I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra-Chapter 20

Monfort, Aeonia

The capital of Aeonia, Monfort, thrummed with life and ambition. Home to the world’s top ranking guilds, it buzzed like an ever-turning cog in a grand machine of power and prestige. Among the giants of the guild world, the Supreme Syndicate, Noble Order, and Royal Dominion stood tall, dominating the skyline of the guild district. Here, wealth was amassed through rogue and monster conquests, businesses flourished, and groundbreaking scientific and technological innovations emerged.

In the heart of the district, a distinct and oddly-shaped building caught the eye of passersby. Smaller than its neighbors, the Sovereign Legion stood out not just for its size but for its unusual architecture, which hinted at the advanced mana technology employed within. The building exuded an aura of intrigue, drawing both curious glances and whispered speculation from the crowd.

Inside the Sovereign Legion, the atmosphere was equally captivating. The interior was vast and elegantly designed, with spaces that seemed to expand beyond the confines of the exterior. Crystalline structures embedded within the walls refracted light, creating an otherworldly glow that invigorated the air around them.

"Set an appointment for the guild visit on Friday exactly two weeks later," a commanding voice broke through the silence.

The Vice President, Annabelle Finley, stood in the center of the grand hall, her presence radiating authority and focus. Dressed in a tailored uniform that complemented her striking features, Annabelle commanded respect from all who crossed her path.

"Understood," her efficient secretary replied, tapping away at a holographic tablet. The luminous interface whirred to life as the appointment was duly noted, each keystroke echoing through the spacious hall.

Annabelle’s keen eyes shifted to the report that lay in front of her, an array of data meticulously compiled regarding the Glacial Sphere’s student body. This school was renowned for producing talented individuals, drawing interest from guilds across the realm. Her focus was singular: to identify and recruit promising students who might elevate the Celestial Legion’s ranks and enhance their endeavors.

She quickly scanned the profiles, her mind racing with possibilities. ’Who among them has the potential to really shine?’ Annabelle thought.

Annabelle leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on the holographic screen that displayed footage of Glacial Sphere’s latest Monster Hunting competition.

It was a widely known fact that this year’s newbies at Glacial Sphere were exceptional, with many displaying Gifts that had the potential to elevate their respective guilds in the rankings.

Any advantage gained from young, promising recruits could very well tip the balance of power among the guilds. If she allowed other guilds to swoop in first, the first-place position that she had worked so tirelessly to secure might slip through her fingers.

Her attention was captivated by one particular video—the impressive performance of Cypher. She watched, spellbound, as he demonstrated an effortless fluidity in combat. His sword aura appeared simplistic at first glance, but each movement conjured the illusion that his blade danced through the air like water.

Even as he struck down monsters, remnants of torn space hovered momentarily, a striking visualization of his uncanny abilities. No one else displayed techniques remotely similar to his; he was truly unique.

"Woah... this man really is amazing," she murmured under her breath, fully engrossed in his prowess.

"I agree," her secretary chimed in, eyes brightening with excitement. "Also, he’s not affiliated with any guilds at the moment, so he will be our first target."

"Excellent," Annabelle replied, already strategizing how to approach him. "Oh? What’s this? Someone’s using a dagger?"

As Cypher’s video ended, the screen transitioned smoothly to footage featuring Remillia. The change was instantaneous, yet it jolted Annabelle from her tactical musings.

"They’re talking about her in the guild’s community lately," her secretary noted, curiosity lacing his tone.

"Must have been busy with my reports so I didn’t catch the news," Annabelle admitted, although she had heard whispers of a rising star.

"Yeah. Apparently, she’s becoming quite popular at the academy. According to inside information, she’s rather strange."

Annabelle played the video again, focusing intently on Remillia’s swift movements. She arched an eyebrow, neither amazed nor disappointed, but her curiosity piqued further. Remillia wasn’t using any long-range weaponry; instead, she was hurling daggers with astonishing speed and accuracy. It was remarkable—within mere seconds, she dispatched a swarm of baby toads with precision that seemed almost impossible.

"She’s not even using any long-ranged weapons. How can she throw those daggers that far and fast?" Annabelle pondered aloud. "Fifteen seconds, and she killed every last one."

Physically, it should have been impossible. Even the fastest of users would struggle to throw a dagger that many times without losing accuracy. The only explanation was that she must have imbued her daggers with her aura—a technique that was generally considered unattainable.

Annabelle shook her head, discarding the notion once more. ’Everyone knows you can’t imbue mana in a thrown weapon,’ she reminded herself, but the implications of Remillia’s display lingered in her mind.

"It seems she changed her primary weapon from a bow to a dagger shortly after entering the academy," she noted, her analytical mind racing to keep up with the chaos of her thoughts.

"... Awakened," her secretary suggested, cautious yet hopeful.

"I think so, too," Annabelle replied, staring at the screen, deep in thought. Remillia had awakened at the age of 17—a milestone that put her in a rare category of gifted individuals.

Annabelle sat back in her chair, her fingers steepling beneath her chin as she contemplated the implications of what she had just witnessed.

Changing one’s main weapon after Awakening was indeed a rarity, particularly considering how crucial it was for those from powerful families to be trained in all manner of combat and weaponry from a young age.

This preparation ensured that once a person Awakened—when their true Gifts were revealed—they could seamlessly transition and excel with the weapons that best suited their abilities.

In cases like this, where people who have common background has to change to an unfamiliar weapon, they need at least five years to able to catch back up.

In contrast, Remillia’s transition from a bow to daggers suggested uncertainty about her Gift and its fullest potential. Relying solely on daggers could limit her advantages in the brutal competition of the guilds, and it was difficult to predict how interested other guilds would be in recruiting her.

There was a risk for anyone who had to adapt to a completely unfamiliar weapon, potentially requiring five or more years of training before they could achieve the same level of proficiency as their peers.

"She Awakened early," Annabelle mused, tapping her fingers thoughtfully on the tabletop. "But if using daggers is all her Gift can do, then I can’t say it’s too advantageous for her. I wonder how many guilds will actually consider recruiting her."

"I agree with you," her secretary replied, his expression thoughtful. He flicked his gaze towards the holographic display, where Remillia’s most recent achievements still flickered on the screen.

"Still, let’s keep an eye on her. Being Awakened at the age of 17 is still a remarkable event," Annabelle decided, her resolve hardening. "If she’s this special, I am confident she’ll stand out once again. There’s often more beneath the surface than what initial observation reveals."

Her secretary nodded, recognizing the wisdom behind her words. "Understood. I’ll ensure we monitor her progress closely. If any of the guilds express interest, we’ll act quickly."

The room fell silent as Annabelle’s mind swirled with possibilities. If she took the right approach, both Cypher and Remillia could transform the Sovereign Legion into an unrivaled powerhouse. Their talents could not be overlooked—and with both recruits under her wing, she could further solidify the guild’s dominance in Monfort.

"Set up a full watch on her and Cypher," Annabelle instructed, determination hardening her tone. "Their upcoming missions could unveil more about their capabilities. I want to know if they reveal any additional skills or tactical ingenuity."

Her secretary took note, his fingers dancing across the holographic tablet. "I will initiate monitoring protocols and gather feedback from all relevant sources."