The Extra's Rise - Chapter 412

Chapter 412: Prelude to Exchange Program (2)
I changed quickly, packing my swimming trunks along with a few other essentials in a compact spatial storage band on my wrist. The technology had become commonplace among Mythos students—a practical necessity given how frequently we needed to transport equipment for training and missions.

When I arrived at the gate, I immediately spotted Seraphina waiting at the designated terminal.

She wore a simple white sundress that contrasted starkly with her silver hair, which hung freely today rather than in its usual precise braid. A wide-brimmed hat shaded her face, though it couldn’t completely hide her distinctive ice-blue eyes. The casual attire was a striking departure from her typical training clothes or formal Mount Hua Sect garments.

“You’re on time,” she noted as I approached, a subtle note of approval in her voice.

“Wouldn’t want to keep you waiting,” I replied, genuinely curious about what she had planned. “So, where exactly are we going?”

“A villa my family owns,” she said, adjusting her hat slightly. “It’s in the Southern Archipelago. Private island.”

I raised an eyebrow. “The Southern Archipelago? That’s quite a distance. We’re going through the warp gate directly?”

Direct warp travel was prohibitively expensive for most students for anything beyond the coast of the Northern or Western continents, thus most used planes beyond the coast.

Seraphina shrugged, completely unbothered. “I’m rich.”

The blunt statement, delivered without a hint of boasting or self-consciousness, was so typically Seraphina that I couldn’t help but smile. Her family’s wealth as the rulers of the Mount Hua Sect was well-known, but she rarely flaunted it—she simply used it when convenient, without fanfare or apology.

“Must be nice,” I commented.

“It is,” she agreed matter-of-factly, handing her authorization to the warp gate attendant.

The terminal lit up with a complex array of verification protocols—identity confirmation, destination security clearance, and payment processing. The attendant’s eyes widened slightly at whatever figure appeared on his screen, but he maintained his professional composure.

“Southern Archipelago, Hua Private Reserve, Gate 7,” he confirmed. “Please proceed to the preparation chamber. Departure in three minutes.”

As we moved toward the designated area, I found myself studying Seraphina. This was the first time we’d been alone together since my return, and I was curious about how she’d changed during my absence.

“Did you spend much time at this villa while I was gone?” I asked.

“No,” she replied simply. “I was busy.”

“With what?” I prompted, knowing her well enough to understand that she rarely volunteered information without direct questions.

“Looking for you,” she said, her tone unchanged despite the weight of her words. “And training.”

The world dissolved around us, my consciousness stretching and compressing simultaneously as we were catapulted through the fabric of space.

Then, with a subtle shift in pressure, reality reassembled itself around us. The sterile preparation chamber was gone, replaced by an open-air arrival platform surrounded by lush tropical vegetation. The air was noticeably warmer and more humid, filled with the scent of exotic flowers and the distant sound of waves.

“Welcome to the Southern Archipelago,” a pleasant automated voice announced. “Local temperature is 29 degrees Celsius. Please enjoy your stay.”

Seraphina removed her hat, allowing the gentle ocean breeze to stir her silver hair. For just a moment, her typically composed expression softened as she took in the familiar surroundings.

“Come on,” she said, replacing her mask of neutrality. “The villa is this way.”

As we stepped off the arrival platform, I caught my first glimpse of our destination—a stunning modern structure built into the side of a small hill, offering panoramic views of the turquoise ocean beyond. The architecture seamlessly blended with the natural environment, all clean lines and open spaces that captured the island’s beauty.

“This is your family’s villa?” I asked, impressed despite myself.

Chapter: Private Paradise

“Yes, privacy,” Seraphina said, her gaze sweeping over the secluded beachfront. “Much better than Maven City.”

I couldn’t help but agree. Maven City, where I’d taken Rachel for our date last year, had been beautiful but crowded—constantly surrounded by people and the buzzing energy of urban life. This was different. Completely different.

The Southern Archipelago stretched between the Western and Southern continents, a collection of meticulously engineered islands that combined cutting-edge technology with natural beauty. It reminded me of the Maldives from my previous world—pristine waters in impossible shades of blue, soft white sand, and that sense of being utterly removed from everyday reality.

We followed a winding stone path through lush tropical gardens toward the villa. The architecture was impressive—glass and polished stone that seemed to emerge organically from the landscape, offering panoramic views of the ocean while maintaining complete privacy.

“Do you have staff here?” I asked as we approached the entrance.

Seraphina nodded. “I dismissed them for today,” she said, activating the biometric lock with a casual touch. “They prepared food and left it covered and temperature controlled.” She glanced at me. “Are you hungry?”

“I am,” I admitted.

“Let’s eat then.”

The interior was just as impressive as the exterior—open and airy with minimalist furnishings in cool tones that complemented the ocean views visible through floor-to-ceiling windows. The dining area opened onto a covered terrace where a table had been set for two, overlooking a private stretch of beach and the endless blue beyond.

Seraphina moved to a concealed panel on the wall, tapping a sequence that caused a section of the counter to slide open, revealing dishes kept in perfect stasis. The aromas that emerged were enticing—seafood, tropical fruits, and spices I couldn’t immediately identify.

“This smells incredible,” I said, helping her transfer the dishes to the terrace table.

“The staff knows what I like,” she replied, arranging the plates with precise movements. “I told them to prepare local specialties.”

We settled at the table, the ocean breeze carrying the salt-tinged air around us. The meal was exceptional—butter-poached lobster, seared fish with tropical fruit salsa, and sides I’d never encountered before.

“I was worried about you when you were missing,” Seraphina said.

“You shouldn’t be,” I assured her. “I’m fine. Better than fine, actually.”

“I can see that.” Her gaze traveled over me briefly, clinical yet somehow not entirely dispassionate. “Your physical capabilities have improved significantly. Your mana control is more refined.”

“You’ve been analyzing me,” I observed, amused.

“Of course,” she replied without a hint of embarrassment. “Understanding your development is essential for maintaining effective combat synchronization.”

“Is that the only reason?” I asked, leaning forward slightly, a teasing smile playing at my lips.

A faint dusting of pink appeared on her cheeks—so subtle I might have missed it if I hadn’t been looking carefully. “There may be other considerations.”

“Such as?” I pressed, enjoying the rare opportunity to see Seraphina slightly off-balance.

She met my gaze directly, the blush intensifying just slightly. “You know what they are.”

“I’d like to hear you say it,” I countered, reaching across the table to brush my fingers against hers.

Seraphina didn’t pull away, though her eyes widened fractionally at the contact. “I…” she began, then paused, seemingly recalibrating. “Your absence was… inconvenient.”

“Inconvenient?” I echoed, unable to suppress a smile at her characteristic understatement.

“Yes,” she said firmly, though the pink in her cheeks deepened. “I had grown accustomed to your presence. Adjusting to your absence required unnecessary emotional energy.”

“I missed you too,” I translated, turning her hand over and tracing patterns on her palm.

Seraphina’s breath caught slightly, her usual composure wavering. “Your interpretative skills are adequate,” she managed, though her voice had lost some of its typical steadiness.

“Just adequate?” I teased, continuing the gentle patterns on her skin.

Her eyes narrowed, though not in displeasure. “You’re deliberately attempting to fluster me.”

“Is it working?”

Instead of answering, she stood, her movement fluid and graceful as always. For a moment I thought I’d pushed too far, but then she stepped around the table, stopping directly beside my chair.

“You talk too much,” she said, and before I could respond, she leaned down and pressed her lips to mine.

The kiss was unexpected—direct and unhesitating, just like everything else about Seraphina. Her lips were cool against mine, tasting faintly of the tropical fruit we’d been eating. I responded immediately, one hand rising to cup her cheek.

When she pulled back, her cheeks were definitively flushed, ice-blue eyes slightly widened as if surprised by her own boldness.

“That was…” I began.

“Effective at silencing you,” she finished, though the attempted dryness of her tone was undermined by her quickened breathing.

I laughed, standing to face her properly. “Very effective,” I agreed, sliding an arm around her waist and drawing her closer. “Maybe you should try again, just to be sure.”

This time I initiated the kiss, slower and more deliberate. Seraphina responded with unexpected intensity, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed herself against me. The cool touch of her skin contrasted with the warmth building between us, creating a fascinating interplay of sensations.

When we finally separated, both slightly breathless, Seraphina’s composure had thoroughly cracked. Her silver hair was slightly disheveled, lips pinker than usual, eyes bright with an emotion she rarely displayed so openly.

“Swimming,” she said abruptly, taking a small step back. “We should swim.”

I smiled at her obvious attempt to regain equilibrium. “Now?”

“Yes.” She nodded decisively. “The temperature is optimal. The currents are favorable.” Her clinical assessment was betrayed by the lingering flush on her cheeks.

“Whatever you say,” I agreed, enjoying this rarely-seen version of Seraphina—the one whose emotions occasionally broke through her carefully maintained facade.

She turned toward the beach, then paused, glancing back at me with an expression that mingled determination and something softer, more vulnerable.

“Coming?” she asked.

The double meaning wasn’t lost on me. This wasn’t just about swimming—it was about continuing whatever had just started between us, away from the Academy, away from the others, in this private paradise she had chosen specifically for us.

“Right behind you,” I promised, following her toward the shimmering blue waters and whatever awaited us there.