I Was Transmigrated As An Extraordinary Extra
Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Remillia sat across from Professor Orion at the cozy table in Stellar Bucks Cafe, her eyes scanning the pages of the autopsy report and investigation documents. Her expression grew increasingly grim as she read through the details of the brutal murders, corruption, and illegal activities committed by Arkus.

She couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust and outrage as she read about the cruel and senseless slaughter of innocent people. Arkus’ motivations were clear: he was a power-hungry individual who would stop at nothing to maintain his position, even if it meant killing those who threatened him.

As she read, Remillia’s mind raced with thoughts of justice and revenge. She wanted Arkus to pay for his heinous crimes, to be brought to justice and held accountable for his actions.

Professor Orion only watched her in silence then proceeded to question her.

"What’s your next step?"

"Thanks to the autopsies and an investigation reports, I have enough evidence to pursue the case."

"No worries. Just... Don’t forget our deal."

"Alright."

"Wait, what should I do about the bodies?"

"I’ll contact their family members to claim the dead bodies."

Professor Orion just nodded at me.

"Let me know if you need more help. I’ve got to go now."

"Thank you once again Professor."

Professor Orion waved his hand as he left the cafe.

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She pulled out her phone and dialed the first number on her list. As she waited for someone to answer, her heart heavy with empathy, she took a moment to collect her thoughts.

The first family member she reached out to was Maria, the sister of one of the victims, Rachel. Remillia’s voice was gentle as she broke the news to Maria.

"Maria, I’m so sorry to have to tell you this, but... Rachel is no longer with us. You can claim her body at Orion’s Company," Remillia said, her voice trembling slightly.

There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Remillia could sense Maria’s shock and grief.

"N-no... what do you mean? Where is she?" Maria asked, her voice shaking.

Remillia took a deep breath and delivered the truth. "I’m so sorry, Maria. Rachel was killed because she threatened to reveal the ledgers-"

"Stop. I don’t want to hear it anymore."

The line went silent again, and Remillia could hear Maria’s sobs on the other end of the line. She felt a lump form in her throat as she listened to Maria’s tears.

After a few minutes of silence, Maria spoke up again, her voice barely above a whisper. "I always say to her that be careful out there since she doesn’t tolerate injustice. She’s too nice therefore I only have one request; please put the killer in jail."

Remillia’s eyes pricked with tears as she tried to find the right words.

"I promise you that I will bring justice to those responsible."

Remillia repeated this process with each of the family members she contacted, delivering the devastating news and offering what little comfort she could. It was a painful and emotionally draining task, but Remillia knew it was necessary.

As she finished her last call, Remillia felt like she had been punched in the gut. The weight of their grief and pain was crushing. She calmed herself before going to the other room. She

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Remillia knocked before Sir Nolan opened it, I walked inside still feeling the weight of the emotional conversations she had just had with the family members of the victims.

She sat down at the sofa and glanced at them.

"So, what did you two talk about while I was gone?"

Remillia asked while calling room service.

Adriel suddenly laughed and pointed at Nolan.

"We were talking about the past where we used to fight monsters all the time and when I asked him what he would do once this case is done. He would try beekeeping hahaha!"

Remillia raised an eyebrow. She couldn’t believe that a former hero slash mercenary would be a beekeeper instead.

"Beekeeping? Really? What made you think of that?"

Sir Nolan shrugged. "I don’t know, just thought it would be a fun challenge. Plus, I’ve always loved honey."

Remillia laughed. "You’d make a terrible beekeeper, Nolan. You’d probably get stung every five minutes."

Sir Nolan chuckled. "Hey, that’s not fair! I’m a responsible person, I would totally wear the right protective gear."

Sir Adriel snorted. "Yeah, right. Until you got distracted by all the bees buzzing around and forgot to put on your suit."

The two seemed to consider Remillia as their friend, she’s young but it felt like they were talking to her as if she were the same age as them. They laughed and joked around, sharing stories and reminiscing about old times. Remillia felt her tension ease away, replaced by a sense of ease and warmth.

As they were waiting for room service, they continued chatting. Remillia found herself wondering what Sir Nolan would actually do next.

’Would he really take up beekeeping? Would he be any good at it?’

"But seriously, Sir Nolan, why beekeeping? Why can’t you go back to your old job or earn money like hunting monsters? I can recommend you at our company," she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

Sir Nolan leaned in, a soft smile spreading across his face. "Well... I’m too old for that already. Besides, I don’t have a family and I would love to live in a countryside. Away from all the troubles."

Sir Adriel’s eyes widened in surprise. "REALLY? You can’t be serious!"

Remillia laughed.

"Oh boy, this is going to be good."

Sir Nolan nodded calmly. "I’m dead serious. I’ve always been thinking of that."

Sir Adriel shook his head. "But still... You were named ’The Butcher’ back in our days. You love slaying monsters all day and night. You would only stop if Sir Kaelith would glare at you hahaha."

Remillia chuckled.

"I’m curious, how was Sir Kaelith as your leader?"

Sir Nolan shrugged.

"Well, he’s more of a friend than a leader, also he loves to nag me a lot."

As the topic went on to Sir Kaelith, the two seemed to become unstoppable as they continued to banter back and forth. Remillia enjoyed their escapades stories as they ate their meal.

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The sun had barely risen over the city when the sound of sirens pierced the air. The sender sent the Supreme Court of Heroes an email and attached all the files of illegal activities, corruption and even brutal murders. What shocked them the most was he was the one who killed Kaelith Bloodfane. They wanted to arrest him these past years but because of lack of evidence, they can only sit still and bury his case. The Supreme Court of Heroes had finally gathered enough evidence thanks to an anonymous sender and issued an arrest warrant for Arkus Maguire, and a team of agents had been dispatched to his mansion to take him into custody.

As the agents stormed the property, they were met with resistance from Arkus’s personal security team. The sound of gunfire and mana echoed through the halls, but the agents were well-trained and quickly overpowered the security guards.

Arkus, still dressed in his luxurious robes, emerged from his office, his face twisted with rage and panic. He stood tall, his eyes blazing with indignation as he faced the agents.

"Don’t you know who I am?" he sneered, his voice dripping with entitlement. "I’m Arkus Maguire, a respected Hero and CEO! You can’t just come in here and arrest me like some lowly criminal!"

The lead agent, a woman named Agent Thompson, stepped forward, her gun drawn pointing towards him.

"Arkus Maguire, you’re under arrest for multiple counts of murder, kidnapping, corruption, and fraud," she said firmly. "You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law."

Arkus laughed, his eyes flashing with contempt. "You’re making a big mistake," he sneered. "I’ll have your badges revoked, your careers ruined. You’ll regret the day you ever crossed me!"

As the agents led him away in handcuffs, Arkus continued to rant and rave, his ego wounded and his anger boiling over. But deep down, he knew who set him up.

’That b!tch caught him off guard. If only he knew that today will be her next move, he could have countered it immediately!’

The agents took him out of the mansion and loaded him into a waiting van, where he continued to shout and struggle against his restraints. As they drove away from the scene, Remillia watched from a distance, a sly smile appeared on her face.

"I’m not yet done with you."

Remillia fished out her phone on her pocket as her fingers quickly flew across her phone’s keyboard as she typed out the message and sent it to multiple numbers.

The message was sent, and Remillia waited anxiously. It’s up to them if they want trending scopes or not. She hailed a taxi and instructed it to go to the court house. By the time she got there, her text seemed to began to spread like wildfire. The Monfort Court House of Heroes was swarming with reporters and camera crews from different stations, all clamoring to get a glimpse of Arkus Maguire.