Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'

The three figures exuded an intense aura with each of their movements, especially the figure in the centre:

One of the ten strongest men on the continent, and the true pillar that sustained this academy: Magnus Guthrie, the Director. And Erwing's grandfather.

His footsteps echoed with an almost disconcerting calm, not a single noise could be heard, and yet the energy emanating from his body was suffocating. To his right was Veronica Glass, the unyielding head teacher of Class A, and to his left was Alices Vonclear, the charming—and slightly dangerous—third-year Enchantment teacher. Each one radiated a charisma that left you mesmerised.

When I saw them enter, I felt a slight tingling sensation run down the back of my neck. I knew why they were visiting, and that made me nervous. After all, it wasn't every day that figures like these gathered for a mere student.

"Grandfather? What are you doing here?" Erwing broke the silence, his voice full of confusion, waking me from my trance.

Veronica turned her face so quickly that I could almost hear the air crackle. She looked at him sternly, and I instantly felt the urge to sit up straight and not make a sound.

"Student Erwing, behave yourself," she said in an icy voice. "Right now, you are not in front of your grandfather. You are in front of the Headmaster."

Alices giggled, bringing a hand to her lips.

"Oh, come on, Veronica, don't be so hard. It's natural to relax a little in front of family," she said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

"Yes, until that relaxation ends up costing the entire academy its discipline," Veronica replied without looking at her.

Erwing swallowed, his face half red with embarrassment. He cleared his throat and straightened up, bowing slightly to the Headmaster.

"My apologies, Headmaster..."

Magnus Guthrie looked at him with an arched eyebrow, then let out a sigh so slight that it barely moved his chest.

"It's all right," he said at last, his voice grave but not without a certain warmth.

He immediately turned to look at me. The Director took a step towards my bed, stopping at the foot of it. For a moment, his shadow covered me completely.

"Cyan, right?" he asked, though it sounded more like a statement.

"Yes, sir," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

His light eyes softened slightly, and I thought I saw something like pride... or maybe it was just tiredness.

A few endless seconds passed before he spoke again.

"I think you know why I'm here," he finally said, his voice dropping just a notch, enough to become almost dangerous.

"Yes..." I replied. My throat was dry.

"Grandpa... I mean, Headmaster, what's going on?" Erwing interjected, staring at him, his fists slightly clenched.

Veronica snorted, almost in exasperation.

"Student Erwing, you and your classmates step outside for a moment. The Headmaster has something to discuss privately with student Cyan."

"But..." Erwing replied, the protest coming out automatically.

Veronica's gaze became so hard and piercing that it seemed like an invisible whip. Erwing hesitated, then turned his gaze back to me. I nodded slightly, indicating that it was okay, that he should leave.

Reluctantly, Erwing turned and headed for the door, followed by Amelia, Aziel, and Cynthia, who left without asking any questions, although their eyes kept casting worried glances at me.

When the door closed behind them, the atmosphere changed immediately. It was as if the temperature had dropped several degrees.

Veronica was the first to break the silence.

"Alices, the barrier."

"I know, don't worry," said Alices with a slight feigned pout. She moved her hand slightly and an invisible capula rose around the room and settled on the walls. Even I, not being specialised in enchantments, could feel the complexity of that magic. No sound would escape this place. No spy could peek in.

Magnus Guthrie moved even closer, until he was less than a metre from my bed. His eyes pierced me with such crushing weight that my breathing became shallow.

"Now, Cyan... explain to me exactly how you knew it was down there," he said with such dangerous calm that I understood that, at this moment, every word that came out of my mouth would matter more than any exam I had ever taken in my entire life.

My breathing became ragged.

Lie... no. I couldn't. It was obvious that a man like him would discover the lie before I even finished speaking. Besides, according to the novel, Magnus had a special ability that allowed him to know if a person was lying.

I remained silent for a moment, unable to tell them that I knew because this whole world was a novel I was reading. I stared at him, hesitating, but soon something occurred to me and I spoke:

"I don't know if the Director will believe me, but... I saw the future. It was better to mix some lies with the truth so I wouldn't be found out.

For a moment, absolute silence fell over the room. Even the faint hum of Alice's magical barrier seemed to disappear.

"You saw the future?" Veronica repeated, her brow furrowed so deeply it almost formed a groove in her forehead. "Any ability that would justify it? A contract? A curse, perhaps?"

"How intriguing..." Alices murmured, leaning slightly towards me with her eyes shining. "How far exactly did you see?"

I shrank back slightly, not taking my eyes off the Headmaster. It wasn't him who frightened me at that moment, but the possibility that they wouldn't believe me.

That's when something changed in the air. A faint glow appeared in Magnus Guthrie's eyes, like a pale reflection of lightning trapped in a contained storm.

Suddenly, I felt a tingling sensation run through my body, as if invisible hands had reached into my chest and squeezed my heart.

"Headmaster?" Veronica asked cautiously, taking a step towards him.

Magnus Guthrie closed his eyes for just a second, then let out a barely audible murmur. When he opened them again, that strange light was gone.

His gaze rested on me with an almost compassionate weight.

"You haven't told a single lie." His voice, deep and measured, resonated with the authority of a divine verdict.