The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 504: Back With The Saint

Shadow folded back in on itself without ceremony.

No jolt. No lurch. Just the quiet return of weight beneath their feet as the island settled into place around them.

Noel was the first to register it. His boots touched stone that was solid, cracked in places but stable, the kind of ground that had already stopped trying to collapse. The pull in his chest from Shadow Step lingered for a second longer than usual before easing, a dull reminder of how many times he’d pushed it lately.

"...Clear," he said after a brief pause.

There was no immediate response from the island. No pressure pushing back against his senses. No hostile mana crawling up his spine. Just open air, muted wind, and the faint scent of scorched stone.

That alone told him enough.

Elyra took a few steps forward, eyes moving quickly, taking in the surroundings. The damage was obvious once you knew where to look. A shattered section of pavement here. A wall cracked clean through there. Impact marks clustered tightly together instead of scattered.

"Short fight," she said. "Hard, but contained."

Selene stood a little behind them, hands relaxed but ready, gaze fixed down the street ahead. She didn’t comment, which in itself said plenty.

Elena moved off to the side, scanning corners and alleys, looking for movement, listening more than watching. "I don’t feel anyone panicking," she said quietly. "If there were civilians or prisoners... they’re gone now. Or never here."

Noel nodded.

He could feel it too. The island wasn’t tense. It wasn’t holding its breath. Whatever conflict had happened here had already been forced into a conclusion.

He crouched briefly, pressing his fingers against the stone. The residue was faint but unmistakable. Sacred mana, clean and sharp, layered over the raw signs of physical force.

"She was here," Noel said.

Elyra glanced back at him. "Charlotte."

"Yeah," he replied. "And she didn’t let it drag on."

The marks weren’t sloppy. No excessive destruction. No lingering instability. Someone had stepped in, ended it, and made sure it stayed ended.

Noel straightened, eyes lifting toward the inner streets of the island. Whatever had happened, it wasn’t ongoing. Garron wasn’t fighting anymore. That was either very good news... or a sign things had gone sideways fast.

He didn’t dwell on it.

"We move," Noel said. "No detours."

He looked once more at the quiet streets ahead.

"Find Charlotte and Garron," he added.

They didn’t have to go far.

The signs led them down a side street where the damage narrowed even further, the stone scuffed and cracked in a tight radius, like a storm that had been forced to stop mid-spin. At the end of it, Garron lay on his back against a low wall, arms at his sides.

He was just out.

Noel slowed immediately, raising a hand to stop the others before anyone rushed in. Garron’s chest rose and fell at a steady rhythm, deep enough to be unmistakably normal.

Elena was already kneeling beside him, fingers hovering briefly before checking his pulse, then his breathing, then the faint tension still lingering in his muscles.

"He’s fine," she said after a moment. "Just knocked out. Hard, but clean."

Elyra crouched a little to the side, eyes narrowing as she took in the ground around him. Two daggers were embedded in the stone near Garron’s shoulders, angled inward. Close enough that moving suddenly would’ve been a bad idea. Far enough that neither had drawn blood.

"She didn’t want to hurt him," Elyra said quietly.

Noel didn’t answer right away. He looked at the daggers, then at Garron’s face. There was no fear frozen there. No pain. Just the slack expression of someone whose body had been told, very firmly, to shut down.

"No," Noel said at last. "She wanted him to stop."

Selene stood a few steps back, arms loose at her sides. She glanced at Garron once, then away, already putting the pieces together.

"He wouldn’t calm down," she said. Nothing more.

That was enough.

Noel exhaled slowly through his nose. Garron losing control wasn’t hard to imagine. Pressure like this, isolation, no answers. Garron had always pushed forward by force. When that stopped working, something had to give.

Charlotte had stepped in before it turned ugly.

Noel crouched briefly, checking Garron himself, then straightened again. "We don’t move him yet," he said. "Not until he wakes up on his own."

Elena nodded in agreement. "Better that way."

Noel’s gaze shifted down the street, following the direction the damage faded toward nothing. Charlotte hadn’t gone far. She wouldn’t.

"She’s close," he said.

The group didn’t argue. Garron remained unconscious, breathing steady, while the island stayed quiet around them, as if waiting for the person who had ended the fight to step back into view.

Noel didn’t hesitate.

"You stay with him," he said, already turning away. "If he wakes up, keep him calm."

Elyra nodded once, practical as ever. Elena stayed kneeling beside Garron, adjusting his position slightly so he was more comfortable. Selene took a few steps back, eyes on the street, alert but relaxed, Clara and Laziel did the same.

Noel moved alone.

The farther he walked from the others, the quieter the island became. Not empty, just settled, like a place that had already burned through its worst moment and was waiting for the next one. The traces of conflict faded completely after a few turns, replaced by intact stone and still air.

Then he heard it.

"Noel?"

He stopped.

The voice came from above, sharp and unmistakably familiar.

Noel tilted his head and looked up toward a low rooftop where a figure stood half-hidden behind a broken parapet.

"How do you know I’m here?" he called back.

Charlotte leaned forward slightly, peering down at him. Her white-and-gold outfit was dusty, sleeves rolled up, posture casual in a way that suggested she’d been waiting rather than hiding.

She smiled.

"I smelled you," she said simply. "You remember I’ve got a good nose, right?"

Noel blinked once, then laughed despite himself.

"...Right," he said. "I keep forgetting. You really are like a dog when it comes to that."

The smile vanished.

Charlotte’s eyes narrowed instantly, the air around her shifting just enough to be noticeable.

"...Did you just call me a dog?" she asked sweetly.

Noel froze.

She hopped down from the rooftop in one smooth motion, landing a few steps in front of him. The sound was light. The look she gave him wasn’t.

"You want to end up like Garron?" Charlotte continued, tilting her head. "Because I can arrange that." 𝓯𝙧𝓮𝓮𝒘𝓮𝙗𝙣𝒐𝒗𝒆𝓵.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Noel raised both hands immediately, grin already back in place.

"Hey, hey. Compliment. Mostly," he said. "You found me fast. That’s impressive."

She stared at him for another second, then clicked her tongue and turned away.

"Idiot," she muttered.

Noel followed, still smiling faintly.

Behind them, the island remained quiet, Garron unconscious, the group waiting.