The Extra is a Genius!?
Chapter 59: An Unexpected Courtesy

Chapter 59: Chapter 59: An Unexpected Courtesy

The inner garden of the academy was quiet at midday.

A gentle breeze stirred the petals of the floating bloomtrees—rare plants grown from seeds enchanted to defy gravity. Their blossoms hovered a few inches above their stems, rotating slowly in the air like they were dancing to music no one could hear.

The stone pathways wound through open lawns, trimmed hedges, and crystal-lit ponds filled with mana-infused koi. In the center, a circular fountain whispered over carved marble, its water shimmering with faint magical hues.

Students passed in pairs and clusters, chatting softly, books tucked under arms, cloaks rustling. Many wore the academy’s standard uniform, but nobles from higher houses had added their own flair—custom-tailored fits, golden embroidery, jeweled pins bearing ancient crests.

Noel sat alone on one of the side benches, arms crossed over his lap, legs relaxed.

His uniform was slightly disheveled as always—collar loose, sleeves rolled halfway, gloves tucked in his belt. He wasn’t reading, just letting the breeze pass over him while he stared at nothing.

But his mind was awake.

Thinking.

en, something shifted in the rhythm of the garden.

He didn’t hear her footsteps.

He simply noticed the space around him change.

She walked like she owned the silence.

Elena von Lestaria.

Her platinum hair fell freely down her back, catching the light like a silver thread. Her skin was pale, unmarred. Her uniform, though standard in structure, had been altered with precision—golden elven clasps, a dark velvet mantle draped across her shoulders, and the sigil of her house embroidered on the left cuff.

She moved without hurry. Without hesitation.

Several students turned to look.

Some whispered.

She ignored them all.

Her amber eyes scanned the garden—and then stopped.

Right on him.

Noel didn’t move.

He just met her gaze, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

’Didn’t think I’d get your attention like this.’

She walked toward him.

Elena stopped just a few steps from the bench, her gaze steady, calm.

Noel didn’t move. He tilted his head slightly, just enough to show he’d noticed her.

"Didn’t expect to see you out here," she said, her tone softer than formal speech, but still laced with that noble precision.

Noel shrugged, eyes half-lidded.

"Didn’t expect you to walk straight toward me, either."

She smirked faintly.

"Maybe I was curious."

"Dangerous habit."

"Only if I choose the wrong person."

Noel gestured lazily to the empty spot beside him.

"Feel like testing your luck, then?"

Elena didn’t hesitate. She sat down, her posture relaxed but composed—like someone who knew how to appear at ease without ever truly letting her guard down.

A few students glanced their way, but neither of them acknowledged it.

She adjusted her mantle, then spoke again, eyes forward now.

"You’ve been quieter than usual."

"Maybe I just have better things to do than talk."

"Yet here you are."

He smirked.

"Maybe I just enjoy the weather."

"Liar."

Noel chuckled under his breath.

The fountain whispered behind them, steady and constant.

Elena crossed one leg over the other, hands folded in her lap. Her voice, when it came, was quieter—but sharper.

"Why did you do it?"

Noel didn’t look at her.

"Do what?"

"Why did you let me take the credit?"

Now he glanced her way.

No smirk. No sarcasm.

Just a tired look.

"It was important to you."

Elena held his gaze.

"That’s not an answer."

"It’s the only one I’ve got."

She looked at him a second longer, then exhaled softly and turned her eyes back to the pond.

"You could’ve used it."

"Didn’t need it."

"Still. That was... a lot to give up."

Noel shrugged.

"So just take it and move on."

She was quiet after that.

Not because she didn’t have more to say.

But because, for once, there was nothing more to demand.

The silence settled again, but it was different now.

Noel leaned forward slightly, resting his forearms on his knees, gaze fixed somewhere in the garden. He wasn’t avoiding her—but he wasn’t offering anything either.

Elena tilted her head, watching him out of the corner of her eye.

"You’re not like the others."

He huffed a dry breath.

"That’s what everyone says before they try to make me like them."

"That’s not what I meant."

He glanced at her. She wasn’t smiling. She was studying him again—carefully, like someone trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces.

"You don’t seek attention," she continued. "But you don’t exactly hide either."

"Maybe I just don’t care enough to pretend."

Elena gave a soft hum.

"I think you care more than you admit. Just not about the things everyone else does."

Noel didn’t answer.

But his silence wasn’t dismissive this time. It was thoughtful.

’She’s good at this. Subtle. Not pushy. And she watches everything.’

’No wonder she’s top of the ranking.’

She let a few more seconds pass.

Then, in a quieter tone:

"Do you always decide things like that?"

He turned his head.

"Like what?"

"Who gets to win. Who gets to lose."

He didn’t speak right away.

Then: "Only when it matters."

Footsteps approached.

Two students—both from Class A, by their uniforms—walked along the path toward the fountain. One of them, a tall boy with noble posture and a too-practiced smile, recognized Elena instantly.

He slowed.

"Lady Lestaria," he called, a little too loud. "I hoped I might catch a moment with—"

He stopped mid-step when he noticed who she was sitting with.

Noel didn’t move.

Elena didn’t even look at them.

"Now’s not the time."

Her voice was soft, even polite.

But final.

The other student opened his mouth, hesitated, then nodded awkwardly.

"Of course."

They moved on.

Noel raised an eyebrow, half amused.

"Was that your way of saying I’m more interesting?"

Elena finally turned her head just enough to meet his eyes.

"No. That was my way of saying I’m not finished."

Noel let out a faint, half-breath laugh.

Not mocking.

Just surprised.

’Not finished, huh?’

’Alright then.’

The silence between them stretched, calm but weighty.

The garden had started to empty. Afternoon light poured through the canopy of trees, making the stones shimmer under scattered petals. Everything around them felt still—paused.

Noel stood first.

Elena looked up, amber eyes sharp but unreadable.

He rolled his shoulders, stuffing his gloves into his belt with casual motions.

"I should go."

She gave a slight nod. Said nothing.

He turned halfway, then paused.

Spoke without meeting her gaze.

"I’m not what you think."

She raised an eyebrow.

"No?"

"No." A breath. Then:

"Don’t overthink it. I’m not that interesting."

Elena studied his profile for a second longer.

Noel stood, brushing imaginary dust from his sleeves. His movements were casual, but there was a weight behind them—like he’d said more than he meant to.

Elena watched him silently.

He turned slightly to leave, then paused.

"Hey."

She raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

He didn’t look directly at her when he answered.

"Just... it’s okay to relax sometimes."

"You don’t always have to be perfect. You can let yourself breathe a little."

He scratched the side of his neck, already regretting opening his mouth.

"I mean, shit. Everyone needs that once in a while."

Then he turned and walked away, hands in his pockets, cloak shifting gently in the garden breeze.

’That’s what Elyra told me. Might as well pass it on.’

Behind him, Elena remained seated.

Her posture didn’t change.

But her gaze softened—just enough.

She looked down at the koi in the water, and after a long moment, exhaled quietly

"Alright."