Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

Chapter 388 Good Night

The meal continued in a steady rhythm, each course arriving and disappearing as the evening stretched on. The tidecrawler's delicate flavors gave way to roasted game served with fragrant herbs and a light drizzle of spiced glaze, followed by a simple yet decadent dessert of honeyed fruit compote layered with soft cream.

Conversation ebbed and flowed between them, Luca's teasing remarks often drawing reluctant smiles from Elara despite herself. She found herself growing accustomed to his infuriating charm, though she remained wary of the way he seemed to navigate every topic with the precision of someone accustomed to never revealing too much.

Lucavion, for his part, was unhurried, savoring each bite as if it were a calculated indulgence. His dark eyes lingered on Elara occasionally, studying her expressions with subtle curiosity. But he offered no further cryptic comments about fate or familiarity, letting the earlier moment settle into the quiet space between them.

Eventually, the final plate was cleared away, and the waiter approached with a warm smile. "Did everything meet your expectations?" they asked, clasping their hands in polite anticipation.

"Exquisite," Luca replied smoothly, lifting his glass for a final sip of wine. "Though I suspect the company improved the meal immeasurably."

Elara shot him a side-eye glance but didn't protest. Instead, she addressed the waiter. "It was wonderful, thank you."

The waiter inclined their head, leaving them with a parting promise to return should they need anything else. As they disappeared, the cozy hum of the dining room returned, the low murmur of other patrons blending with the faint sound of waves crashing against the distant shore.

"Well," Luca said, leaning back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. "I'd say that was a worthwhile indulgence. Wouldn't you?"

Elara nodded, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "I suppose," she admitted, her tone deliberately neutral, though the faint curve of her lips betrayed her enjoyment.

Luca chuckled, his smirk returning full force. "You suppose? After all that enthusiasm earlier, I expected more praise."

"Don't push your luck," Elara replied, shaking her head, though she couldn't suppress a small laugh. "It was good. Really good. But I won't inflate your ego further by pretending it was because of you."

"Ah, Frost Mage," Luca said with a mock sigh, "you wound me."

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Elara rolled her eyes, rising from her seat as she adjusted her cloak. "Come on. Let's settle the bill before you start monologuing about your tragic injuries."

Lucavion stood as well, his movements easy and graceful. "As you wish, my lady," he said with a slight bow, though his smirk never wavered.

As they approached the counter, the soft murmur of the inn's dining room provided a gentle backdrop. Elara stepped forward confidently, her hands lightly brushing her cloak aside as she addressed the receptionist.

"I'll take care of the bill," she said firmly, sparing a glance toward Luca, whose smirk widened as he leaned casually against the counter.

"Next time it will be on me."

"Next time?" she scoffed, though a faint smile tugged at her lips. "Don't push your luck."

The receptionist, smiling warmly, slid the bill across the counter. Elara reached for it without hesitation, but as her eyes scanned the total, her confidence wavered for a brief second. The number etched on the slip was… more than she had anticipated.

Her fingers twitched slightly, and a faint, almost imperceptible sigh escaped her as she reached for her coin pouch. Why is everything Luca touches ridiculously expensive?

Still, she didn't falter. Opening the pouch, she counted out the sum and slid the coins across the counter with a composed expression, though her heart clenched slightly at the sight of her dwindling funds.

"Thank you, Miss," the receptionist said, bowing slightly as they gathered the coins. "We hope you'll visit us again."

Elara nodded politely, stepping back to join Luca, who was observing her with an amused glint in his eye. "You twitched," he remarked, his smirk sharp.

"I did not," she shot back, her tone firm as she adjusted her cloak. "And even if I did, you're hardly worth it."

"Ouch," Luca said with a mock wince, clutching his chest dramatically. "You're ruthless, Elara. Truly."

She huffed, shaking her head. "Come on. Let's get out of here before I start regretting this entirely."

"Regret?" Luca echoed, falling into step beside her as they made their way toward the exit. "For paying for the most delightful evening of your life? Surely not."

Elara glanced at him, her expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement.

"….."

Elara walked ahead, her steps brisk and purposeful as she made her way toward the inn's reception area. Luca followed a few paces behind, his usual smirk firmly in place, his hands resting casually in his pockets. The faint hum of conversation and the distant crash of waves accompanied them, filling the comfortable silence between their steps.

When they reached the reception desk, Elara turned back to face him, her expression softening slightly. "It was a really good meal," she said, her tone quieter now, less guarded. "Thank you for accompanying me."

Luca inclined his head with a slight bow, the movement fluid and deliberate. "The pleasure was mine," he replied, his voice light but sincere. "And I must admit, I had quite a bit of fun."

Elara's lips curved into a small smile, and for a brief moment, the tension of the evening seemed to dissolve completely. "Goodnight, then," she said, turning to leave.

But just as she took her first step, Luca's voice halted her. "The weather is beautiful tonight," he said, his gaze shifting toward the open doorway leading to the streets. "It would be a waste to stay locked inside a room."

Elara stopped, following his gaze. The soft glow of lanterns illuminated the cobblestone streets outside, and the faint sea breeze carried a refreshing mix of salt and warmth. The air was cool but not cold, and Stormhaven's proximity to the ocean gave it a uniquely pleasant atmosphere, even at night. People strolled leisurely along the streets, their laughter and chatter blending with the rhythmic crash of waves in the distance.

She glanced back at Luca, raising an eyebrow. "Is that an invitation?"

"Invitation?" he repeated, tilting his head slightly as a faint smirk tugged at his lips. "I'd call it meeting the ends. Now that you've paid for such an expensive meal, it's only fair I treat you to something as well. Don't you think?"

Elara narrowed her eyes slightly, her expression unreadable as she considered his words. She turned her gaze back to the streets, watching as couples and groups meandered past. It wasn't a bad idea. She had eaten well, felt refreshed, and the atmosphere outside was undeniably inviting. There was no reason to refuse… except for the fact that it was Luca making the offer.

Still, as she lingered on the threshold, the idea of walking through Stormhaven's lively streets under the stars held a certain appeal.

But, she really was tired.

She lingered for a moment, her gaze fixed on the bustling streets. The soft glow of lanterns and the inviting atmosphere called to her, but something deep inside tugged her back. Even though Luca had proven himself reliable and, in his own way, kind, she couldn't ignore the voice of caution that whispered in her mind.

It wasn't distrust, not exactly. But they'd only met a handful of times—thrice, at most—and while Luca was undoubtedly intriguing, something about him felt like a riddle she wasn't quite ready to solve. Everything would be moving too fast if she just went along with him now. And then there was Cedric, who still weighed on her mind. She needed to check on him, even if he insisted he was fine.

"I think I'll pass," Elara said finally, her tone calm but firm as she turned to look at Luca. "It's been a long day, and I should check on Cedric. Maybe another time."

Luca's smirk softened into a smile, one that caught her off guard with its sincerity. There was no hint of disappointment or annoyance, no teasing retort. Just a simple, genuine understanding. "I understand," he said, his voice steady and light, as though he'd anticipated her answer all along.

For a moment, Elara felt a pang of something she couldn't quite name. Relief? Gratitude? She wasn't sure, but it eased the tension in her chest. "Goodnight, Luca," she said, her lips curling into a faint smile as she adjusted her cloak and turned back toward the inn's staircase.

"Goodnight, Elara," he replied, his tone as casual as ever, but with a warmth that lingered.

As she ascended the stairs, the faint sound of the sea breeze and distant laughter followed her. She didn't look back, but the image of Luca's smile stayed with her—a smile that was strangely devoid of the sharp edges she'd grown accustomed to. For a moment, she wondered what had been behind it. Had he truly wanted her to refuse?

Reaching her door, Elara paused briefly before entering. She still felt curious about the enigmatic swordsman, but for now, her focus had to remain on what mattered most: rest, recovery, and ensuring Cedric was alright. Anything else could wait.

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I had two exams and they were 3 hours long each.....I am beaten....