The Nameless Extra: I Proofread This World-Chapter 77: Calyra Reached First

[Ruvian’s POV]
“...At least, nothing bad happened to her,” Ruvian muttered softly and quietly to himself. He stood near the infirmary’s partition. His eyes settled on the figure under the white sheets, still and sleeping, her breath calm but shallow.
She would recover, but that alone was not enough to steady the knot in his chest.
‘Violet. No, Vanessa. That was her true name.’
She would be fit enough to take the Vazrun Island Test… though whether her heart could bear the weight of it, he wasn’t so certain. Ruvian inhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose as he leaned against the smooth wall, near Vanessa’s curtain.
The nurse had reassured him that nothing fatal had happened. Yet something about her expression lingered in his thoughts. The pale skin beneath her eyes was still swollen from tears.
He remembered that Vanessa was one of them. A minor character, mentioned in passing in the earliest draft. Her name scribbled in the early margins. A girl whose family was executed for treason, the Author had said, almost offhandedly, back in those unfinished notes they used to argue over.
The tale wasn’t as simple as a political purge or a noble house falling from grace. The child—Vanessa—was spared, but not out of mercy. The ruling council needed to cleanse the bloodline, and she was young enough to be repurposed. The executioners spared her, and the world tried to forget she ever existed. They sent her to an orphanage right after. But weirdly, that orphanage mysteriously caught fire three days later.
The Author had let something slip once, during one of their more candid discussions.
—“Someone important pulled her out before the fire started. Someone who owed her father a favor.”
And so the girl lived. Not by luck, but by the author’s design. She disappeared from the narrative after that, reemerging here at the Academy with a new name and nothing left of her old world but scars. And those scars had bled again tonight.
Ruvian glanced through the curtain, just enough to glimpse her face turned toward the wall, her features schooled into the soft neutrality of sleep, even though her nose was red.
‘Every time she is hurt, the nightmares return....’
That was one of her hidden traits, embedded in the structure of her character; a symptom of an unresolved trauma never allowed to heal. The kind of flaw that would either forge something unbreakable or shatter her entirely.
But as of now, she hasn't overcome that yet.
However, she still came here to this academy. To fight. To learn. To uncover the truth behind the treason that stole her family. The courage of that decision wasn’t loud, but it was there, and Ruvian acknowledged it.
He stayed a moment longer....
Skill activated: [Character Sheet]
───[CHARACTER SHEET]───
◇ Name: Vanessa Eldrienne
◇ Age: 16
◇ Occupation: Velthia’s Scholar / Former Noble
◇ Temperament: Unstable, Possessively Loyal, Tenderly Affectionate
◇ Current Mood: Feigning Composure / Emotionally Worn
◇ Status: [Recovering]
◇ Relationship Status: Unknown (Admiring)
◇ Traits:
• Survivor of the Eldrienne Tragedy
• Holds a Quiet Grudge Against the Crown
• Emotionally Guarded but Fiercely Determined
• Recurring Trauma Linked to Nightmares
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RUNEHEART
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◇ Name: Vanessa Eldrienne
◇ Age: 16
◇ Spellcore: Tier II
[Mana Resonance: (
455/500)
]
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[General Attributes]
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Strength: E+
Agility: D-
Endurance: D-
Vitality: D
Perception: D-
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[Mage Attributes]
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Mana Control: C-
Casting Speed: D-
Magic Power: E+
Mana Sensitivity: D+
Mana Essence: [
900/900
]
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[Innate Blessings]
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- [N/A]
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[Magic Affinity]
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- [Psychic]
After taking a peek at her character sheet, Ruvian took a few minutes to ponder. And then he left, the silence behind him returning.
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Ruvian padded out of the infirmary. But then, without warning, he paused as someone was standing ahead of him in the corridor. She was facing him directly, framed under the soft ambient light. Pale skytouch hair cascaded down her back, catching the glow in cold reflections. Her ocean-colored eyes, deep and still as tidepools, were widened in clear surprise despite the usual restraint in her expression.
"Calyra?"
For a moment, neither of them spoke. She looked just as startled to see him as he was to see her.
“Why are you…here?” she began, the question trailing before it fully formed.
Ruvian blinked, then raised an eyebrow lightly.
“I was about to ask the same,” he said, then folded his arms. “But to answer your question, I was just checking on my classmates.”
He didn’t elaborate further, nor did he need to. Ruvian chose his words deliberately, carefully—neutral enough to pass. Calyra’s lips parted. “Classmate, huh,” she echoed, a subtle questioning of her own reaction, as if surprised by the pull of it.
Ruvian found her tone to be unusual. He tilted his head and asked in return, “You haven’t answered my question.”
“Me? Why else? I was the one who brought her here.”
That caught him by surprise.
“You... brought her?” he asked, tone laced with disbelief.
A second later, he thought to himself.
“How? You're not even in the Magic Combat elective.”
But that must have slipped out, or maybe he muttered it aloud. Because Calyra’s expression subtly shifted, not offended. Her eyes narrowed slightly in contemplation, as if something about that statement didn’t sit right.
“…How do you know what electives I’m taking?” she asked.
‘Shit.’
Ruvian cursed inwardly, though not visibly. But he recovered swiftly, without hesitation. “Because I’m in that elective too,” he said evenly. “I just wasn’t present yesterday. Why? I am not allowed to have a rough idea of who signed up.”
‘....I was careless, would she buy it?’ The delivery was smooth, backed by the kind of confidence that discouraged follow-ups. He didn’t avert his gaze and kept putting up a strong front.
“I see…” she said.
Ruvian held her gaze for a moment longer than politeness demanded. Then he spoke, not with confrontation anymore. “So… you were the one who brought her,” he repeated slowly, as if puzzling it out in real time. “I assume that wasn’t by coincidence?”
It was the smallest of nudges to make her speak. Framed like a genuine inquiry, free of pressure, but structured in a way that would make leaving it unanswered feel awkward.
“Yes, I was walking near the training hall when a few of your classmates came up to me. They looked shaken. Asked me to stop a fight. They said the supervising official wasn’t doing anything about it.”
Her eyes shifted slightly, recalling the scene.
“So I went there. And I stopped it.” Her voice, while calm, held a trace of disapproval at the situation itself. “I was… surprised, too. By how far it had gone. And even more surprised, the official hadn’t intervened.”
She paused. Then continued with a faint, thoughtful frown.
“I did some asking around. Turns out the match had been arranged in advance. Must have been Julian’s lackey, or something close to it.”
Her hands had remained still the whole time, clasped loosely in front of her. She gave a small shrug, as if to say that’s how things are. But her eyes betrayed her resignation.
“That’s how I ended up responsible for her.”
Ruvian nodded; the expression on his face was composed. He didn’t comment on the irresponsibility of the officials.
He simply inclined his head. “I see,” he said quietly. “Thanks for stepping in.” (+50PP)
That was all. Then, he turned and began walking, the corridor stretching out ahead of him in silence once more. Calyra remained standing in place, watching him go. She didn’t know why, but her eyes lingered.
Then, just as he reached the bend in the corridor, she spoke again:
“…Wait—” Her voice was casual, but hesitant.
“What was your name again?”
Ruvian paused mid-step. Then turned his head just enough to look over his shoulder. “Ruvian Castelor,” he said simply, tone light, almost amused.
Before the silence could settle again, he added, almost as an afterthought, “Oh, by the way… can I talk about something with you as well?”
The question caught her off guard. Her lips parted slightly, but she didn’t speak. She merely looked at him—reserved, yet she was wrapped in small curiosity.
“Two days before the Vazrun Test. At the library. Same time… let’s meet. I want to talk about a certain thing.”
For a moment, she stood there, unmoving.
Then softly, almost too quiet to be heard… she replied without thinking, the words slipping out before she could decide to keep them in.
“Sure… I’d like that as well.” (+200PP)
‘Huh? She… likes it? Was she also aiming to strike a deal with me?’
Ruvian said nothing more, only nodded. Then, he simply walked on.
‘I guess that would make things easier then.’
Meanwhile, Calyra was still in her deep thoughts. She didn’t know why she said that without giving it a single thought. Maybe it was because she had wanted to meet him again anyway. Maybe it was because she’d waited in that library once before.
But…
Whatever the reason, she felt the air a little bit fresher and gentler after saying that.
Her blue eyes followed him, even after her thoughts tried not to.
PP= 7100
ME= 340