The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 134: Arrival in Teralis [GT Bonus]

The ship began to slow as it neared the massive docks of Teralis.

Noel and Marcus were still in the training grounds—locked in an intense sparring match. The clash of their wooden swords echoed through the room.

Neither was holding back.

The speed of their movements was on another level entirely.

Garron, watching from the side, had given up trying to follow the rhythm.

"Tch... I can’t even keep up with them anymore," he muttered.

Laziel and Clara stood together nearby.

Both were mages, not front-line fighters. And after seeing the level Noel and Marcus were displaying, neither felt particularly eager to jump in.

"I’ll pass," Laziel said calmly.

"Same here," Clara added with a small smile.

Their eyes remained fixed on the match.

Back on the floor, Marcus swept in low, attempting a sharp feint. Noel blocked it with a smooth counter, the two blades locking for a brief moment before separating again.

Then—

Clara’s voice rang out through the training hall.

"Guys—we’ve arrived!"

Both fighters froze mid-motion.

Marcus grinned, lowering his sword.

"I guess we should stop here. We can train more later, Noel."

Noel straightened, exhaling lightly.

"Yeah... in a week."

Marcus tilted his head.

"What do you mean?"

Noel’s voice remained calm.

"After the wedding, I’m stopping by the Holy Capital."

Marcus’s eyes lit up.

"That’s a nice surprise. Are you coming to help with the orphanage work like us?"

Noel blinked.

"What? No, not at all. I’m just visiting."

Marcus chuckled.

"I see. Well, if you change your mind, let us know. And when you get there, stop by and say hi."

Noel gave a faint nod.

"Sure."

Marcus smiled warmly.

"See you then, Noel. We’ll meet again soon."

With that, Marcus turned to join Clara, while Laziel and Garron were already outside waiting.

Noel remained where he was for a moment—watching them go.

After the others left, Noel set the wooden sword down on the rack and quietly left the training grounds.

As he walked through the hallway toward his room, one thought circled in his mind.

’These next few days are going to be a pain... well, nothing I can do.’

He reached his cabin and pushed the door open.

Inside, the room was as he had left it—neat, organized.

Revenant Fang rested on the table.

Noel walked over and picked it up carefully, sliding it into its sheath. As always, he fastened it securely to the right side of his belt.

His dimensional pouch was already clipped to his left.

He glanced at the mirror across the room.

For a moment, he just stared at his reflection.

’Tch... I really hate this. Should probably get a haircut before the wedding...’

Noel adjusted his appearance.

He wore a perfectly tailored navy blue suit, a crisp white shirt, and a neatly tied black tie.

Polished shoes completed the look.

One last check in the mirror—everything looked sharp.

He exhaled slowly.

’Alright... let’s get this over with.’

Without another word, he stepped out of the room and headed toward the exit of the ship.

Noel descended the gangway with measured steps as the ship finally docked.

The city of Teralis spread out before him—vast and alive with color.

It was the heart of the Lestaria family’s power—one of the great elven houses.

’So this is Teralis...’ Noel thought, eyes scanning the sprawling cityscape. ’As expected. The wedding had to be here.’

He moved down the dock, noting that Marcus and the others were already gone.

’They must’ve taken a carriage south. Luckily, it won’t take long—Lestaria and the Holy Capital share a border.’

Ahead, one carriage stood out among the others—a deep navy blue carriage bearing the unmistakable Thorne family crest.

Noel’s gaze sharpened.

’That one must be for me.’

He approached casually and saw the driver—an unfamiliar face.

’Doesn’t ring a bell. Probably just another servant from the house.’

Noel stopped near the carriage.

"Good morning," he greeted.

The driver turned quickly.

"Oh! Young Master Noel! Please, allow me to take your luggage. Hm? You don’t have any?"

’Why is he so polite towards me?’

Noel gestured toward his dimensional pouch.

"No need. I’ve got everything here."

The driver smiled, slightly embarrassed.

"I see. Of course, that makes sense... Well then, please step in. I’ll take you to your family."

Noel climbed into the carriage without another word.

Noel settled into the plush seat of the navy blue carriage as it began to move through the streets of Teralis.

The wheels rolled smoothly over the broad wooden causeways that served as the city’s main roads—woven through and around the enormous trees.

Noel rested an elbow against the window frame, gazing out in silence.

It didn’t take long to see that Teralis was nothing like Estermont.

Estermont had been a city of pure luxury—gleaming stone, towering manors, gilded spires. A place built to showcase the wealth of its noble houses.

But Teralis... was something else entirely.

It didn’t display its power with gold or marble.

Instead, it was woven into the living heart of the forest.

All around him, ancient trees towered toward the sky—each one wider than most human buildings, their trunks thick with twisting bark and deep green moss.

And within those living pillars—entire structures had been shaped.

Windows and balconies peeked from the trunks. Wooden walkways circled the branches. Delicate lights hung from the canopy, glowing softly in the mid-morning air.

Bridges of woven silverwood arched between the trees, forming an upper layer of streets that connected the city above the forest floor.

Elfs moved gracefully along them—men and women clad in fine garments, walking lightly along the hanging bridges as if weightless.

It was beautiful in a way Noel hadn’t expected.

A place where the architecture didn’t fight nature—but embraced it.

’Honestly... imagining this from the novel didn’t do it justice,’ Noel thought as his gaze traced the flowing shapes of the city.

The air itself was different—cool, fresh, tinged with the faint scent of flowers and green life.

The steady hum of magic was almost tangible here, woven into the very fabric of the forest.

Even Noel, who normally cared little for such things, had to admit it was impressive.

’It’s the kind of city that doesn’t need to shout about its power,’ he thought. ’You can feel it just by being here.’

The carriage continued its smooth ride, weaving past vendors selling rare herbs and spell components, elven children playing on the high bridges, and noble elves riding elegantly shaped windrunners—beasts that looked like a cross between deer and great birds.

Noel watched it all in silence.

Then, the driver’s voice broke through his thoughts.

"We’ve arrived, young Master Thorne."

Noel blinked, pulling his gaze from the window.

"I see. Thank you."

The carriage slowed to a graceful halt before a large residence nestled into one of the central trees of Teralis.

It wasn’t as large or as grand as the main Thorne estate in Valor—but it was still imposing in its own way.

Carved wooden archways, silver runes etched along the doorframes, lanterns of pure mana glowing with a soft blue light.

And above the entrance—the Thorne family crest, carved into the living wood itself.

Noel exhaled slowly, smoothing his suit one last time.

’Let’s see if the family’s changed at all while I’ve been away...’

With that thought, he reached for the carriage door.

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