Help! I'm just an extra yet the Heroines and Villainesses want me!-Chapter 73

"Actually," Lyanna said after another minute of sitting. "There’s one more place I wanted to show you before we head back."

"What place?"

"You’ll see. It’s not far."

They left the park and Lyanna led him back toward the main part of town, but in a direction they hadn’t explored yet. The streets here were quieter, more residential, with small gardens and older buildings.

She stopped in front of what looked like a gallery or museum. The building was modest but well-maintained, with large windows showing artwork displayed inside.

"A gallery?" William asked.

"Not quite. It’s a collection of historical artifacts and cultural pieces from different regions." Lyanna opened the door. "I found it a few months ago. Most students don’t know it exists because it’s tucked away here."

Inside was cool and quiet. The space was larger than it looked from outside, with displays arranged throughout. Artifacts from various noble houses, historical weapons, old documents preserved behind glass, paintings and sculptures from different eras.

An older woman sat at a desk near the entrance. She looked up and recognized Lyanna immediately.

"Back again?" the woman said with a slight smile.

"I brought someone this time," Lyanna replied.

"Feel free to look around. Let me know if you have questions."

They moved deeper into the gallery. William found himself genuinely interested in the displays. Historical essence cultivation tools, diagrams of old techniques, documentation of how different regions developed their fighting styles.

"This is actually interesting," William said, examining a display about early multi-elemental cultivation attempts.

"I thought you would like it. It’s more practical than the art galleries in the main square." Lyanna was looking at a collection of old books preserved in a climate-controlled case. "The woman who runs this place inherited the collection from her grandfather. He spent his life gathering historical pieces from across the region."

They wandered through the gallery for the next hour. Lyanna seemed to know the background of most pieces, explaining the historical context or why certain artifacts were significant. William listened, occasionally asking questions, genuinely engaged with what she was showing him.

There was a section dedicated to House Stormweaver’s history. Lyanna slowed down when they reached it, her expression becoming more complicated.

"My great-great-grandfather," she said, pointing at a portrait of a stern-looking man in formal robes. "He expanded House Stormweaver’s territory significantly through both military action and political maneuvering. Family legend is that he was brilliant but ruthless."

"Sounds like most successful noble house leaders."

"Probably true." She moved to another display showing old documents. "These are treaties he negotiated. Some people say he was too aggressive, that he made enemies unnecessarily. Others say he did what was needed to secure the house’s future."

"What do you think?"

"I think he was hard to understand. People usually are." Lyanna looked at the portrait again. "My father admires him and wants to emulate that kind of decisive leadership. I’m less convinced that approach works in current times."

They continued through the gallery. William found a small section on House Cross that he hadn’t known existed. It was minor compared to some other houses — a few artifacts, some old correspondence, a painting of what looked like the Cross estate from a hundred years ago.

"Your family has been around a long time," Lyanna observed, reading one of the information plaques.

"Yeah. Old money, old problems." William studied the painting. "I’ve never actually been to that estate. My family probably sold it generations ago."

"Do you ever wish you had that connection? To your house’s history?"

"Not really. History is just things that already happened. You can’t change it or live in it." William moved away from the display. "I would rather focus on what’s in front of me."

"That’s pragmatic."

"Or short-sighted, depending on how you look at it."

Lyanna smiled at that. "Fair point."

They finished viewing the gallery and thanked the woman at the desk before leaving. The sun was noticeably lower now, the afternoon stretching into early evening.

"We should really head back now," Lyanna said, though she still didn’t sound enthusiastic about ending the day.

"Yeah, probably."

They started walking back toward the academy. The path through the woods was the same one they’d taken earlier, but the light was different now — softer, golden, filtering through the trees at an angle.

"Thank you for showing me that place," William said as they walked. "I wouldn’t have found it on my own."

"You’re welcome. Most people wouldn’t appreciate it but I thought you might."

"Why?"

"Because you actually think about things instead of just accepting what you’re told." Lyanna pushed a branch aside as they walked. "The gallery isn’t flashy or entertaining. It’s just... informative. Thoughtful. That seems like your style."

"I’m not sure I have a style."

"Everyone has a style. Yours is just less obvious than most people’s."

They walked in comfortable silence for a while. The woods were peaceful, with only the sounds of birds and their footsteps on the path.

"Can I ask you something personal?" William said eventually.

"You can ask. I might not answer."

"Why did you ask me out? I mean specifically me, not just because you wanted to go into town."

Lyanna was quiet for a moment, considering her answer. "Because I like talking to you. Because you’re interesting. And because..." she paused. "Because I wanted to see if the person you are during study sessions is the same person you are outside of academy contexts."

"And?"

"You are. That’s good." She glanced at him. "Some people perform different versions of themselves depending on the situation. You’re just... you. Consistently."

"I’m not sure that’s always a positive trait."

"It is for me. I deal with enough performers in my family. Being around someone genuine is refreshing."

They continued walking. William found himself thinking about what she’d said. Being genuine hadn’t been a conscious choice — he just didn’t have the energy to maintain a facade on top of everything else he was dealing with.

"What about you?" William asked. "Are you different outside of academy contexts?"

"A little. At home I have to be more careful about what I say, more aware of family politics and how things might be interpreted." Lyanna considered. "Here I can just be myself more. Though even at the academy there’s still social navigation required."

"Like what?"

"Like figuring out which relationships are genuine and which are people trying to use my family connections. Like managing expectations from professors who know my family’s reputation. Like deciding how much to reveal about my actual interests versus what people expect from someone in my position." She smiled slightly. "It’s exhausting sometimes."

"I can imagine."

"Can you though? Your family situation is different from mine. They’ve written you off, which is terrible, but it also means you don’t have those same pressures."

"Fair point." William hadn’t thought about it that way. "I guess we both have family complications, just different kinds."

"Exactly."

They emerged from the woods and the academy came into view in the distance. The sun was touching the horizon now, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

"Do you ever think about just leaving?" William asked suddenly. "Not the academy specifically, but all of it. Family expectations, noble house politics, all the complicated social dynamics."

"Sometimes. But where would I go?" Lyanna’s tone was thoughtful rather than dismissive. "My skills, my education, my resources — they’re all tied to being part of House Stormweaver. Leaving means giving up everything I’ve built and starting over with nothing."

"Maybe that would be freeing."

"Maybe. Or maybe it would just be different problems." She looked at him. "Do you think about leaving?"

"Not seriously. I just wonder sometimes what life would be like without all the weight of family history and expectations hanging over everything."

"Probably simpler. Maybe lonelier too."

They reached the academy gates as the sun was setting. Students were filtering back from town or evening activities, heading toward dormitories for dinner.

Lyanna stopped just inside the gates and turned to face him. The evening light caught her violet eyes, making them look almost luminous.

"I had a good time today," she said.

"So did I."

"We should do this again. Maybe explore a different part of town next time."

"I’d like that."

Lyanna stepped closer. For a moment William thought she might kiss him, but instead she just reached out and squeezed his hand briefly.

"See you in class Monday," she said.

"Yeah. See you."

She left toward the Luminara dormitory, her purple dress catching the last light of sunset as she walked away.

William stood there for a moment, processing the afternoon. It had been genuinely enjoyable — no stress, no training, no world-ending stakes. Just spending time with someone whose company he liked.

He headed back to his own dormitory. The hallways were busy with students returning from various weekend activities. When he reached his room, Kai was sitting at his desk reading as usual.

"How was it?" Kai asked without looking up.

"Good. Normal." William sat on his bed and pulled out the book Lyanna had recommended. "We went to a gallery. Looked at historical artifacts."

"Sounds boring."

"It was actually interesting. Lots of information about cultivation history and noble house development."

Kai finally looked up from his book. "You look more relaxed than you have in days."

"I feel more relaxed. Turns out doing something normal helps."

"Told you." Kai went back to his reading. "Get some rest. We’re back to training tomorrow morning."

William nodded. He changed into more comfortable clothes and lay on his bed, flipping through the cultivation book. His mind felt clearer than it had in a while — the afternoon had given him perspective, a reminder that life existed beyond the constant pressure of training and preparing for assassination attempts.

His hands had healed completely from the burns earlier in the week. The techniques Kai had been teaching him were becoming more natural, less forced. Three weeks until the competition. Three weeks to prepare.

But for today, he’d had a few hours of normalcy. That was worth something.

"Kai?" William said after a few minutes.

"Yeah?"

"In the previous loops, did I ever seem happy? Like actually enjoying myself?"

Kai was quiet for a moment. "Sometimes. Usually when you were with friends or training with people you liked. But it was always temporary. You were always focused on the next challenge or improvement. Never really just... existing."

"This loop feels different."

"It is different. You’re different." Kai closed his book. "Whether that’s good or bad for keeping you alive, I don’t know yet. But you seem more like an actual person instead of someone just surviving."

William thought about that. "Is that a problem?"

"No. Just an observation." Kai stood and stretched. "Get some sleep. Tomorrow we work on your tunnel movement techniques."

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