The Extra is a Genius!?

The underground training grounds of Class S, usually filled with the echo of spells and the clash of weapons, were unusually quiet that morning. Instead of drills or combat, all forty students had been gathered into the waiting hall—a large, stone-lined room lit by floating crystal lanterns. Whispers filled the air as students waited for whatever announcement the professors had prepared.

Noel leaned back against the wall with arms crossed. Standing next to him was Roberto, fidgeting with the edge of his sleeve.

"So," Roberto began, glancing around, "what do you think they’ll tell us?"

"I imagine they’ll give us information about the event," Noel replied, keeping his voice low, "and when we’re supposed to leave."

"Event, huh?" Roberto smirked. "Maybe I’ll finally meet my soulmate. These big events usually bring students from everywhere... romance can bloom, you know?"

Noel raised an eyebrow. "Are you that desperate? Did you know Laziel might be leaving the singles club soon? You’d be the last one standing."

"Hmph. Don’t worry about me," Roberto said, brushing imaginary dust from his shoulder. "Coaches don’t play, remember? But maybe this coach is tired of watching."

"Don’t start praising yourself now. You didn’t help any of us."

"Yeah, yeah. Keep telling yourself that," Roberto said with a grin.

Before Noel could answer, the large doors opened with a dull groan. All chatter ceased as Daemar entered the room, his long silver hair swaying with each step. His violet eyes scanned the students calmly. Beside him walked Rauk, silent as always.

Daemar stopped at the center and addressed them, his voice smooth but commanding.

"As you might have seen last night on the Class S dormitory bulletin, today was set for an important announcement."