I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 91

Reaching the second floor again, she quickly retraced her steps to the room where Thorne and Annabelle had entered. With a final glance back to ensure she wasn’t being followed, she slipped into the room.

Once inside, she quickly found a hidden spot where she could observe without being seen. Luckily, they didn’t switch the lights on and her enhanced vision allowed her to see everything clearly.

However, what she saw made her freeze in shock.

There, in the center Annabelle was on top of Thorne, their bodies intertwined in an intimate embrace. Remillia’s face instantly flushed with embarrassment as she realized what she had stumbled upon. This was far from the covert meeting she had expected; it was something much more personal.

She bit her lip, trying to calm her rapidly beating heart and the wave of awkwardness that washed over her. This wasn’t the kind of situation she had anticipated encountering, and for a brief moment, she considered turning away and leaving them to their private moment.

Just as Remillia was about to discreetly slip away, she heard Annabelle’s voice, soft and seductive, call out a name: "Alessio." It took Remillia a moment to realize that this was the name of the disguise Thorne was using. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned back, her curiosity piqued.

Annabelle’s expression was teasing, yet Thorne’s blush betrayed his discomfort as she leaned closer, their faces mere inches apart. He tried to shift, perhaps to extricate himself from the situation, but Annabelle held him firmly in place, her voice dropping to a whisper as she said, "You won’t fool me again."

Before Remillia could fully process what was happening, she saw a flash of steel. Annabelle had pulled a sword from inside the pillow and aimed it straight at Thorne, intending to stab him. The moment was tense, and time seemed to slow as Remillia watched with bated breath.

Thorne’s reflexes, honed from years of danger, kicked in. In an instant, he blocked the attack using his dagger, deflecting the blade before it could pierce his flesh. The clash of metal echoed in the room as Thorne twisted, trying to gain the upper hand.

Remillia, hidden in the shadows, was stunned by the sudden turn of events. What had seemed like an intimate moment was now a deadly confrontation.

The room filled with the sounds of clashing steel and the sharp breaths of combat as Thorne and Annabelle engaged in a fierce battle. Each swing of their weapons was precise and deadly, their movements a blur to any untrained eye. Remillia, hidden in the shadows, could feel the intensity of their fight—the tension in the air thick enough to cut.

Outside, the noise of their battle began to draw attention. The sound of metal striking metal was unmistakable, alerting the people nearby and the security guards stationed throughout the villa, they rushed to where the sound is coming from and as the door swung wide, the scene inside left them all in stunned silence. The room was in disarray, furniture overturned, and decorations shattered on the floor. But the most shocking sight was the couple locked in a deadly dance in the center of the room.

Thorne and Annabelle were engaged in a fierce battle, their movements fluid and powerful. Their weapons moved with deadly precision, each strike aimed to kill. Thorne, still in his disguise as Alessio, had his face set in grim determination, while Annabelle’s expression was a mix of anger and focus. Sparks flew as their blades collided, the intensity of their fight sending chills down the spines of everyone watching.

However, none of them dared to intervene. The aura of power radiating from both Thorne and Annabelle was palpable, a clear warning to anyone who might think of stepping in. Even the bravest among them knew that to get caught in the crossfire of such a fight would mean certain death.

As Thorne stumbled backward, his breath ragged, and his grip on his chipped dagger weakening, the crowd held its collective breath. He fell to the ground, and Annabelle, seeing her opportunity, moved in for the kill. Her eyes gleamed with cold determination as she raised her sword, preparing to deliver the final blow.

But just as she was about to strike, a sharp crack echoed through the room. In an instant, a whip coiled tightly around Annabelle’s wrist, jerking her arm back and preventing her from finishing Thorne off. Her sword hovered inches above Thorne’s chest, but she couldn’t bring it down.

Annabelle’s eyes widened in shock as she turned to see where the whip had come from. The crowd’s gaze followed, revealing a figure standing in the shadows, her presence commanding and dangerous.

Remillia, still masked and hidden within the dimly lit room, held the whip’s handle with a firm grip, her stance calm yet ready for anything. The crowd remained frozen, unsure of what would happen next.

Annabelle snarled in frustration, trying to free herself from the whip’s hold, but Remillia’s grip was unyielding. "Who dares interfere?" Annabelle hissed, her eyes flashing with fury as she locked eyes with the mysterious figure in the shadows.

Whitney stepped forward, her posture confident and her voice steady as she addressed the two combatants. "I’m a student of Glacial Sphere Academy," she announced, her words carrying authority. "I can’t help but notice that you’re trying to kill each other. Especially if you’re also a Hero, which is a direct violation of the Heroes’ Law Code."

The room fell silent, the weight of Whitney’s words hanging in the air. Annabelle, still restrained by her whip, glanced at Whitney, her anger still not going down. Thorne, still on the ground, took the opportunity to catch his breath, his eyes shifting between the two women.

Whitney continued, her gaze unwavering. "As Heroes, we are bound by a code of conduct that forbids us from harming one another, especially in such a reckless manner. This behavior not only endangers each other but also the civilians around us."

Annabelle’s eyes flashed with fury as she channeled her magic power into burning the whip tied around her wrist. "How dare a mere student act so cocky?" she hissed, her voice laced with venom.

In an instant, an electric shock traveled from the whip up to Whitney, causing her to cry out in pain. The intense jolt forced her to drop the whip, and it clattered to the floor, the shock leaving her trembling.

Then without further ado, the fight between them continued but then just as she was about to stab his heart, two figures stepped forward to intervene her again.

Cypher and Edge, who had been drawn by the commotion, moved swiftly between the combatants. Cypher’s sword blocked Annabelle’s next strike, while Edge stood ready with his spear, his expression blank.

"Enough!" Cypher’s voice was firm, his eyes locked onto Annabelle’s with a mix of determination and caution. "There’s no need for more bloodshed here."

Annabelle’s fury was palpable as she glared at the two intruders. Her grip on her weapon tightened, but she didn’t immediately strike. Instead, she took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. Her voice was calm, but it carried an unmistakable edge. "I’m not the villain here," she said, her eyes shifting between Cypher and Edge. "Now, step aside before you get hurt."

Cypher and Edge remained unmoved, their stances firm. "We’re not here to pick sides," Cypher replied, his tone measured. "But we can’t let this escalate any further."

Annabelle’s patience snapped as she focused her gaze on Cypher and Edge. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you," she hissed.

In a blink of an eye, Annabelle unleashed a powerful burst of energy, sending Cypher and Edge flying across the room. They crashed into the wall with a thud but quickly regained their footing, ready for the next attack.

As Thorne, still disguised as Alessio, tried to make his escape, a black void materialized right where he was about to jump, yanking him back inside the room. He tumbled onto the floor with a startled gasp, his planned escape foiled in an instant.

Before he could even register what had happened, Annabelle ran up to him and gave him a knee kick straight in the face causing him to groan in pain as he crumpled to the ground. "Oof!"

"I love the design of this pendant."

The room fell into an eerie silence as everyone turned their attention to the new arrival—a Rogue who had just made their presence known with that dark void. The intruder stood in the shadows, their features partially obscured, but their aura was unmistakably dangerous. He was currently admiring the necklace he was holding.

"How?"

Still groaning from the pain, Thorne immediately searched from his pockets and realized the item he stole from the safe was gone!

With a swift motion, Annabelle pointed her sword close to the Rogue’s throat, her eyes blazing with fury.

"That’s not yours," she hissed, her voice dripping with venom as she gestured toward the window. "Give it back."