Reincarnated as a Trash Extra To Kill The SSS-Rank Villainess-Chapter 151: His Perfect Weapon

The sun rose over St. Celeste, but Raziel and his team stayed buried in the dark of the East Basement.

The Academy accepted its new protocol and stood ready to resist the Inquisition.

Raziel pulled a heavy wooden crate to the center of the workshop.

He unrolled a detailed architectural map of the academy and dropped it on top of the wood.

He stood at the head of the makeshift war table.

Lucian, Lara, Zorya, Caius, and Gideon gathered around the map.

A jagged red communication crystal rested right in the center of the parchment.

Arawn Rivers monitored the meeting from a secure location in the capital, providing external intelligence through the magical link.

Raziel looked at his team.

He did not feel the warm rush of camaraderie or the emotional bonds of friendship.

He just recognized the absolute tactical value of the people standing in this room.

They formed a perfect, specialized weapon designed to break the Church.

"We have six weeks until Elector Mordecai arrives," Raziel started the briefing.

He pointed at the main gates drawn on the map. "He brings a full team of elite sealers. He brings the Silencer artifact. He plans to kill the ancient magic and burn this place to the ground."

Raziel laid out their current assets and their massive deficits.

"Lithos obeys me now," Raziel explained to the group.

"The Academy commanded the guardian to protect the bearer of the Seventh Gift. The construct is degraded from centuries of isolation, but it will fight for us."

Zorya tapped her charcoal pencil against the edge of the crate.

"The Academy itself canceled the suicide protocol, but the foundation is weak," Zorya added.

"Five centuries of ecclesiastical suppression damaged the runic network. The stones need time to heal before they can withstand a direct assault."

"We do not have time," Lucian crossed his arms and glared at the map.

"Marius painted tracking seals all over the residential wing. He wants to catch us sneaking around at night. Oswyn feeds disinformation to Angelina, but we cannot rely on a coward’s loyalty forever."

Raziel placed his hands flat on the edges of the crate.

He outlined the specific timeline for their survival.

"Weeks one through three," Raziel ordered.

"I master the fourth Gift. Chronoperception requires the mastery of the previous Gifts, and I possess them now. "

"While I train, Zorya and Caius will train Lithos, you need to teach the construct to recognize specific human targets so it does not crush us by mistake."

He looked at the noble and the defector.

"Weeks three through five," Raziel continued.

"Lucian and Gideon act as our eyes on the surface. You monitor Marius, track any updates regarding Mordecai’s arrival and maintain the absolute illusion of normal academy life. Nobody suspects a thing."

"And week six?" Gideon asked.

"Week six is the confrontation," Raziel answered without blinking.

"The minimum objective is the total destruction of the Silencer artifact, the ideal is expelling Mordecai from the academy without exposing my corrupted core to the Exarchs and the impossible is turning the physical confrontation into a political victory that protects St. Celeste."

Lara raised her hand from the other side of the crate. "What is my role?"

"You are the early warning system," Raziel told her.

"You push your empathic perception past the academy walls. You feel the arrival of the Elector’s team before they even reach the main gates."

"And me?" Arawn asked through the static of the crystal.

"You sabotage their logistics," Raziel replied.

"Delay their supply wagons on the roads, creating bureaucratic nightmares for them in the capital. Every single day you delay Mordecai is another day we train."

The basement went quiet while the team absorbed the massive scope of the operation.

They planned to fight the supreme commander of the Inquisition and a Saint-Level cult leader at the exact same time.

Gideon raised his scarred hand, looking down at the map and then looked up at Raziel.

"What happens if none of this works?" Gideon asked.

Raziel did not flinch.

"Then we evacuate the Academy," Raziel stated.

"We leave the front gates wide open and we let Mordecai walk into an empty fortress. We trap him on Level -5 with Lithos waiting for him in the dark."

Caius stepped forward from the shadows.

"That would destroy Lithos," Caius argued. "The Elector would overwhelm the degraded construct with pure numbers."

"And Lithos would destroy the Silencer before it fell," Raziel countered. "It is the nuclear option."

Nobody spoke. The reality of sacrificing the ancient guardian hung over the table.

"We will not reach that point," Raziel promised. "But we need to know the option exists."

Arawn spoke from the red crystal and broke the heavy tension.

"I have an additional piece of intelligence," the Exorcist reported.

"Mordecai does not travel via the main King’s Road. He marches his team down the Pilgrim’s Path. It is a restricted ecclesiastical route used only by Church caravans."

"Why does that matter?" Lucian asked and leaned closer to the crystal.

"Because the Pilgrim’s Path passes straight through Three Crosses," Arawn answered.

A heavy silence filled the basement.

"Three Crosses serves as the primary execution ground for the Inquisition," Arawn explained to the group.

"They burn heretics in public there. It is a highly symbolic stop for a commander. Mordecai wants his arrival to send a message to the rest of the kingdom. He comes to St. Celeste as a judge, not a visitor."

Gideon lost all color in his face and grabbed the edge of the wooden crate to steady his shaking legs.

He knew the Three Crosses.

Mordecai dragged him there during his brutal training in the capital just to motivate him.

"The crosses always have someone hanging from them," Gideon whispered to the room.

"Always."

The group processed the brutal psychological warfare the Elector planned to use against them.

Lara raised her hand again.

"There is something else you need to know,"

Everyone turned their heads to look at the young empath.

"I practiced expanding my perception range like you asked," Lara explained and hugged her own arms to keep warm.

"I can feel emotional signatures up to five hundred meters away now. I scanned the entire academy this morning."

Lara paused and took a deep breath.

"There is someone inside St. Celeste who should not be here."

Lucian dropped his hand straight to his dagger. "Who?"

"I do not know their name or their face," Lara answered. "I just feel their dominant emotion. It is..."

She searched her mind for the right word to describe the sensation.

"...devotion, directed entirely at Raziel." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

The workshop fell into an awkward silence.

"It is not admiration," Lara clarified.

She shook her head and her voice trembled. "It is not respectful either, It feels completely obsessive."

Raziel’s tactical brain clicked the pieces together in a fraction of a second.

He knew Seraphina’s methods.

The cult leader manipulated Prince Ayres using his royal frustrations.

Seraphina never used standard assassins when she could use psychological weapons instead.

An assassin radiated bloodlust and killing intent.

A basic guard or a tracking rune could detect killing intent immediately.

But nobody scans for love.