Help! I'm just an extra yet the Heroines and Villainesses want me! Chapter 140: What we know (II)

"You’ve done this before," William said. "The combat. The tactics. Not trained for it—actually done it."

"In previous loops, yes."

"How many tis have you died?"

"Zero." Kai’s voice was precisely flat. "I have watched other people die many tis. I have reached the reset point at the end of the loop seventeen tis in total. But I have not personally died." He paused. "The distinction matters to ."

William accepted that without pushing. There were things a person held carefully, and that appeared to be one of them.

"The Hollow Court," he said instead.

"Yes. That’s the connection point." Kai turned to face him more directly. "Your mother independently identified them as the most sophisticated organization on her threat list. They appeared at the dungeon after the first assassination team failed. They had a contract—but crucially, they had not confird their primary target."

"aning they weren’t there for you specifically."

"Or you specifically. Or Henrik. Soone in the group was the actual target, and they hadn’t identified who." Kai’s expression was careful. "Think about who was on that expedition. Twelve students, one instructor. On the surface it looks like a field exercise. But look at the roster—Seraphina Ashenheart. Mira Ashford. Several other students from notable families. And ."

"You think the Hollow Court contract is about one of them."

"I think Derek’s contract was a convenience—soone used it as cover to insert a professional team. Derek wanted chaos and dead students. The Hollow Court wanted one specific person. The two objectives overlapped enough to share operational space." Kai stood and moved toward the center of the training floor, the way he sotis did when thinking required movent. "The contract predates the expedition. It was placed before the Hollow Court could confirm their target would be present. They showed up to verify."

"And then you talked them out of completing it."

"I made the cost-benefit calculation unattractive. They’ll recalculate." Kai looked back at him. "The competition is the next opportunity. Hundreds of students, spread across multiple venues, security attention divided, external academy presence providing cover for additional operatives. If I were managing a Hollow Court contract, that’s where I’d schedule completion."

William thought about his mother’s words. *They don’t fail contracts twice.*

"The primary target might not even know they’re being hunted," he said.

"Probably not. The Hollow Court doesn’t advertise."

"So we have an unidentified person sowhere in this academy who has a professional contract on their life, an approaching event that creates ideal conditions for completion, an organization that failed once and needs to succeed, and a separate conspiracy involving my family that may or may not be connected to the sa source."

"That’s a reasonable summary, yes."

William stood as well. "What do we do with it?"

"We can’t go to the administration without revealing more about ourselves than is currently wise. I would have to explain how I know what Hollow Court operational signals look like. You would have to explain your family’s intelligence sources." Kai considered. "But Seraphina knows sothing is wrong with . She watched do things I shouldn’t be able to do. She’s not going to stop asking."

"And she’s the person most likely to be targeted given her family na and combat reputation."

"Or Mira. Or you, for completely separate reasons." Kai exhaled slowly. "I think we tell Seraphina enough. Not everything. But enough that she’s operating with accurate threat awareness instead of inford suspicion."

"She’ll want more."

"She’ll accept what we give her if we fra it correctly. She’s practical." Kai picked up his empty tea cup. "The other thing I keep returning to is the tiline. The Hollow Court took the contract before the expedition. Before the competition. Before most of this had developed. Soone planned this months in advance."

"My mother’s investigation points the sa direction. Long tiline, sophisticated operational security, multiple simultaneous threat vectors."

"Soone patient and resourced." Kai set the cup back down. "Not a reactive threat. Not soone responding to recent events. Soone who identified a target and built a plan around a specific tifra."

"The competition."

"The competition. Everything has been orienting toward it. Derek’s betrayal, designed to occur during a sanctioned expedition—controllable chaos. Your sister’s kidnapping, tid to create leverage before your return."

"The Hollow Court contract, held until the optimal execution window." Kai looked at him steadily. "We’re not dealing with separate threats that happen to overlap. We’re dealing with one coordinated actor who has been running multiple lines simultaneously and is about to converge them."

The training hall was quiet. Outside, the academy was fully awake now—sounds of students in the corridors, distant voices, the ordinary percussion of morning routine.

William thought about the sealed letter in his bag. His mother’s contingency, to be opened only if sothing happened to her.

"If it all connects," he said, "then whoever is behind this knows about and knows about you. They’ve had both of us targeted simultaneously."

"Yes."

"And we don’t know who they are."

"Not yet."

"Five days."

"Five days," Kai agreed. "Which is enough ti to prepare, inform the people who need to be inford, and position ourselves well." He looked at William with sothing that wasn’t quite reassurance but was adjacent to it. "I’ve survived seventeen loops. So considerably worse than this one."

"That’s a very specific comfort."

"It’s the only kind I have."

William almost smiled. Not quite. "Training first. Then we talk to Seraphina."

"Training first," Kai agreed.

They separated to opposite ends of the hall—Kai moving into forms that were simultaneously precise and deeply strange, elents flowing through his movent like water finding level, and William returning to his mother’s techniques, working through the sequences that had no na in any academy curriculum.

The morning light ca through the high windows at a low angle, long and gold, and lay across the training floor in parallel bars that the two of them moved through and out of without acknowledging.

Outside, five days waited.

Inside, two people who carried things they hadn’t fully told anyone prepared for whatever they were.