The Extra's Reincarnation-Chapter 110 : Princess Of Elandria (2)

"I've been trying to study on my own, but there are so many things I don't know. Everyone expects me to succeed easily… but what if I can't?"

Her vulnerability was laid bare in those words. For the first time since she'd run away, someone knew the truth behind why she'd left—and it wasn't out of rebellion or selfishness but fear.

Genuine compassion softened Julian's expression as he spoke again, this time with a gentleness that contradicted his usual stoicism.

"You won't know until you try, but if you continue to run, you'll eventually find a wall that will bring you back to the same path. But that doesn't mean you can't enjoy the scenery, right?"

His honesty was amazing, but there was encouragement in it too—an unexpected kindness that gently pushed against the walls Aziel had built around herself.

Her heart skipped a beat as she absorbed his words.

He wasn't commanding her to return or dismissing her fears; instead, he offered something more precious: belief in herself.

"But what if I truly fail?"

"Then at least you'll know you tried your best,"

Julian's response came without hesitation.

"No one can fault you for that. Not even a kingdom."

The certainty in his tone made something inside Aziel begin to unravel—a tightly wound knot of doubt and insecurity loosening ever so slightly under the warmth of sincere support.

For so long, she'd faced these fears alone, convinced that no one could understand them or accept anything less than perfection from her.

Yet here was someone who saw past the royal title and expectations to acknowledge her struggle as valid—and still found worth in it.

"Even if you've heard it countless times before, allow me to remind you."

"Princess, I believe in you."

"…!"

The simplicity and honesty of his words struck Aziel so deeply that she almost burst into tears on the spot.

She looked at him, her vision blurring slightly with emotion.

"Thank you," she managed to say, her voice barely more than a whisper.

"I-I don't know what to say..."

Julian nodded, accepting her gratitude with quiet understanding.

"You probably need to return soon. Your father has been upping the reward for finding you."

Aziel tensed at this revelation, but Julian's next words caught her off guard.

"But before that. Is there a place you'd like to go?"

Aziel's eyes widened in disbelief.

Ever since she was a child, she had been sheltered from society, only allowed out with her parents on rare occasions, and never permitted beyond the borders of Elandria.

"I-I-I've always wanted to see the endless sea,"

She confessed breathlessly. The idea felt wild and unattainable even as she spoke it.

"And… the soft dirt that's yellow."

"Then let's go see it."

BAM!

The tavern door burst open, and a rough-looking group spilled inside.

The largest of them scanned the room with sharp eyes before his gaze landed on Aziel.

"That's her! That's the princess! The guy next to her probably doesn't know! We need to get her now!"

Chaos erupted as the bounty hunters swarmed around their table. Aziel flinched, her face going pale at the sight of so many converging on her.

Julian frowned, looking at the ragtag assembly encircling them. "You're getting on my nerves," he said flatly.

The lead hunter smirked, brandishing a mana-infused staff.

"Back off, half-mask! Leave before you get hurt. The reward's right in front of us."

Julian's brow furrowed even lower. His voice dropped to a dangerously calm tone.

"Stand down."

An overwhelming pressure filled the air, and immediately, the hunters gasped and fell to their knees as their faces contorted with the effort to get up and surprise at feeling such gravity.

"Princess, we need to go."

Grabbing Aziel's hand, Julian bolted for the exit, pulling her along behind him as they made their escape.

***

The western district of Elandria stood in contrast to the elegant eastern markets and the stately northern quarter.

Here, the streets were filled with energy that could be felt in the very cobblestones beneath one's feet.

Where the eastern district catered to commerce and the northern to nobility, the western district of Silverleaf City lived for performance and sport.

Towering coliseums of ancient Elven architecture rose alongside newer human-built fighting pits, creating an architectural landscape that somehow worked in its orderless beauty.

The Arena of Eurus, largest of them all, dominated the skyline with its twisting silver spires and massive open-air fighting ring where champions from across the seven continents came to test their mettle.

Smaller venues dotted the district like stars in a constellation of violence: The Crimson Pit, The Thunder Dome, The Laughing Blade—each with its own specialty and following.

It was into this cauldron of controlled chaos that Julian and Aziel now fled, her silver hair hastily tucked under a hood he'd procured from a passing vendor.

"Stay close," Julian warned as they wove through the crowd.

"The western district is dangerous even without people hunting us."

Aziel nodded, her eyes wide as she took in sights she'd only heard about in hushed whispers among palace servants.

They ducked into an alley behind the Arena of Eurus, weaving through crates and barrels as shouts came from their pursuers.

"There! They went that way!"

Julian glanced back, his eyes narrowing with determination.

"Faster," he urged, leading Aziel down a twisting path of side streets and hidden passages only someone with his experience could navigate.

The noise of the crowd swelled as they emerged onto a bustling thoroughfare. Julian pulled Aziel into the throng, her hooded figure lost among street performers and spectators clamoring for the next big match.

They moved swiftly but carefully, putting distance between themselves and the bounty hunters, who were now searching frantically in all directions.

After several tense minutes, Julian led Aziel into a shadowy compartment behind a towering statue of an elven champion.

He paused to assess their surroundings before turning to her.

"We should be safe for now," he said, watching her catch her breath.

Relief flooded Aziel's features as she realized they'd shaken off their pursuers.

Julian surveyed the skyline, calculating their next move. His eyes locked onto the distant horizon where land met water—a shimmering line of blue that seemed to call to them both.

"This way,"

Aziel followed as they made their way westward, leaving behind the chaos of Silverleaf city.

The terrain changed gradually from cobblestone streets to packed earth as they neared Elandria's outskirts.

Finally, the ground gave way to sand... a soft dirt that was yellow under the setting sun—and Aziel stopped in wonder as the endless sea stretched before them in all its vastness.

The air here was different: salty and alive with the cries of distant seabirds and the rhythmic crash of waves against shore.

"It's... beautiful,"

Aziel said, awe-struck by the scene she had only ever imagined.

Tears glistened at the corners of her eyes, not from fear or despair, but from pure joy.

Julian stood beside her, watching quietly as she took it all in.

For a princess who had fled everything she'd ever known, it was more than just a glimpse beyond Elandria's borders; it was freedom.

And even if only for now, it was hers.

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