The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 131: Towards Elarith [PS Bonus]

Noel had arrived at the Western Port of Estermont.

Here lay the sea that separated the two continents. The distance between them wasn’t too large—by ship, the crossing could be made in about five days.

His ship would depart in exactly fifteen minutes.

Noel turned to the carriage driver who had brought him.

"Please let them know I arrived safely."

The driver nodded once, then turned and left, guiding the carriage back through the bustling streets.

Noel faced forward again.

The Port of Estermont was just as he had imagined it from the novel—majestic, vast, a place where the wealth and power of the Estermont family was on full display.

Tall stone piers extended out over the deep blue water. Countless ships were docked—some designed for transporting people, others for moving goods, others built for luxury.

Passengers of all races passed through the gates—humans, elves, dwarves, and more. Merchants, travelers, nobles. And, of course, some ships were part of the Estermont trading fleet, among the most famous in the world.

Noel’s gaze swept across the harbor.

And then he saw it—his ship.

He stopped for a moment, blinking.

’It’s huge. Holy shit. It looks like a building—tall and long. Is this what a cruise ship looked like back on Earth?’

The vessel was massive—nothing like a simple sailing ship. It had no sails at all.

Instead, the ship ran on a special engine, powered by mana.

Magical engineering at its finest—capable of long journeys without the need for wind. The structure towered above the others, with several levels of decks stacked high.

Noel shook his head in amazement and made his way toward the boarding line.

The line was long.

Passengers waited patiently, each holding a ticket ready in hand.

Noel watched them calmly.

’I’ve got mine in my dimensional pouch,’ he thought with confidence.

The line moved slowly. One by one, passengers handed over their tickets and were allowed through.

Finally—Noel’s turn.

A uniformed worker at the gangplank looked at him.

"Ticket, please."

Noel gave a casual nod. "Yes—one second..."

He reached into his dimensional pouch, searching through its contents.

Seconds passed.

A nervous laugh escaped his lips.

"Hehe... you’re not going to believe this..." he said awkwardly.

The worker’s tone turned firm.

"If you don’t have a ticket, sir, you cannot board."

Before Noel could respond, another worker hurried over—whispering something quickly into the first worker’s ear.

The first man blinked in surprise, straightened, and immediately stepped aside.

"My apologies, sir. I didn’t realize who you were. Please, go ahead."

Noel raised an eyebrow.

’What the hell did they tell him to make him let me through?’

Still wondering, he stepped forward onto the massive ship.

As soon as Noel stepped aboard the massive ship, someone was already waiting for him.

A young man—dressed in the neat uniform of a ship servant—stood near the entrance hall. He looked to be in his early twenties, with short brown hair and matching brown eyes. He seemed perfectly ordinary.

"This way, please," the man said with a polite nod.

’Suppose I’ll follow him, then,’ Noel thought.

They moved through the long corridors of the ship.

On each side, Noel could see rows of small passenger cabins—doors lined neatly down the polished wooden halls.

After a few turns, they reached a set of stairs.

Together, they climbed several floors—up past more decks, the corridors growing noticeably more refined with each level.

Finally, they stopped before a large door near the upper deck.

"We’ve arrived," the young man said. "This will be your cabin during the voyage. If you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call us. You’ll find a magic bell on the nightstand by your bed."

Noel arched an eyebrow.

"And how exactly are you supposed to hear the sound of that bell?"

The man smiled faintly.

"Allow me to explain. When you ring it, it makes no audible sound here. Instead, it triggers another bell in our staff room—that’s the one that rings."

"Oh. I see. Alright—thank you. You may go."

The servant bowed slightly and left.

Noel stepped inside.

The cabin was... fancy, to say the least.

One look, and he was certain—this was arranged by the Estermont family. Whether it was Lady Elissabeth or Elyra, he couldn’t say—but it definitely hadn’t been Lord Caeron. Not after how he’d said goodbye to his daughter.

The room had the same refined elegance as the guest room at the Estermont estate.

Plush carpets. Dark red curtains. Polished wood paneling. A large bed with velvet sheets. Even a small sitting area with a table by the window.

Noel sighed in quiet amusement.

’Figures.’

Without wasting time, he loosened his black tie and stripped off the suit jacket.

Even though it was still afternoon, he made straight for the bed.

He was exhausted.

The past month had been intense—one challenge after another.

And even though he’d rested a little after returning from Iskandar to Estermont by carriage, he hadn’t truly relaxed—not for a single moment.

Now? He wasn’t going to miss the chance.

He laid back, closed his eyes, and within minutes, drifted into deep sleep.

When Noel finally awoke, it was night.

’That was quite the nap.’

Still lying in bed, he stretched lazily, bones cracking faintly.

After a moment, he sat up and dressed again—choosing another elegant outfit. On a ship like this, appearances mattered. Better to maintain the proper image.

Once ready, he left his cabin and made his way through the upper decks.

Soon, he reached the luxurious onboard restaurant.

The scent of freshly prepared food hit him the moment he entered—and his stomach growled loudly in response.

’Yeah... definitely need to eat.’

As soon as he entered the restaurant, a well-dressed waiter approached him.

"May I show you to a table, sir?"

Noel nodded. "Of course."

He followed the man through the softly lit dining room—warm golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a glow over the polished wood and rich crimson decor.

But just as he passed one of the larger tables, Noel caught sight of something in the corner of his eye.

Marcus.

Sitting with Laziel, Garron, and Clara.

Noel stiffened slightly but kept walking, pretending not to notice them.

He took his seat, hoping they hadn’t spotted him.

Soon the waiter appeared again.

"What would you like to order?"

"Bring me the best cut of meat you have."

"And to drink?"

"The best wine you serve as well."

"Very well. I’ll return shortly."

Noel leaned back in his chair, exhaling softly.

’If I can live a luxurious life now, I might as well enjoy it. Hehehe.’

His gaze drifted out the nearby window as he sank into thought.

’Alright... the final stage to close out Act III seems like it hasn’t changed—at least for now. I could’ve stayed one more day in Estermont and spent it with Elyra... but I wanted to be sure about this. I can’t join their group for now, but after the wedding, I’ll probably have to meet up with them.’

He crossed his arms casually.

’I’m headed to Lestaria for the wedding. They’re going south, to the small holy kingdom below. I imagine the Saint, Charlotte, must have met Marcus already. I bet they agreed to head to the Holy Capital together.’

He sighed faintly.

’Enough thinking for now. Nothing good ever comes from overthinking—Roberto was right about that, when I think too many bad things always happen.’

A moment later, the waiter returned—placing a perfectly cooked steak before him, along with a glass of rich red wine.

Noel smiled to himself.

’For now... I’ll just enjoy this.’

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