Help! I'm just an extra yet the Heroines and Villainesses want me! Chapter 146: Henrik

The dical wing at seven in the morning had the particular quiet of a place that was busy at other hours and hadn’t yet resud.

A duty healer sat at the entrance desk reviewing overnight notes. Two students in recovery beds on the near side of the ward were asleep.

The sll was clean in the specific way that spaces maintained by essence-enhanced hygiene techniques were clean — not antiseptic exactly, just absent of everything that shouldn’t be there.

William gave his na to the duty healer. Seraphina gave hers. Kai said nothing and stood slightly behind them, which the healer apparently decided was not worth questioning, because she marked the visitor log and waved them through.

Henrik was in a private room at the end of the corridor. The door was open. He was sitting up in bed with his arm in a proper cast across his chest and a stack of papers balanced on his knee, reading with the focused attention of soone who had decided that convalescence was not an excuse for failing to stay current.

He looked up when they appeared in the doorway.

His gaze moved across all three of them once, quickly, and then settled back into the expression Seraphina had co to think of as his working face — attentive, asuring, comfortable with complexity.

"Ashenheart," he said. "Cross." A pause. "Wraith."

"Sir," William said.

"You’re here early." Henrik set his papers aside with his good arm. "Either sothing is wrong or sothing is about to be wrong. Which is it."

"Possibly both," Seraphina said.

"Co in, then. Close the door."

They ca in. Kai closed the door. The room was small enough that three standing visitors made it feel occupied in a way that was faintly claustrophobic, but no one suggested sitting. This felt like a standing conversation.

Henrik looked at Kai for a long mont.

"I’ve been thinking about you," he said, "since the clearing. About what I saw and what it ans."

"I know," Kai said.

"I have questions."

"You’ll have so answers today. Not all of them."

Henrik absorbed that with the equanimity of soone who had spent decades teaching students and understood that partial information delivered honestly was more valuable than complete information withheld. "What do you need from ?"

William spoke. "The expedition enrollnt list. The original one, before students dropped in the final week."

Henrik’s expression shifted. Not surprised — past surprise, into sothing more considered. "Why."

"We think whoever orchestrated Derek’s betrayal had a primary objective that wasn’t Derek," William said. "Derek was a tool. The assassination teams were contracted for a specific target. We don’t know who the target is, but we think they may have been on the original expedition list and not the final one."

Henrik was quiet for a mont. Outside the window, the academy grounds were bright and ordinary.

"You think the target is a student," he said.

"Yes."

"And you think they’re still in danger."

"The Hollow Court doesn’t abandon contracts," Kai said. "The competition is in four days. It’s the next viable window."

Henrik looked at him. "How do you know how the Hollow Court operates."

"I’ve studied many things," Kai said, which was the terrible lie, and everyone in the room knew it was the terrible lie, and Henrik looked at him for a long mont with the expression of soone deciding whether to push on it.

He decided not to. For now.

"The original enrollnt list," he said. "I submitted it to academy administration when the expedition was approved. A copy would be in my office files." He looked at his cast. "Which I cannot currently access without assistance."

"We can retrieve it," Seraphina said.

"My office is locked. The key is in the drawer of the bedside table here because the administration wanted to ensure they could access my files during the investigation." He nodded toward the drawer. "If you’re going to my office, you’re going officially — you tell the duty healer I authorized you to retrieve expedition-related docunts for my review. That’s true enough to hold up if anyone asks."

William opened the drawer and found the key. It was a standard academy office key with a small green cord attached, the color indicating faculty on the second floor of the administrative wing.

"What else is in your files related to the expedition?" Kai asked.

Henrik considered the question carefully, which suggested the answer was not simple.

"Correspondence with the expedition planning committee. Risk assessnt forms. Student placent records — which students were assigned to which groups within the expedition for monitoring purposes." A pause. "And the preliminary briefing I received about the dungeon’s current state, which included notation of the large essence signature in level three that I flagged as anomalous before we departed."

"Soone knew about that signature before the expedition began," Kai said. It was not a question.

"I noted it in my report and submitted it for review. Standard procedure for anomalous dungeon readings." Henrik’s voice was controlled but sothing underneath it wasn’t. "The review committee cleared the expedition. Said the signature was within acceptable paraters for a level two exercise."

"Did you agree with that assessnt?"

"I had concerns. I docunted them." Henrik’s jaw tightened slightly. "I was told the expedition was a scheduled training event with confird safety clearance and that my concerns were noted."

Seraphina watched him. She had trained under Henrik for months and knew the difference between his professional composure and the composure he wore over sothing that had cost him. This was the second kind.

"Soone cleared the expedition knowing the dungeon had an anomalous signature," she said. Not accusing. Just saying it plainly.

"That is what the docuntation shows, yes."

"Who sits on the review committee," William said.

"Three senior faculty mbers and two administrative representatives. Rotating mbership — I’d need to check which individuals served for this particular review period." Henrik looked at his cast. "That information would also be in my files. Administrative correspondence folder."

"We’ll get everything," Seraphina said.

Henrik nodded. Then he said, "Wraith. Sit down for a mont."

Kai looked at him. Then he pulled the single visitor chair to the bedside and sat.

Henrik studied him with the patient attention of soone who had been assessing students for a long ti and was very good at it.

"I’m not going to ask you to explain yourself fully," he said. "I understand there are things you’re managing that require discretion and I’m not positioned to demand disclosure." He paused. "But what you did in that dungeon — the healing techniques, the combat ability, the essence manipulation — none of that is achievable through conventional academy training at your level. And you’ve been here for two years."

"Yes," Kai said.

"Are you a danger to students at this academy."

"No."

"Are you a danger to anyone at this academy."

Kai considered that question with genuine care, which Henrik watched.

"I’m a danger to people who attempt to harm the people around ," Kai said. "I don’t consider that the sa thing."

Henrik held his gaze for a long mont.

"No," he said finally. "Neither do I." He leaned back against his pillow. "You kept everyone alive. Including people you had no personal obligation to protect. That counts for sothing in my assessnt."

"I know."

"I’ll have questions eventually. When this is over and there’s ti."

"I’ll answer what I can," Kai said. "When there’s ti."

Henrik seed to accept that as the best available outco. He looked at William and Seraphina. "The files. Bring everything back here when you have it and we’ll go through it together. I want to see the enrollnt comparison myself."

"We’ll be back within the hour," Seraphina said.