Help! I'm just an extra yet the Heroines and Villainesses want me! Chapter 7

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William’s second day at Celestial Heights Academy started exactly like the first, painful, exhausting, and with the distinct feeling that his body was staging a rebellion against his life choices.

The pre-dawn combat training left him bruised from sparring matches against interdiate group students who all had significantly more experience than his three days of crash-course preparation, and Instructor Valdris had spent most of the session correcting his footwork with increasingly pointed comntary about noble sons who thought money could replace actual skill.

By the ti William dragged himself to breakfast in the main dining hall, he was seriously reconsidering whether survival was worth this level of constant physical misery.

The dining hall was massive with long tables organized by house affiliation, and William grabbed a tray of food that looked far better than anything he’d eaten in his previous life before finding a relatively empty section of the House Ascendant table.

Most students were too focused on their own als and conversations to pay him much attention. However, he noticed a few glances from various tables that lingered slightly longer than casual observation would warrant.

"You’re the Cross kid," said a voice beside him, and William looked up to see a girl with auburn hair and green eyes sitting down across from him without waiting for an invitation, "Instructor Valdris ntioned you have high essence capacity but control issues, which is basically the Ascendant house motto at this point."

William swallowed his food and tried to place her face from the combat assessnt, eventually recognizing her as one of the students who’d demonstrated shadow manipulation.

"That’s an accurate summary," he admitted, because there was no point in denying what the entire interdiate group had witnessed during sparring. "I’m William, though you apparently already knew that."

She smiled with amusent that suggested she found his self-awareness refreshing compared to whatever she’d expected.

"Mira Ashford," she introduced herself while stealing a piece of fruit from his plate with casual familiarity, "I’m in your combat group and your magical theory class, and I’ve been taking bets with my friends about how long before you either quit or figure out how to actually use all that essence you’re sitting on."

William raised an eyebrow at her bluntness but found it oddly preferable to the whispered gossip he’d been overhearing since arriving.

"What are the current odds," he asked while continuing to eat because his body desperately needed fuel after the morning’s abuse.

"Three to one that you wash out before midterms," Mira said cheerfully while examining his remaining food options, "but I put money on you lasting at least a sester because anyone stubborn enough to show up to interdiate group with your skill level probably has the determination to survive through sheer spite."

Before William could respond to that sowhat backhanded vote of confidence, the dining hall’s ambient noise shifted in a way that made him look toward the entrance.

Liam Hemsworth had just walked in with a small group of House Arcturus students orbiting him like he was the sun and they were desperate planets seeking his attention, and William watched the protagonist navigate the social dynamics with the kind of natural charisma that made people want to follow him.

"That’s the scholarship orphan everyone’s obsessed with," Mira said while following his gaze, "apparently he’s so kind of cultivation genius who taught himself everything and still managed to outperform nobles who’ve had private tutors since birth, which makes him either incredibly talented or incredibly lucky."

William studied Liam’s interactions and noticed the way the protagonist seed to naturally draw the attention of several female students including the silver-haired sword prodigy from House Arcturus and the violet-haired mage from House Luminara, both of whom appeared to be competing for his notice in subtle ways that probably weren’t as subtle as they thought.

"He seems popular," William observed neutrally while finishing his breakfast, and Mira snorted with amusent.

"Popular is an understatent," she said while standing up with her own empty tray, "half the girls in our year are already trying to figure out how to get close to him, and the other half are busy hating him because their families consider orphans beneath their station, it’s very entertaining to watch if you enjoy social drama."

William filed that information away as potentially relevant given that the novel had been centered around Liam’s romantic conquests, and he made a ntal note to stay as far away from that particular plot line as humanly possible.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of lectures and practical sessions that left William’s brain just as exhausted as his body, and by the ti he collapsed into bed that night, he’d already forgotten half of what he’d learned and would need to relearn it tomorrow.

The week continued in that sa brutal pattern with minor variations, combat training that gradually showed tiny improvents in his technique, theoretical classes that filled his head with information he struggled to retain, and cultivation sessions where he slowly learned to sense his essence more clearly even if controlling it remained frustratingly difficult.

By the end of the first week, William had achieved exactly three things: he hadn’t died, he hadn’t quit, and he’d managed to remain mostly invisible despite his family na and reputation.

It was Friday evening when everything shifted slightly, and William found himself in the common room attempting to complete the written analysis Professor Ashcroft had assigned while Kai occupied the couch with his usual novel.

"There’s a gathering tomorrow night," Kai ntioned without looking up from his book, "an informal thing where students from different houses et up in one of the abandoned courtyards to drink and socialize away from faculty supervision."

William looked up from his essay about essence ridian theory and tried to figure out why his apathetic roommate was suddenly offering social information.

"Are you actually suggesting I attend a social gathering," William asked with genuine confusion, "because that seems wildly out of character for soone who spends most of his ti pretending the rest of humanity doesn’t exist."

Kai turned a page in his novel with the smile of a ghost

"I’m not suggesting anything," he said with his usual flat affect, "I’m rely informing you that it exists in case you want to do sothing other than study yourself into an early grave, so people find it useful for making connections or at least having one night where they’re not constantly stressed about failing."

William considered the offer and decided that maybe one evening of not thinking about his inadequate combat skills or the overwhelming coursework might actually be beneficial for his ntal health.

"Where is this gathering," he asked while closing his textbook because he wasn’t making progress anyway, and Kai finally looked up with what might have been approval.

"Eastern courtyard near the auxiliary library," his roommate said while returning attention to his novel, "starts around sunset and usually goes until soone passes out or the faculty inevitably discovers it and shuts everything down, try not to do anything stupid that gets you expelled on your first social outing."

William went to bed that night with the vague plan of attending tomorrow’s gathering, mostly because staying in his room alone while everyone else socialized seed like a waste of what little free ti the academy allowed.

Saturday brought no dawn combat training which ant William actually got to sleep past five in the morning for the first ti since arriving, and he spent the day catching up on reading assignnts and practicing essence manipulation in his room until his control improved enough that he didn’t imdiately lose focus after thirty seconds.

When sunset approached, William changed into casual clothes that didn’t scream "noble’s son" quite as loudly as his usual academy uniform and made his way toward the eastern courtyard with directions Kai had scribbled on a piece of paper.

The courtyard turned out to be partially hidden behind overgrown gardens and architectural features that suggested it had been abandoned years ago, and William could already hear voices and laughter filtering through the evening air as he approached.

He rounded a corner and found roughly fifty students gathered in clusters around the courtyard with bottles of what was probably alcohol being passed around despite the academy’s rules against it, and the atmosphere was relaxed in ways that made the usual competitive tension seem like a distant mory.

Mira spotted him almost imdiately and waved him over to where she stood with a small group of House Ascendant students who all looked equally exhausted from the week.

"I won my bet," she announced cheerfully while handing him a bottle of sothing that slled strong enough to strip paint, "you survived the first week without quitting or dying, which ans several people owe money."

William took the bottle and decided that one drink wouldn’t kill him after the week he’d endured, and the liquid burned going down in ways that suggested it was probably homade and definitely not academy-approved.

"Congratulations on profiting from my suffering," he said while coughing slightly from the alcohol’s strength, and Mira laughed with genuine amusent.

"That’s the spirit," she said while introducing him to the other students whose nas William imdiately forgot because his exhausted brain had reached capacity for new information, "welco to the informal therapy session disguised as a social gathering, where we all pretend we’re not slowly dying from the workload."

William spent the next hour talking with various students about their shared misery regarding impossible assignnts and brutal training sessions, and he found the casual atmosphere surprisingly relaxing compared to the constant pressure of academy life.

He was halfway through his second drink and actually enjoying himself when he noticed Liam Hemsworth arrive with his usual entourage, and the protagonist’s presence imdiately shifted the courtyard’s energy as people gravitated toward him like moths to fla.

William stayed on the periphery of the gathering and watched the social dynamics play out with detached interest, noting how Liam seed genuinely uncomfortable with all the attention despite clearly being skilled at managing it.

The silver-haired sword prodigy, Seraphina, he rembered from the combat assessnt, appeared beside Liam with two drinks and an expression that suggested she was staking claim to his attention, and William observed their interaction with the kind of morbid fascination that ca from knowing he was watching the novel’s plot unfold in real ti.

"That’s going to end badly," Mira comnted while following his gaze, "Seraphina Ashenheart doesn’t share well and Lyanna Stormweaver is already circling like a predator, the betting pools are currently split on whether they’ll fight over him or team up to eliminate competition."

William decided that staying far away from that particular drama was definitely the smart choice, and he was about to suggest finding sowhere quieter when he felt soone’s gaze fixed on him with uncomfortable intensity.

He turned slightly and found himself eting crimson eyes across the courtyard, and Seraphina was staring directly at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read while Liam continued talking beside her completely oblivious to her divided attention.

The mont lasted only a few seconds before she looked away, but William felt sothing shift in the air that made his instincts scream danger.

"Did Seraphina Ashenheart just stare at you?" Mira asked with genuine confusion. "Because that was weird; she doesn’t usually notice people who aren’t either threats or potential sparring partners."

William drained the rest of his drink and decided it was probably ti to leave before whatever that mont was developed into sothing more complicated.

"I think I’m going to head back," he said while handing the empty bottle to Mira, "long week and I should probably get actual sleep before combat training starts again Monday."

Mira looked skeptical about his excuse but didn’t push, and William made his escape from the gathering before anything else strange could happen.

He was halfway back to the east tower when he heard footsteps behind him that were too deliberate to be coincidental, and he turned to find Seraphina standing there with her hands casually resting near the daggers she wore even at social gatherings.

"William Cross," she said with that sa unreadable expression from earlier, "I’ve been aning to talk to you since the combat assessnt."

William’s mind raced through possible responses while every survival instinct told him this conversation was going to complicate his life in ways he really didn’t want to deal with.

"About what," he asked carefully while maintaining enough distance that he could potentially run if this turned violent, and Seraphina tilted her head slightly like she was examining sothing fascinating.

"Your essence signature is strange," she said while taking a step closer, "during the assessnt I noticed you have massive capacity but almost no control, which suggests either recent awakening or deliberate suppression, and I’m curious which one it is."

William considered lying but decided that soone like Seraphina would probably see through anything he said anyway, so partial truth seed like the safer option.

"I recently awakened," he admitted, because it was close enough to accurate, "my abilities didn’t manifest properly until recently, which is why I’m so far behind everyone else in terms of practical application."

Seraphina studied him for another long mont before nodding once like she’d confird sothing.

"That makes sense," she said while turning to leave, "try not to die before you figure out how to actually use all that power, it would be a waste."

She walked away without explaining what she ant by that, and William stood there trying to process what had just happened while his exhausted brain struggled to understand why the first heroine out of all the Heroines was suddenly interested in him.

He made it back to his dormitory and collapsed onto his bed while staring at the ceiling, and for the first ti since arriving at the academy, he pulled up the system interface he’d been mostly ignoring.

[Curse Status: Partially Active]

[Current Affected Individuals: 1]

[Target: Seraphina Ashenheart - Early Stage Attraction]

[Warning: Continued interaction will accelerate curse effects]

William closed the interface and wished he could go back to his boring corporate life where the worst thing that could happen was a failed presentation, not being noticed by a sword-wielding heroine with the power to kill him and the curse-induced inclination to beco possessive.

He fell asleep that night with the distinct feeling that his carefully maintained invisibility was starting to crack, and Monday’s return to routine training would probably bring complications he really wasn’t prepared to handle.