I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 93

"Oh? You can still talk?"

"Just you wait b!tch! You’ll be dead meat once my companions ar- arck!"

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed another bolt of electricity, watching as it coursed through the Rogue’s body. He convulsed violently, a guttural cry escaping his lips as the shock tore through him. But Remillia didn’t stop there.

She sent another jolt, then another, each one stronger than the last. The Rogue’s cries turned into pitiful whines and pleas as the pain became unbearable. He begged her to stop, his voice cracking with desperation, but Remillia was unmoved. The power she wielded, the sheer dominance she felt—it was exhilarating.

"I’ll tell you... why I wanted... that pendant," the Rogue whimpered, his voice barely audible between gasps of pain.

She stopped and looked at him, "Speak."

"O-one of our clients... paid us a hefty sum in order... to steal the Pomellus’ Pendant..."

"Oh? And who’s this client of yours?"

The Rogue didn’t answer.

"You won’t say it? Then I guess you want more of this," I showed him my fingers crackling with electricity as I approached closer towards his body.

"Mi..Mister H! Our group calls him Mr. H. That’s all I know!" He shouted in fear struggling to keep his body away from her.

Remillia stared at the Rogue, her eyes narrowing as she processed the information. "Mr. H," she repeated, her voice dripping with suspicion. The name was unfamiliar, but the fact that someone was willing to pay a hefty sum to steal the Pomellus’ Pendant was concerning. Whoever this "Mr. H" was, he clearly knew the value of the pendant and what it could do.

She leaned in closer, her fingers still crackling with electricity as she let the threat hang in the air. "And what does this ’Mr. H’ want with the pendant? What’s his endgame?"

The Rogue winced, fear etched across his face as he tried to back away. "I... I don’t know! I swear!" he stammered, his voice trembling. "Our orders were just to steal the pendant and deliver it. We never question the clients, especially not one like him!"

Remillia studied him for a moment, considering whether to press further. But she could see the fear in his eyes, the desperation in his voice. He had already been pushed to his limit, and it was unlikely he knew more than he had already revealed.

She sighed, the crackling energy in her hand dissipating as she stood up straight. "Consider yourself lucky," she said coldly, "that I believe you’re telling the truth. But if I ever find out you lied to me..." She let the threat linger, her gaze piercing.

The Rogue swallowed hard, nodding frantically. "I swear, that’s all I know!"

Remillia turned her back on him, satisfied that he was telling the truth—or at least, what little truth he knew. "Get out of my sight," she ordered. "And pray that we never cross paths again."

She had only walked a few steps when she paused. She can hear him muttering, "B!tch you’ll regret this. I’ll enjoy skinning you alive and feeding you to the dogs."

The words he said made her lips curl into a cold, calculating smile. It was a shame, really—she had considered letting him live, perhaps even using him as a pawn in the future. But a villain is still a villain.

Remillia turned back to where the Rogue lay, his broken form barely able to move as she looked down at him, her eyes cold and calculating.

"Hmmm? What was that?" she taunted, her voice laced with malice. "I gave you a chance but it seems that dirty mouth of yours got you into trouble."

His eyes widening in fear, a final, desperate plea flickering across his features."W-wait plea-!"

Remillia raised her hand, summoning the last remnants of her electric energy. Her expression was devoid of emotion as she focused the crackling power into a concentrated bolt, aimed directly at the Rogue. His eyes met hers for a brief moment, filled with terror, and then—

She unleashed the final blow.

The bolt of electricity shot through the Rogue’s body, far stronger and more lethal than before. His body convulsed violently, a final, silent scream caught in his throat as the life was snuffed out of him in an instant. The smell of ozone and burnt flesh hung in the air as his body went limp and turned into dust.

Remillia watched impassively as the Rogue’s lifeless form settled into the dirt. She picked up the rope and stored it in her pouch, "Now that I’m done here, what should I gift to Macaron?"

She nonchalantly strolled away from the scene, her thoughts drifted to Macaron, who had played a crucial role in securing the pendant. A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she pondered what reward she could give to that cute annoying pet of hers.

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As Remillia walked through the brightly lit streets, she noticed that she was still in her gown so she quickly found a public restroom to change back into her previous outfit.

After that, I went to the nearest pastry shop and purchased a selection of the most intriguing pastries, especially the ones they haven’t tasted yet. She bought 2 boxes containing 15 pieces each. The other one is for her friends.

Once she was done, she stepped back out into the bustling streets and made her way toward the meeting place where the club members were supposed to gather.

Checking the time, she noticed it was already 7:23. She quickened her pace, hoping to arrive even though she was very late but she didn’t mind as she glanced at the bag of pastries in her hand, excited to give it to Macaron once she’s back at the academy.

When Remillia arrived at the meeting place, she was startled to see that it was already 7:48, making her extremely late. To her surprise, the only person there was the club president, Zachary Taylor.

She quickly began to stammer, "I-I can explain, preside—"

But Zachary cut her off with a calm wave of his hand. "That’s okay," he said, his tone surprisingly nonchalant. "Something happened to the other club members, so you may go now."

Feeling a wave of relief wash over her, Remillia nodded and turned to head toward the portal. But just before leaving, she paused and feigned curiosity, asking, "What happened, president? Who are those members?"

Zachary glanced at her, his expression unreadable. "It seems there was some sort of commotion at the masquerade ball," he said. "A fight broke out, a Rogue suddenly appeared and the Pomellus Pendant got stolen. Hopefully no civilians were injured but Whitney, Edge, and Cypher got caught up in it. They’re being interrogated right now so I need to get there as there guardian for this trip after I send the rest of the members back to the Academy."

"Wait, what about Angela?" she responded, keeping her voice steady.

"Oh, she was also at the ball but she wasn’t present at the fight mainly because she got lost.

"I hope the rest are alright then," she said with a hint of concern although she knows already that they’re fine.

Zachary nodded, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied her. "I’m surprised you weren’t there."

"M-me?" Remillia pointed to herself, trying to mask her surprise.

"Yes," Zachary continued, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Whenever there’s a situation like this, you and your friends always seem to be caught up in it."

Remillia could feel her heart race, but she quickly forced an awkward laugh. "Well, I guess I was lucky this time," she replied, trying to play it off.

Zachary raised an eyebrow but didn’t press further. "Maybe so," he said, his tone neutral. "Just seems out of character for you."

Remillia laughed again and shrugged. "O-oh look at the time! It’s late, I should be going now and you should meet the others, goodbye president!" she said with an awkward smile as she quickly made her way at the portal.

Remillia finally entered her room, closing the door behind her with a satisfied sigh. The night’s events had been intense, but now she was back in her space, away from the chaos. She quickly changed into more comfortable clothes.

"Macaron!" she called out, her voice filled with excitement.

In an instant, Macaron appeared, back in his normal form. He fluttered over to her, landing gracefully on her shoulder.

<Yes, Master?> Macaron chirped, his voice tinged with curiosity.

Remillia smiled, reaching up to gently stroke his head. "I got something for you," she said, holding up the box of pastries she had bought earlier. "I know you like pastries so I got every single piece you haven’t tried yet."

Macaron’s eyes sparkled with delight. <Oh, you’re the best, Master!> he exclaimed, eagerly eyeing the treats.

Remillia giggled at his enthusiasm. "You earned it, Macaron. You did great tonight." She set the box down on her desk and opened it, revealing an assortment of pastries.

Before Macaron could dive into the pastries, Remillia held up a hand, stopping him. "Hold on, Macaron. Where’s the pendant?"

<Oh, right!> Macaron replied, quickly remembering. <It’s on the bed, Master.>

Finally, Macaron took a bite of one of the donuts. His eyes lit up in pure delight. <Mmmm! This is heaven!> he chirped, savoring the sweet treat.

Remillia watched him with a smile, feeling a deep sense of contentment. Despite everything that had happened, moments like these reminded her why she kept pushing forward.

She carefully picked up the pendant from the bed. It was a powerful and dangerous artifact, but at least it was now in her possession.

"Thank you for this Macaron."

<Mmm! Mmm!> Macaron didn’t hear what she said and continued chomping all the pastries.