Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

'So… this is what true magical infrastructure looks like.'

He ran a finger across one of the interfaces. It pulsed gently at his touch, recognizing his presence instantly. "Adjust lighting," he murmured offhandedly—and the walls responded. Shadows shifted, deepened. Another gesture and the dome above rearranged its stars into the pattern of his homeland's sky.

The attendant, still poised a few respectful steps behind Lucavion, waited until he saw the young man's gaze settle on the ambient control panel.

Then, with practiced ease, he stepped forward. "Sir Lucavion," he said, voice polished but soft, as if not to intrude upon the awe that shimmered behind Lucavion's composed expression. "Allow me to explain a few additional details about your suite."

Lucavion didn't turn, but he raised an eyebrow, giving the man permission with silence.

The attendant inclined his head slightly. "Every primary room within this ward is connected to the Sanctum's integrated service matrix. If you require nourishment, rest, restoration, entertainment, or consultation with any of the Imperial Ward's arcane liaisons, you need only speak a command aloud or direct your intent toward one of the floating interfaces."

A crystalline tablet hovered beside them, rotating softly in the air as if listening.

"For example," the attendant continued, "if you were to say, 'Evening meal—flavor profile: coastal, influence: Lorian Empire, beverage: mild,' a course would be prepared within fourteen minutes and delivered either through transport glyph or by hand."

Lucavion's lips twitched slightly. "And if I ask for something ridiculous?"

The man allowed a faint smile. "The system will offer the closest approximation and politely suggest restraint."

'Charming.' Lucavion resisted the urge to test it by requesting "phoenix egg poached in gravity-reversed wine."

The attendant continued smoothly. "Massage services are available at any hour, including rune-assisted therapy. Aetheric restoration chambers are located beneath the suite floor and can be activated through this panel here—" he pointed to a semi-translucent sphere resting on a pedestal, its surface fractured with threads of glowing script.