The Extra's Reincarnation-Chapter 109 : Princess Of Elandria

Carefully, Julian held Aziel tight and guided her to safety, landing on the ground.

As Julian descended gracefully from the sky, a crowd gathered, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of him cradling an exceptionally beautiful woman in his arms.

The onlookers craned their necks, eager for a better look, but Julian swiftly pulled his sleek half mask over her face, concealing her identity and shielding her eyes.

"…!"

Aziel shuffled nervously, her fingers twitching as she clung to Julian tightly.

She seemed to have surrendered completely to whatever fate Julian had in store, her resistance quietly fading away.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper over the rush of wind.

"Don't worry," Julian said simply, his tone calm and assured.

The streets blurred around them as Julian moved without stopping.

He cradled her against his chest, one arm supporting her back while the other curved beneath her knees.

Despite his strength, his touch remained gentle, as if he were carrying something infinitely precious.

Aziel's heart hammered against her ribs like a wild bird seeking escape. Through the mask, she could see nothing, but her other senses heightened in compensation.

The steady rhythm of Julian's breathing, the faint scent of pine and sword oil that clung to his clothing, the whispers and gasps of witnesses as they moved through what must have been increasingly crowded streets.

"What are you—"

"Please, Your Highness. Trust me for just a moment longer."

The formality in his address sent a shiver through her. He knew exactly who she was, had known all along, and yet there was something in his tone that didn't match the cold duty of a royal agent.

It wasn't until a familiar aroma tickled her senses that realization became clear.

The Leaky Tavern.

The savory aroma of their signature dishes, the sweet tinges of Elven wine and the earthy scent of aged wood.

Once they were inside, Julian quickly placed her down to face away from him, and he began to fix her hair.

Anyone who saw her hair down knew that it was the princess, and with the hairpin she had dropped during the chase, he tied her hair into a beautiful braided bun.

His fingers moved with surprising dexterity, weaving strands of silver into an elegant pattern.

Each touch was careful, almost reverent, as if he were handling spun glass rather than hair.

The sensation sent pleasant tingles down Aziel's spine, a feeling so unexpected that she found herself holding her breath.

"There," he said finally, his voice closer to her ear than she had anticipated.

"That should help."

He removed the mask from her eyes, and Aziel blinked as her vision adjusted to the dimly lit interior of the tavern's back room.

She turned slowly, cautiously, to face him.

Julian stood before her, his half-mask back in place, his red eyes studying her with an intensity that made her skin warm.

The moment stretched between them, thick with unspoken tension. Aziel opened her mouth to speak, but Julian beat her to it with a statement that caught her completely off guard.

"I'm hungry."

"…?"

She blinked at his words.

It almost sounded too mundane to process after the chase and near-death experience. Her lips parted again, but no sound came out.

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"Chasing you made me hungry," Julian continued, as if explaining his profound revelation.

Aziel's mouth moved soundlessly in response, her brain struggling to catch up.

She had been bracing for interrogation or demands...not this.

Julian watched her silently for a moment, then gestured towards the empty chairs at a nearby table.

And just like that, they sat down together for a meal.

The plates arrived swiftly; steaming chicken risotto for Julian, its aroma rich and enticing, and a crisp Caesar salad for Aziel, the fresh greens glistening under the dim light.

They ate quietly, the clinking of utensils and muffled chatter from the tavern beyond the door filling the silence between them.

Julian savored each bite with evident satisfaction, while Aziel picked at her food more cautiously, stealing occasional glances at him as if expecting him to vanish mid-meal.

The absurdity of the situation hit her all at once: here she was, alone with perhaps the only person who knew both her secrets and whereabouts—sharing an utterly ordinary dinner after such chaos.

After their meal, Julian pushed his empty plate aside and did something Aziel didn't expect.

He bowed his head onto the table, voice low yet clear.

"Please forgive my disrespect, Your Highness… I touched you without permission and spoke informally."

Aziel's eyes widened in a mix of surprise and discomfort. She hastily looked away, with a flustered voice.

"Uh…um…It's fine…" she hesitantly replied.

Even with her face turned, she couldn't hide the pink tint on her cheeks.

Julian lifted his head, studying her reaction before finally asking what had been on his mind since he'd found her working at this very tavern.

"Why haven't you returned to the kingdom? It's already been a month."

The question hung between them like a delicate thread. Aziel took a deep breath, the weight of her answer pressing against her chest.

"It's…" Aziel hesitated, her voice trembling slightly as she continued. "It's the Aethel Academy entrance exam."

Julian's eyes narrowed slightly, a hint of curiosity playing across his features.

"The exam?"

Aziel nodded, her fingers twisting together anxiously. "I'm entering next month. It's the best academy across all seven continents, and if I fail to get in…"

Her words trailed off, but Julian caught the fear and pressure behind them.

"The kingdom will consider it a failure," he finished for her, understanding dawning in his eyes.

The admission pained her more than she cared to admit. She bit her lip, nodding silently, unable to look at him. The very idea of disappointing not just her family but an entire nation was terrifying, a burden made heavier by the knowledge that so much was expected of her because of who she was.

Julian leaned back slightly, his gaze never wavering from her face. "You're worried about failing," he observed with characteristic bluntness.

Aziel flinched at the directness of his words.