Help! I'm just an extra yet the Heroines and Villainesses want me! Chapter 139: What We Know

The advanced training hall was empty at five in the morning, which was exactly why William used it.

Most students slept until seven on Mondays.

The few who trained before breakfast preferred the smaller auxiliary halls closer to the dormitories.

This hall, the large one, the one with ceiling high enough to practice aerial essence techniques, sat unused in the early hours, and William had stopped thinking of that as coincidence and started thinking of it as resource.

He ran forms until six. Not the academy standard sequences, which he had morized months ago and which no longer challenged him in the ways that mattered, but the techniques from his mother’s journal.

The ones designed for killing. He worked them slowly first, feeling where each motion connected to the next, finding the economy of it. His mother’s style was efficient in the way that old things were efficient—no elegance wasted on display, everything pointed at outco.

His ancestral sword responded to the fire essence more naturally every day. At this point it felt less like a weapon he was wielding and more like an extension of what he was already doing. He didn’t know if that was training or sothing about the sword specifically. He hadn’t asked.

At half past six, the door opened.

Kai walked in carrying two cups of sothing hot, which was unusual enough that William stopped mid-form.

"You made tea," William said.

"The kitchen staff leaves early morning provisions accessible for students who train before breakfast. There’s a station near the east entrance." Kai set one cup on the bench near the wall. "I also made tea on seventeen previous occasions that you weren’t present for, so this isn’t as remarkable as your expression suggests."

"My expression is neutral."

"Your expression is almost neutral. There’s a difference."

William finished the form he’d interrupted and ca to collect the cup. It was green tea, which he didn’t prefer but accepted. Kai sat on the bench and looked at the training hall with the particular quality of attention he had—not watching any specific thing, just aware of everything.

"You said Sunday for the debrief," William said.

"And then you trained until midnight on Sunday and I was asleep, so it beca Monday." Kai turned his cup in both hands. "This is fine. We have ti."

"Five days."

"Five days is ti."

William sat on the other end of the bench, and for a mont they just drank tea in the empty hall while the academy outside began its slow process of waking. Distant sounds. A door sowhere. Birds.

"You go first," Kai said. "The full version."

William told him the full version. He kept it chronological and factual because that was the format that transferred information most cleanly—the gathering, Lord Thorne, Seraphine being taken, the rcenaries, the rescue. His mother’s training and what she had given him. The broker Darius, the unidentified visitors with military posture, the list of organizations. The Hollow Court appearing at the top of that list. His father’s notable absence.

Kai listened without interrupting. This was sothing William had co to recognize about him—the quality of his attention wasn’t passive, it was active in a way that didn’t require noise. He was processing.

When William finished, Kai was quiet for a mont.

"Your father," he said.

"Potentially."

"Not dismissively potential. aningfully potential. Your mother didn’t tell you that without cause." Kai set down his cup. "Soone commissioned the kidnapping of your younger sister through a broker your mother’s intelligence network was already watching. The goal was leverage—withdraw from the competition or she suffers. That’s not random noble house rivalry. That’s targeted behavioral modification from soone who understands your specific psychology."

"aning they know I’d react to family threat more than personal threat."

"aning they know you well enough to calculate that, yes." Kai looked at him directly. "Who outside your imdiate household knew about your relationship with your sister? The fact that you’d moved past distant formality into sothing that could be used as leverage?"

William considered the question seriously, because it deserved to be considered seriously.

The list was not long. It only included his mother. A handful of estate staff whose discretion she vouched for. Lord Thorne, who had witnessed the sparring match but not anything personal. And his father, who was paying the kind of attention that fathers who viewed sons as assets tended to pay.

"My father," he said.

"Your father," Kai confird, without satisfaction. "That’s not proof. But it narrows the field considerably."

William stared at his tea. "If he’s involved, what’s the objective? He wants out of the competition?"

"Or he wants you in the competition under specific conditions. Leverage works both ways—it can be used to remove you, or to ensure you behave a particular way once you’re there." Kai leaned back against the wall. "Competition success brings political attention. Your mother said as much. If you win, certain parties beco visible. Maybe your father is one of those parties, and he wants to control the circumstances under which that visibility happens."

"By engineering a situation where I owe him sothing."

"Or where you’re operating without full information and can be maneuvered. Yes."

It was a cold thing to say about a father. It was also not wrong, which was worse.

"Your turn," William said as Kai nodded then told him about the dungeon.

He told it the sa way William had—factual, clean, chronological. Derek’s escalating behavior serving as deliberate misdirection. The ambush, then henrik going down. The first wave of assassins and what it had cost to deal with them. Lin’s water serpent. The poison crystal and Kai’s decision to stop holding back.

William listened to that part carefully. Across seventeen loops, accumulated cultivation strength that no second-year should possess. Prismatic light. Six elents in the borrowed sword. Seraphina channeling her fire into him and the combination becoming sothing neither of them could have done alone.

He had known, abstractly, that his roommate was not what he appeared. The conversations. The quality of his thinking. The way he occasionally referenced things he shouldn’t know with complete casualness and no explanation. But hearing the actual scope of it was different from knowing abstractly.

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