The Extra of The Lunerra

Chapter 464: Volume VI - Epilogue

It was one of the usual days.

The first day of a weekend in which I woke up early in the morning, had breakfast, and... was going to receive the continuation of my training from Mr. Chazon.

And that’s exactly what I was doing.

"I told you to always categorize your visions, Clara. How is it going? Are you used to it by now?"

I proudly took out my notebook and showed it to the hologram in front of me.

Mr. Chazon... had already given me simple examples of how to categorize my visions. But what he really wanted was for me to set the categories myself. Because I was the best person to interpret the visions I had seen myself.

And... the categorization that I had been working on for a long time was now in my notebook.

"I decided to evaluate each prophecy from three aspects."

And there were three main headings on the page that I pointed toward the hologram.

"By type of perception, time, and reliability."

The types of perception were many but simple. Here I was categorizing how I saw the prophecy. Was it a dream, was it a spontaneous activation of my skill while I was awake, was it voices I heard out of nowhere, was it a feeling that came to me out of nowhere?

Time, though, was much simpler than the previous one. It categorized the time frame of the prophecy or of the things I saw. Past, present, or future? Because the seers didn’t only see ’the future’... things that happened at the moment, even the past, could sometimes blend in. Oh, and there was also the category of ’uncertain’.

The last categorization was reliability, or rather ’clarity’. There were clear, unambiguous prophecies that required no interpretation. There were also symbolic prophecies whose meaning I had to deduce indirectly... and finally there were ’incomplete’ prophecies, of which only a certain part was visible or perceivable, and therefore ’distorted’ prophecies, in which there was a high probability of error.

"Oho... good, very good."

When I saw the smile on Mr. Chazon’s face, I knew I had done a good job, so I put my notebook down.

But I wasn’t done with the things I wanted to brag about.

"I think my symbolic interpretation has improved a lot, too. I finished the first book you asked me to study three times, from start to finish, taking notes."

"Congratulations then, Clara."

And that’s what I wanted to hear.

"Hehe..."

The training as a seer... was much more fun and interesting for me than the education I received in high school.

It wasn’t simply because I thought I was important.

Interpreting symbolic things, trying to make sense of what I saw... I quite enjoyed it.

Although... I would be blatantly lying if I said I didn’t care about the status of ’seer’, but that wasn’t the point!

"How is your Mana Efficiency?"

The smile on my face suddenly broke.

"Oh, it’s... still A+."

But Mr. Chazon didn’t break his own at all.

On the contrary... he widened it even more.

"There’s no need to be sad or upset, Clara. There are fewer people on Lunerra with A+ Mana Efficiency than you think. No one expects you to raise it to S- in just a few months. Especially when even mine is only S grade."

He was probably right.

Still... it was sometimes really frustrating not to see progress when I was trying so hard.

About half an hour after our conversation about Mana Efficiency, the day’s training ended and I took a deep breath.

And the first details I saw... made me completely freeze in my tracks.

Because the room was not empty.

There were... creatures inside.

The bloodied corpses of dead creatures, to be more precise.

I felt sick to my stomach when I saw the mutilated parts of the creatures’ bodies, the huge wounds. And yet... I restrained myself.

Because this sight was important. Already, there was a mystery that was not tied to me.

As a ’seer’, even in training, I needed to see how this would continue, no matter how disgusting or frightening.

And so I did.

I focused even more, even though the urge to vomit was steadily increasing with each passing second.

And at the same time, the room I was in continued to become clearer and more and more detailed.

That’s how I managed to see the tiny silhouette standing in front of the corpses of these creatures, crimson blood dripping from her hands.

The moment I saw her, I was speechless, I just stood there... my body refused to move.

It was... a child, this person. A child whose white clothes were stained with blood like her hands. A little girl with black hair longer than her own height. A girl who could have been... five years old at most.

I couldn’t see her eyes because they refused to detail more than anything else around her, but... the expression on her face was dull. Despite her age, she looked with absolute impassivity at the creatures she seemed to have killed with her own hands.

But that wasn’t what really left me speechless.

Yes, it was horrifying to see a little girl in such a scene. And yet... the reason I froze in my tracks... was the girl herself.

It was because I knew this girl.

I couldn’t see her eyes, yes... but I was absolutely sure who she was.

And that was much more frightening than the environment she was in.

Because... she was dead.

She was supposed to be dead.

She was no longer alive.

The girl in front of me... was the younger version of Olivia who died in the attack in Wiathen.

And then, suddenly, the things that I was seeing all jumbled together. Every detail, color, sound, feeling... it all disappeared as if they were being sucked into a black hole.

I found myself on my couch, sweating and panting, watching the ceiling.

And... I could do nothing but stand there.

I could only think of one thing.

Did I... did I just see the past? Explore more stories at novelhall.Côm

Olivia’s not alive, after all. There’s no way that was... present or future, right?

I paused, and another problem quickly presented itself.

Should I... should I tell this to my brother?

--Volume VI: Into the Darkness--

--The End--