suit, each mercenary offering their name and a few words of camaraderie. They shared brief stories of their past missions, and a few even joked about how wrong they were to underestimate her.

"It’s a good thing Sir Gusion stopped me from mouthing off earlier," one of them chuckled. "I’d have missed out on learning from one of the best."

Remillia nodded, appreciating the sentiment. "We all had something to learn from each other."

By the time they reached the entrance of the caverns, the group had grown closer, the initial awkwardness and mistrust now replaced by mutual respect and a sense of camaraderie. As they prepared to part ways, the mercenaries bid her farewell, each of them expressing their gratitude for her leadership. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

"Take care, Remillia," Kael said as they reached the surface. "If we ever cross paths again, I’d be glad to fight by your side."

"Same here," she replied, giving him a nod. "Stay safe out there."

With that, the mercenaries went their separate ways, heading off to their respective assignments or back to their lives. Remillia watched them go, feeling a sense of satisfaction at how things had turned out.

Sir Gusion, who had remained by her side, looked at her with a smile. "You handled that well," he said, his tone approving. "They respect you now, and for good reason."

Remillia shrugged, trying to downplay it. "They did most of the work. I just guided them."

"Don’t be so modest," Gusion replied, his tone gentle but firm. "You earned their trust, and that’s not something easily done."

Remillia smiled faintly, appreciating his words. "Thank you, Sir Gusion."

"Just call me Gusion or Gus when we’re alone."

Her smile vanished as she shook her head, "No. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to Professor Orion’s company to report."

"Okay."

As Remillia began to walk away from the Crimson Caverns, she noticed Sir Gusion trailing behind her. After a few minutes, she turned to him, a hint of confusion on her face.

"Why are you following me?" she asked, trying to sound casual but unable to mask the curiosity in her voice.

Sir Gusion glanced at her with a knowing smile before chuckling softly "Don’t mean to pop your bubble but I’m simply on my way to my next destination. It happens to be the same direction you’re heading."

Remillia felt her cheeks flush slightly as she tried to hide her embarrassment. "W-well, I guess we’re heading in the same direction then," she stammered, her voice a bit flustered. "I didn’t mean to... I mean, it’s fine."

Gusion chuckled softly, the amusement evident in his eyes. "Relax, Remillia. There’s no need to be embarrassed. I just thought I’d accompany you for a while. It’s been a long day, and it’s always good to have some company."

Remillia’s blush deepened, but she managed a shy smile. "Oh, well, thank you. I suppose it’s nice to have some company."

They continued walking together, the silence between them now more comfortable. Gusion’s presence was reassuring, and Remillia found herself grateful for the conversation. Despite her initial awkwardness, she enjoyed the quiet companionship as they made their way toward Professor Orion’s company.

"So," Gusion said, breaking the silence, "how are you feeling about everything? The mission, the mercenaries—did it all turn out the way you expected?"

Remillia thought for a moment before replying. "It was... challenging, but in a good way. I didn’t expect the mercenaries to warm up to me so quickly, but I’m glad they did. It felt good to prove myself, not just to them but to myself too."

Gusion nodded, a thoughtful expression on his face. "You did well. Sometimes it’s easy to underestimate how much a leader can achieve when they trust their instincts and guide others. You’ve shown that you have both."

Remillia smiled at the compliment, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "Thanks, Sir Gusion. I guess I’m learning a lot more than I thought I would."

As they reached the entrance of Professor Orion’s company, Remillia realized with a jolt that this was also Gusion’s destination. She stopped in her tracks, her cheeks flushing a deep red as she turned to face him, frustration and embarrassment mingling in her expression.