The Extra's Reincarnation

I stared at Francine in disbelief, the words "participate" ringing in my ears like a warning bell.

"You want me to what?"

I managed, aware that everyone in the room was now watching our exchange with varying degrees of interest.

Francine clasped her hands behind her back, her posture perfect as always.

"I'm assembling a team for the Capture the Flag competition against the second years, and I want you to be part of it."

The other students exchanged glances, clearly as surprised by this development as I was. Kaelen's expression shifted from casual disinterest to mild curiosity as he studied me more intently.

"But why?" I asked, genuinely perplexed. "You haven't even seen me fight. You have no idea what my abilities are."

"That's precisely what interests me," Francine replied smoothly. "Your... unexpected solution to the Zagata Theorem demonstrates an analytical mind. Combat isn't merely about power. Strategy often determines the victor."

She stepped closer, her voice lowering slightly.

"What role would you prefer? Offense? Defense? Support? I need to know your strengths to position you effectively."

I glanced around at the other team members.

Most were watching with expressions ranging from skepticism to outright hostility. Only Kaelen and Elenore seemed neutral, observing rather than judging.

"Why me of all people?" I pressed, still not understanding her motivation.

"There are dozens of first-years with proven combat abilities. I'm... I'm just the new guy who got lucky with an equation."

"The second-year team consists of students who have already proven themselves. Marcel Dorn alone has defeated three professors in formal duels."

She gestured to our assembled group.

"We need every advantage we can get, and unpredictability is a powerful asset." Francine's smile tightened almost imperceptibly.

"Besides, if there's anyone who should be able to demonstrate the capabilities of a special admissions student, it would be you. The faculty clearly saw something exceptional when they admitted you without examination."

I shifted uncomfortably, all too aware of the weight of expectations her words carried.

"But you just said it yourself—you haven't seen me fight. What makes you think I'd be effective against second-years who've had a full year of combat training?"

I glanced at the others.

"And I might not work well with the team. Group dynamics are crucial in something like this."

To my surprise, Francine nodded.

"A fair assessment. You're right on both counts."

Her easy agreement caught me off guard. I'd expected her to argue or try to convince me further.

"Yet," she continued, her voice taking on a subtle edge that sent a chill down my spine, "I suspect there's more to what you can do than you're letting on."

I wouldn't have thought I landed straight into the princesses hand but it seems I've been caught.

But of course this shows up.

FWANG!

[MAIN QUEST ALERT: CAPTURE THE FLAG TOURNAMENT]

[Description: Participate in the annual Capture the Flag competition between first-year and second-year students at Aethel Academy.]

[Objective: Secure victory for the first-year team]

[Reward: 500 SP for participation and victory]

[Consolation: 250 SP for participation and defeat]

[Bonus Objective: Personally defeat Marcel Dorn] [Bonus Reward: 1000 SP]

The system had remained relatively quiet since my arrival at the academy, and now it chose this exact moment to present me with a quest.

It couldn't be coincidence.

My gaze shifted back to Francine, who was watching me with that calculating look I'd come to recognize—the expression of someone who believed they were several moves ahead in a game only they understood.

And suddenly, I saw through it all.

She didn't want me for my analytical abilities or as some unpredictable element. She wanted me because I was a variable—an unknown factor in her precisely calculated regression timeline. She'd lived through this tournament dozens of times before, had memorized every move, every strategy, every outcome. But I didn't exist in her previous iterations.

I was new. I was different. And she wanted to see exactly how I would affect her carefully constructed narrative.

In short, I'd become another tool in her collection—a new piece to position on her personal chessboard.

Hell no. I wasn't going to dance to her tune or satisfy her curiosity.

"And if I decline?" I asked, keeping my voice deliberately casual.

Francine's expression didn't change, but I caught the slightest narrowing of her eyes—a momentary crack in her perfect composure.

"Participating in school activities is expected of all students," she replied smoothly. "Though technically optional, refusing without good reason would reflect poorly on your academic standing."

She was bluffing. I knew the academy's rules well enough to recognize that. Participation in extracurricular activities was encouraged but not mandatory, especially not for first-years still adjusting to academy life.

"I'd be willing to risk it. After all, I've already made quite an impression with the Zagata Theorem. I doubt my academic standing is in any immediate danger."

Francine's smile tightened almost imperceptibly.

The perfect mask she wore slipped just enough for me to catch a glimpse of something behind those blue eyes.

"Perhaps I could offer you something more... substantial than mere academic standing,"

And there it was—the bait. I'd suspected she would try to entice me, but I wanted to hear exactly what she thought would motivate me. What she believed would be valuable enough to secure my cooperation.

"I'm listening," I replied, feigning interest while maintaining a neutral expression.

"If you participate, and if we win, I'll grant you any wish within my power."

I raised an eyebrow realizing how out of my standards this was.

"Any wish? That's quite the offer from someone who barely knows me."

"I have considerable resources at my disposal," she continued smoothly.

"Access to restricted sections of the library, connections to noble families across all seven continents, unique magical artifacts from my family's collection..." She paused, studying my reaction.

"Or perhaps something else interests you? Information, perhaps?"

And there it was. She was fishing—trying to discover what I valued, what I desired. Each suggestion was a test, a probe into my character and motivations.

I pretended to consider her offer, though I'd already made my decision. Playing along would give me insight into her plans while keeping me close enough to monitor her actions.

"Fine," I said, injecting a note of reluctance into my voice. "I'll participate."

The satisfaction that flashed across her face was almost too quick to catch, but I'd been watching for it. She thought she'd won, that she'd successfully manipulated me into position.

Let her think that. It was better than having her see me as a threat.

"Excellent," she said, turning to address the entire group. "Our team is now complete."

As the other students gathered around to discuss strategy, I hung back, observing rather than participating.

Francine's offer revealed everything I needed to know. She wasn't merely curious about me; she was actively trying to assess my capabilities, to understand what made me different from the other players in her grand game. The tournament was just a convenient stage for her observation.

In the original novel, Francine was portrayed as brilliant but ruthless—a manipulative liar who would pursue her goals at any cost. She justified every action, every betrayal, with the knowledge that if things went wrong, she could simply move on to the next iteration. Death held no finality for her; failure was merely a temporary setback.

Although Francine started as an anti-heroine, she eventually found redemption through her complex relationship with Kaelen.

His strong moral compass and capacity for forgiveness gradually transformed her from a ruthless manipulator into someone capable of genuine connection. Watching this jaded, cynical woman slowly remember how to live for more than just her mission made it one of the more compelling character arcs in the novel.

Of course this wasn't my role to play in.

I wasn't Kaelen, the destined hero whose innate goodness could pierce through centuries of accumulated cynicism.

I was simply a boy who belonged to the Godford clan also known as the clan of demons had I known earlier that I'd be born as one I would've chosen a different life instead.

Yet here I stood, being recruited for a competition that, according to the original timeline, the first-years were destined to lose spectacularly.

Francine was well aware of this fact, having lived through it dozens of times.

However, changes were in store, as Kaelen was more than capable of defeating these second years. He would have caught her attention regardless, not only because he was competing against one of the main villains of the first-year arc, Rivaleno Pyre, but also because he would eventually face off against the Prodigal Genius, Franz Evera.

That was to the best of my memory, of course.

I had read the first volume of this novel quite a few times and already knew how strong Kaelen was on his own.

If I were to rank him among the top three strongest characters in the academy saga, I'd say he's a close second to Francine, since that number one spot of Franz remained untouched until he tapped into his true form.