Extra's Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines-Chapter 17: Star Castle [II]

Azel found himself alone in a luxurious guest room, easily ten times the size of his old one back at Steven’s cottage.

The bed was massive, adorned with gold-lined sheets, plush pillows, and a headboard shaped like a blooming lily.

A soft red carpet muffled his steps, and the wide windows let in the faintest rays of afternoon sunlight.

He noticed a walk-in closet stocked full of clothes — fine tunics, silk-lined robes, perfectly his size.

"How the hell did they get my measurements?" Azel muttered, a frown creasing his brow. "That’s not creepy at all."

But there wasn’t time to linger on that thought.

His bones were tired, not from physical exhaustion, but from everything that had happened over the past couple of days.

The emotional weight of saving not one, but two heroines, clinging to secrets only he knew... it was enough to make anyone need a long rest.

He sat cross-legged on the bed and reached into his inventory —his finger brushing the transparent ripple of the system’s storage space.

A small glowing portal blinked into existence and from it he pulled out the Supreme Aura Pill, a pure white orb that pulsed softly like a beating heart.

’According to the lore and devs, these rooms are soundproof and even energy-proof. As long as I don’t detonate anything or swing a sword through the ceiling, nobody outside should even know I’m using a relic-tier item.’

With a long breath, Azel popped the pill into his mouth.

There was no taste. No immediate explosion of power. Just... calm.

Then came the storm.

His body began to hum with energy — it was deep but painless.

His aura pathways, the very meridians that channeled the essence of life through his body, began to expand and glow with unseen light.

Yet there was no pain.

No breaking.

It was like warm sunlight filtering into the darkest parts of his being. The impurities in his system — the waste clinging to his bones and blood — were burned away, turned to steam inside his veins.

It felt like being reforged.

By the time it was done, he wasn’t sure how long had passed.

Azel opened his eyes slowly.

"...Holy shit," he whispered to himself.

He hadn’t changed too much, but the mirror across the room confirmed the subtle differences.

He looked more refined, almost ethereal.

His facial structure had become slightly sharper — still youthful, but undeniably handsome. His once childish figure had also stretched a little taller.

Just enough to notice.

But along with those changes came a new problem.

"...I stink."

The impurities that had been burned off were now clinging to his skin like oil.

With a sigh, he peeled off his shirt and made his way to the marble bath that was practically a mini hot spring.

He let the warmth wash over him and enjoyed his first true moment of peace in days.

After that, sleep came easily.

[Later That Evening...]

Azel was pulled from sleep by a soft knock, followed by the creak of a door and the coordinated shuffle of slippered feet.

His eyes fluttered open to find himself surrounded by a group of royal maids — at least six of them — carrying ornate boxes and silken towels.

"Good evening, young master Azel," one of them said with a gentle bow. "It is time to prepare for dinner with His Majesty."

"...Dinner?" he croaked, still half-asleep.

"With the Emperor, the Empresses, the princes and princesses," another replied with a radiant smile.

Before he could protest, two of them were already helping him sit up.

The others moved with precision — undressing him, drawing a warm towel to clean his skin, and running soft brushes through his silver hair.

He blinked at the ceiling as they worked, feeling strangely like a doll being primped for display.

When they were done, Azel stood in front of the mirror wearing an elegant dark blue tunic threaded with silver lining, paired with white pants and high black boots.

A golden insignia — a blooming Starbloom crest — was pinned near his collarbone. His hair had been brushed until it gleamed, falling slightly over his crimson eyes.

He looked... regal.

"I’m so tired right now..."

[Meanwhile, in the Royal Dining Hall...]

Laughter echoed in the vast marble chamber.

The long golden table was surrounded by royalty and the Sword saint who was wearing casuals, he was never one for celebrations.

The Emperor, Arthur Starbloom himself was in high spirits, his deep laughter ringing loud as he listened to Steven recount parts of their journey.

Knight Commander Mira sat at the far end, stoic but listening.

One of the Empresses poured herself some wine while the princes Aegon and Varen sat silently, each with their own air.

And at the center of the table, an empty seat awaited the guest of honor.

"I must meet this boy who saved my daughter," the Emperor said with a grin. "Steven, you always bring me surprises."

Then the doors opened.

Every head turned.

And there he stood — Azel.

He walked in, chin slightly raised, confidence in his steps despite the thunderstorm in his chest.

He was aware of the gazes, especially the widened eyes of Aegon and the surprised murmur of the Empresses. Even Mira’s cold expression softened, just a little.

His silver hair shimmered in the torchlight, eyes gleaming with a quiet intensity that made him look older than he was.

Naelia, seated beside her mother, immediately straightened. Her cheeks flushed and a small smile tugged at her lips.

Ira, who had been composed moments ago, shifted slightly in her seat as well.

The Emperor clapped once, clearly impressed. "So you are the young man who saved my first princess."

Azel approached, bowed slightly, and spoke clearly. "It was my honor, Your Majesty."

Steven grinned at the side. "Told you. A total lady-killer."

Azel flushed, glaring lightly at the man, and the Empresses laughed.

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