The Extra is a Genius!?-Chapter 138: Veyron von Lestaria

He turned when he saw them, offering a polite smile. Elena stepped forward first.

"Noel, this is Veyron. Veyron, this is Noel."

Veyron extended his hand with a respectful gesture. "A pleasure, Noel. Elena speaks highly of you."

Noel, a bit caught off guard, shook his hand. "She does?"

Veyron chuckled. "You’d be surprised. Thank you for coming. I know your sister must be happy."

’So this is the guy,’ Noel thought, eyeing him with subtle scrutiny. Veyron’s posture was straight, his tone measured. Calm, polite, almost too polished—but not fake. Sincere.

’He’s exactly how Livia described him. Straightforward. Kind. Rational. Maybe that’ll rub off on her.’

"Congratulations on the wedding," Noel said aloud.

"Thank you. I hope to make your sister happy. Truly."

For a second, Noel didn’t know how to respond. He simply nodded.

Veyron then gestured lightly toward the nearby hallway. "Would you like to meet the rest of my family?"

"Uh... I don’t want to intrude."

"You wouldn’t be. Come on, it’ll just take a moment."

Noel hesitated, but then nodded again. "Alright."

He followed, curiosity piqued. After all, it wasn’t every day you met the family into which your sister was marrying.

Veyron led him through a side corridor draped with delicate golden ivy, toward a wide terrace overlooking one of the estate’s internal gardens. There, seated or standing in calm conversation, was his family.

"Elena mentioned you a few times," Veyron said quietly as they walked. "But I thought it’d be better if we met like this—with a bit more context."

Noel nodded, adjusting his posture as he scanned the area. It was clear the Lestaria family wasn’t just noble—they embodied it. Every one of them looked like they had stepped out of a perfectly balanced painting, dressed in flowing garments of pearly white, deep forest green, and accents of silver.

"Father," Veyron said respectfully as they stopped beside a tall elf with a composed, stern face and his long hair tied in a high knot. "This is Noel Thorne. Livia’s younger brother."

Lord Thalanor von Lestaria turned and gave a polite nod.

"Welcome to our estate. My daughter has spoken of you."

Noel gave a small bow. "Thank you for having us, Lord Lestaria."

Then came a woman with fine features, long amber-blonde hair, and eyes the color of fresh leaves under sunlight—Veyron’s mother, Lady Avelyne.

"A pleasure to meet you, young Thorne. I’ve heard you attend the Imperial Academy," she said with a warm voice.

"I do. It’s an honor to be here."

Then the others followed—two secondary wives of the Lestaria patriarch. One looked kind and gentle, the other more reserved, but equally elegant. After them came Veyron’s eight siblings, one by one.

Each greeted Noel with respectful bows or nods. Some looked at him with discreet curiosity, others with open smiles. There were warriors, scholars, and even a shy little girl no older than nine, hiding behind her mother’s tunic.

"Pleasure to meet you," Noel said each time, adjusting his tone and expression smoothly, reading the air with practiced ease.

’So this is what a peaceful noble family looks like... now that think of it, they have a patriarch now, something changed.’

Inwardly, he couldn’t help but compare them to the Thornes. His family was a dance of veiled blades. This one, though it clearly had its structure and rules, felt... harmonious.

Once the introductions were done, Veyron looked over at him.

"See? Nothing to worry about."

Noel nodded slowly, still processing. "Yeah... nothing at all."

’Too many people for the day...’

Noel was beginning to relax—just a little—when he caught a glimpse of something strange: three of Veyron’s younger brothers whispering near one of the pillars. One of them pointed—discreetly but clearly—in Elena’s direction. Then they all grinned.

’Of course... even in elf land, brothers are still brothers.’

Before he could decide how to react, a familiar tug on his sleeve drew his attention.

"Come with me," Elena whispered, already pulling him by the arm.

He blinked. "Are we... running?"

"They were starting to talk about me," she said under her breath, her face red.

"Talk?" Noel echoed as they turned a corner.

"You know... stuff."

Noel raised a brow. "Like teasing?"

"Like embarrassing teasing."

"About you and me?"

She didn’t answer, just kept walking faster. The hallway twisted gently, sunlight filtering through semi-transparent green curtains. The scent of fresh plants filled the air.

Noel watched her profile as she led him away—lips pressed tight, still blushing, but determined. Her grip on his wrist was surprisingly strong for someone her size.

Finally, they stopped by a smaller garden terrace, secluded and quiet.

"What?" Noel asked, tilting his head.

Elena let go of his arm and crossed hers. "Nothing..."

He arched a brow. "Really?"

She looked away. "...Fine. I didn’t want them saying dumb things about you either."

Noel smirked slightly. "That’s... unexpectedly sweet."

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A silence followed. Light wind rustled through the trees above them.

Then Noel spoke. "Hey... would you do me a favor?"

Elena turned to him, a little wary. "Depends."

"My hair," he said, lifting a strand. "It’s way too long. You think you could cut it?"

Elena blinked. "You want me to cut your hair?"

"I’m out of options. And tomorrow’s the wedding. If you screw up, I’ll just say a wyvern bit it off."

She bit her lip, caught between a smile and alarm. "I’m not a professional, you know."

"I trust you," Noel replied with calm conviction.

Elena looked at him for a moment, eyes flickering. Then she exhaled softly and gave a nod. "Fine. But if I ruin it, don’t complain."

He shrugged. "Wouldn’t dream of it."

They walked in silence through the quiet upper halls of the estate, the warm evening sun casting amber light through the stained-glass windows. Noel kept his hands in his pockets, while Elena walked a few steps ahead, guiding him.

When they reached her room, she paused in front of the door and glanced at him.

"Don’t laugh at the mess," she warned, pushing it open.

Noel raised an eyebrow. "You’re the picture of perfection. I doubt you leave chaos behind."

She stepped in, and he followed.

The room was warm and softly lit. Pale green curtains fluttered by the window, and a small bookshelf overflowed with worn tomes and scrolls. On the desk, a set of polished hair-cutting scissors gleamed next to a hand mirror.

"So this is the princess lair," Noel murmured, scanning the space.

Elena smiled faintly as she closed the door behind them. "Sit. And try not to squirm."

Noel pulled out the chair, sat, and let out a slow breath. "Alright. Let’s get this over with."

Elena picked up the scissors with careful fingers. "Try not to move too much... I kind of like your ears."

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