Legacy Of The Extra-Chapter 73: To Save you

I am not a geek. But, if I can get stronger by reading books? Sign me the hell up.

Today, I was here for some basic manuals for Polearms—specifically the Halberd. Since Ardentfall has chosen me as its worthy wielder. I would not shy away from using its powers.

The weapon is strong and goes well with ice affinity, or in my case, frostfire. And those blue flames, I needed to study them too. I don't know any spells tied to that since it was an affinity not available to Raiden in the game.

Remembering about Raiden... I should say sorry because I went a bit overboard. I lost my temper while beating Felix up and destroyed the sword gifted to him by his late uncle, Silas Von Emberhold.

I should gift him a new one.

As my thoughts went on, we both reached the desk of the librarian. It was a woman in her early 30s. She had brown hair tied in a ponytail, a few strands falling over the round glasses that rested on the bridge of her nose.

She was buried inside a book, and as my wild brain suggests—I am a hundred percent sure that she is reading a book on courting advice or a freakin Erotica.

Hehehe.

"Ms. Amber," Margaret called out to her, planting her palms on the wooden desk.

She lifted her head from the book, shifting her dark gaze at the two of us. "Yes—Eek! Lady Margaret!" She jumped up from her seat, slamming the book down on her desk. "What can I do for you?"

"Calm down, please. You are older than I, so please refrain from using honorifics..." Margaret dismissively waved her hands. "I am actually here to help a junior today." She pointed at me.

The librarian snapped her from Margaret to me. Her eyes were watering up as if I were someone intimidating to her, and then she blushed. "Y—Yes, what can I help you with?" She mustered up the courage to blurt it out.

Goddamn it! Show one reaction.

Either view me as a delinquent or just get a fucking crush on me while trying your sleazy romance novel lines. Don't form an equinox of the two.

Clearing my throat, at which she flinched, I asked while softening my tone. "Can you tell me where I can find the section for weapon arts?"

She frantically nodded and pointed towards a section of the library. "You can find the arts there on the shelves for swords."

"I actually needed an art for long weapons..."

"T—Then you can find it right next to the Enchanting section. It consists of both spears and other polearms alike."

"Thank you." I offered her a polite smile, making her cheeks even redder than before. I should probably leave before she explodes like the Chernobyl plant.

Making my way past the bookshelves, Margaret and I headed for the section near the librarian guided us to.

The bookshelf had a tag on saying "Weapon Arts Section II" Under it, there were many leather-covered tomes, which branded a different art related to the weapon of the practitioner.

But mostly of long weapons such as spears or glaives.

Arts in the game were a type of aura or mana-infused movesets or combos. They depended on the weapon the player used. Let's take the Blitzfeld Swordsmanship art as an example.

It is a Tier-3 art that allows the wielder to wield two blades—A thin and straight blade like a rapier and a dagger for parrying or blocking. A very effective and versatile style.

But I instead opted for Lionfang style which was taught to me by Michael, another Tier-3 art taught to the Knights in the Royal Army.

As for tiers, they started low from Tier-5 to the highest Tier-1, and well, there is a beyond with a mythic tier or tier-X, which is not yet categorised or found. But guess what? Raiden gets one.

But the sad thing is, you must have the light affinity to use it. So, not useful for me.

The heir of Dawn can have it.

I just need at least a tier-3 or tier-2 art for my Halberd. I need to practice that weapon and fuck the demons and the Blitzfelds with it.

I glossed over all the titles again, a few were tier-4 or tier-5. And those that were of tier-3 are not actually of a Halberd but rather the long bow, which I don't know how to use. Maybe I can learn it.

"Hey, Noah." Suddenly, Margaret called out to me from behind.

"What is it, Senior?" I asked, turning around and finding her holding a tome in her hands. It seemed old, and its edges were kind of torn.

"I think it will suit your Halberd." She replied.

I took the book from her hands and inspected it. "Lament of the Falling Star" was its title. The book was rough on the touch and kind of dusty.

Croft, can you tell me the Tier of this art?

Shit, tier-2! Where did she find this?!

"Hey, is it good enough?" She leaned forward, hands behind her back. Looking at me, then at the book. "I think this will suit you..."

"U—Uh, Senior Margar—"

"Only Margaret."

"Margaret, I think this will do," I pulled off a nice small smile. "Thank you."

She stepped back, a wide smile of satisfaction playing at her lips. "You are welcome." Then, as if something clicked, her lips parted. "Will you be attending the fresher's party?"

"What now?" I asked again, not hearing her the first time.

"The Fresher's party," She repeated. "It is a tradition that every year the Second-year, along with the help of the Student Council, set up a nice party for all the first-years."

Ah, I remember this one happening in the game. Raiden got into a fight with Felix back then. Depending on the choices you make, you either close Cynthia's route permanently and unlock Alea's route.

Or.

You unlock both routes successfully by fending off Felix without harming him too much.

[So, you are an incest freak?] Dante sneered.

HELL NO! NEVER!

"So, are you going?" She asked again.

"Yes,"

"Good," She nodded to herself and questioned. "Do you have a suit?"

"I don't actually..." I let out a small, awkward chuckle. It was weird for nobles not to have any suits. I did have them back in the estate, but they will be too big for my current body.

Well, I did not bring any suit. But, today afternoon I have a plan of going to the market anyway—To get a suit and unlock the Mask of Deceit.

"So, you want to go together?" Her question caught me off guard. I stared right back at her, She was slouching slightly. Her eyes not meeting mine, her ears burning with a hue of red.

"No," I kindly rejected her offer, which made her frown, but she recovered quickly. As expected of a noble. But still, that offer was weird.

"Since my work here is done, I should get going." I bowed my head before and thanked her. "Thank you again for your help today. Sen—Margaret."

"You are welcome," She replied, but her cheeryness was now gone. Evaporated.

Tucking the book between my arm and waist, I headed for the exit. I had a lot of shopping and stealing to do today.

Closing the library door behind me, I walked through empty corridors. These will soon be filled with students—gossiping and chattering away after classes.

[I forgot to mention one thing...] Dante suddenly spoke up, his voice etched with doubt. [How did she know that you wield a Halberd?]

My footsteps came to a halt as my face went blank.

You couldn't have mentioned that before?!

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Margaret's eyes remained fixed on the door through which Noah had left. She let out a small breath as her mind reeled. That idiot... He could've at least gone shopping with me... I stole that weapon art personally for you from the Edevane library.

She leaned against the edge of a bookshelf, arms crossing over her bosom. Eyes still fixed on the door.

Don't worry, darling. This time, I will make sure that you survive. Her fingers tightened around the fabric of her white.

Even if it means defying the Gods. I will save you.