Transmigrating as an Extra, But the Heroine Has Regressed?!
Chapter 62: Let Go Of His hand!

Chapter 62: Let Go Of His hand!

Back at the Scene – Kael and the Aftermath

By the time Group One, Group Three, and the medical team arrived at the site of the explosion, Professor Yulia and the remaining students of Group Two had already begun clearing the area.

The air was thick with heat and the sharp, bitter smell of burned spell. The once-solid dungeon floor was now cracked and blackened.

Pieces of rock were scattered everywhere, and smoke drifted slowly through the tunnel like fog. Bits of glowing ash still hung in the air, falling like silent snow.

Even though the battle had ended, the air felt heavy—like the walls themselves had witnessed something.

In the center of it all, Kael lay still.

His body was sprawled on the ground, his clothes torn, stained with dirt and blood. Cuts lined his arms.

A line of blood came from the side of his mouth. He was breathing lightly and unevenly.

And he was barely alive.

Cecelia was kneeling right beside him, her hands were trembling as she touched his forehead.

"Kael... please hold on," she whispered, her voice tight with fear. Her heart felt like it might stop with every faint breath he took.

Professor Yulia stood nearby, composed but tense. She gave precise instructions to the healers who had just arrived.

"Stabilize his vitals. Keep him conscious if possible. Don’t move him too quickly—he might have internal injuries," she said firmly.

The medics responded immediately, opening their glowing medical kits and spreading runes across the stretcher. One softly chanted a healing spell while another carefully examined Kael’s body, checking his pulse and breathing.

Not far from them, three assassins were tied tightly with enchanted ropes. Their bodies were bruised and their faces pale. They groaned quietly, the pain clearly written on their expressions—but none dared speak.

Their eyes darted around, catching glimpses of Kael and the gathering students.

By now, students from Group One and Group Three were flooding into the area. Gasps and murmurs filled the dungeon corridor.

"What in the world happened here?" a boy from Group One whispered, stepping back in shock.

"Look at the walls... this explosion would have made me into dust"

Then someone pointed toward Kael and the captured assassins.

"Wait... weren’t there four assassins reported?"

"Yes... three were caught earlier. That means Kael faced the last one. Alone."

There was a pause.

"Is that even possible?" another student asked, disbelief in their voice.

"I... I heard the explosion from the other tunnel," the third group, arriving late. "It was a self-destruction spell. That assassin blew himself up."

"And Kael survived that?"

The crowd was frozen, speechless for a moment.

Elysia stood at the back, arms crossed, her sharp eyes locked on Kael’s unmoving form.

She didn’t speak, but her thoughts raced silently.

(I knew it... I knew he was hiding something.)

(He’s been pretending to be weak. Always acting quiet. Always staying in the background.)

(But no ordinary first-year could survive a self-destruction spell. Not unless they had serious combat instincts or some hidden power.)

Her gaze narrowed.

(What are you really planning, Kael?)

She saw Cecelia kneeling beside Kael, something inside her twisted.

A sharp wave of anger and fear washed over her.

(Why, Cecelia? Why are you standing so close to him?)

(Don’t you understand? He’s not weak... He’s not harmless like he pretends to be.)

(He’s dangerous. Powerful. And hiding something big.)

Elysia clenched her fists at her sides, but said nothing. The words burned on the tip of her tongue, but she swallowed them.

(Even if I told you the truth right now... you wouldn’t believe me.)

(You’d defend him. You’d say I’m overthinking. That he’s just quiet... just misunderstood.)

So she stayed silent.

She looked away for a moment, biting her lower lip, trying to calm the anger storming inside her.

She wanted to tell Cecelia—warn her—to step away from Kael... to be careful. But she couldn’t.

But not in front of everyone.

There were too many people around. Too many eyes watching.

So Elysia said nothing. She kept her thoughts locked deep inside and stood quietly at the edge of the crowd, watching... waiting.

(One day, you’ll see the truth, Cecelia...)

(And when you do, I just hope it won’t be too late.)

Professor Slyvia, "as his class monitor, I failed the second time".

"He’s badly hurt," one of the healers said, placing a mana seal over Kael’s chest. "He is breathing barely but we are not sure whether he will live or die."

"But we will try our best".

Cecelia stood up with them, refusing to let go of Kael’s hand. She walked alongside the floating stretcher, her eyes never leaving his pale, bruised face.

"I’m going with him," she said firmly to the healers.

"No problem," one of them replied kindly. "Just don’t get in the way. He’ll need immediate care the moment we reach the infirmary."

Cecelia walked closely beside him. And her hand gently held onto Kael’s—refusing to let go, her steps matching the healers.

But before she could take another step forward—

Elysia suddenly stepped in.

"Cecelia," she said sharply.

Cecelia barely turned her head, her voice soft. "I’m going with him."

Without saying a word, Elysia reached out and grabbed her wrist, firmly. Then, in a swift motion, she pulled Cecelia a few steps back, away from the stretcher.

"H-Hey—! What are you doing? Let go!" Cecelia said.

Elysia looked around quickly.

"He needs emergency care," she said. "If you stay close, it could interfere. You’ll only be in the way right now."

Elysia shook her head, her voice low but steady. "You are also a healer but they need space to work. His condition is critical—you standing there won’t help him breathe easier."

"But—"

Elysia’s grip loosened, and her tone softened just slightly.

"I know you care about him... but right now, the best thing you can do is let them do their job."

Cecelia hesitated.

She looked at Kael’s body again as it floated away slowly with the healers, glowing runes still pulsing under him.

Her heart ached, but Elysia’s words were painful and made sense.

Finally, she let out a shaky breath and nodded. "...Okay."

Elysia let go of her hand.

For a moment, Cecelia just stood there, watching the healers turn the corner with Kael. The sight of him disappearing from view made her chest tighten.

Then she whispered, mostly to herself, "Please... don’t die."

As Cecelia turned her face away, wiping her eyes quickly, Elysia silently watched her.

But behind her cool expression, her thoughts were spinning.

(Kael... you’re not normal. And sooner or later, everyone will see that.)