Extra's Descent

Chapter 102: Banquet [2]

Tak— Tak——!

Roaming the Academy halls, the clicking of her heels echoed throughout the entire hallway.

Her bright golden locks fluttered at each step, and she could feel several gazes follow her.

"Ahh... It's Amelia."

"She's as pretty as always."

The murmurs of the other student reached her ears, but she paid no heed to them as she continued to stride forward, not sparing them any glance.

It was the same as usual. Growing up, she was often told how pretty she was and she would soon grow up to become such a beauty.

Nothing new.

She frowned at the thought. There was more to her than her beauty, and yet it would always outshine her other perks.

Her azure eyes swept the view, eventually landing on a familiar figure that stood to block her path.

"Amelia, you're going to the party, right?"

"Yes."

"Then,"

Adrien paused and flashed her a slight bow.

"Will you give me the honor of being your escor—"

"No."

Refusing him, Amelia walked forward and left the academy without even looking back.

Adrien.

They knew each other for a long time. They could even consider each other as childhood friends.

But for Amelia, the friendship ended when he tried to court her a while back.

Too many admirers.

Yet she knew all too well how shallow his feelings were.

The way he looked at her as if she was some kind of prize, a trophy.

Amelia shuddered at the thought.

"Disappointing."

She clicked her tongue.

Looking ahead, a white car was parked outside the academy. A man stood with a butler uniform and greeted her.

Looking at her butler, she fixed her expressions and flashed him a smile.

"Good evening, Richard."

"Good evening, Miss Amelia."

Richard opened the car's door for her.

Nodding, Amelia gave her thanks.

She then entered the car as it drove off shortly after.

***

7:21 PM, La Britannia Venue.

—If I may have your attention, Field Marshal Locke has arrived as well as his family. Pay your respects, officers.

As the Locke's family name resounded across the entire hall, the previous noise and chatter immediately silenced.

Tak!

Everyone present stomped their feet and straightened their postures.

"Welcome, Field Marshall Locke."

The words were spoken loudly and in unison, and all the officers present gave a salute.

"Oh? You've managed to trick a poor soul? I'm impressed."

"Trick? Nonsense. This woman loves me. In fact, we went all down and dirty before this party—"

"Kuhum..."

A cold cough cut him off. Noticing the icy gaze from Brianna, Chrome immediately shuddered from the sight.

"If the two of you are going to continue with these topics, then please go away. In fact, please leave, my children are here."

Omar then shuddered at her words again.

"Haha, now, now Brianna. Chrome here is just as excited as I am. We haven't seen each other in two years after all."

"And the two of you are still the same from your Academy Days."

"..."

They were silenced at her icy voice. Truth be told, Omar and Chrome could consider each other best friends.

It was a familiar sight for the three of them, Brianna being their mitigator.

Composing himself, Chrome turned to look at the tall young man with strikingly similar features to his mother, as well as his sister.

"And this is your Son?"

Omar then motioned his hand to introduce his son.

"Yes, this is Brandon. It's his first time in an Imperial Army setting."

"I can see that."

Chrome then gestured his hand in front of Brandon for a handshake.

"Pleased to make your acquaintance, Sir Brandon."

"The pleasure is all mine, General Chrome."

"Haha, what a dignified boy. At your age, your Father here–"

"Kuhum..."

Brianna once again cut him off.

As they continued to mingle, they were soon halted and the entire venue fell into a hushed silence as another announcement resounded.

—The Grand Marshal has arrived as well as his family. Pay your respects, officers.

A tall bulky man with golden hair entered the venue, followed by a young lady with bright golden locks and azure eyes.

The entire family walked with an air of authority. But what caught Brandon's attention wasn't the Grand Marshall.

No, his gaze was fixed at the young lady who continued to walk graceful steps.

Her azure eyes continued to sweep the view, slightly bowing and smiling at the guests that would greet her.

The image of the young lady who had just arrived was deeply imprinted in Brandon's mind.

She was familiar.

He had definitely seen her before.

He had not met her, not even once. But the sight of her left him with wide open eyes.

"I see Amelia has arrived."

Belle scanned the Grand Marshal's family as well.

Brandon was transfixed and his eyes continued to follow Amelia's figure.

She adorned a graceful golden dress, etched with all kinds of silverware jewelry. Her hair fluttered at each step she took as all eyes seemed to follow her.

The entire room was completely captivated at the sight of Amelia.

Brandon was no exception, but for a different reason.

"She..."

There was not a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Amelia Constantine was the woman from the visions.