Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 41 : Auction part 1

A deep sigh escapes my lips, carefully left the cat on the floor. Bella watches me with bright eyes by emitting an affectionate meow, as if he says goodbye to me, before accommodating on the grass. He curled up in a spiral, so serene and oblivious to everything, that I felt once again for the little animal.

"Amalia?" What are you doing here? I asked, baffled. He had been training in this place all week, and had never seen her around. In fact, this site was not exactly the type of place she used to go.

Amalia who looked at me with a disturbing smile, did not respond immediately. Instead, he diverted his eyes to the little feline that descended placidly, curled up in a perfect spiral of soft fur.

"Oh ... Is it yours?" I asked, without being able to avoid it, ate something curious and the confused Vz. According to my memory in La Bovela I never mention that I had a pet.

Amalia progresses slowly, as if waiting for something else to respond. His gaze remained fixed on Bella, the car was visible in eyes but also according to his misaligned state Pixe noticed how worried he should have been.

"No, it’s not mine ..." I replied, with a slight shrug. "I found her a few days ago, close here." Since then it seems that he stayed with me, but it is not exactly "mine."

Amalia looked at me silent for a while, as if the answer was not enough. But then, without saying a word, he approached the cat with a slow step and bent down next to him, gently stroking his fur. His fingers moved with a delicacy and care that he once reflects a glimpse of triztesa.

The silence between us lengthened, and I realized that, in some way, there was something in the way Amalia behaved that she could not understand. Something in his attitude, in the way he watched the cat, reminded me of me, when I was alone in that orphanage, a melancholy was reflected in those red eyes.

I did not give it any more and finally, I dared to ask, although I was not sure of whether she would answer me or I would completely ignore.

-Is everything all right? He asked, breaking the silence. My voice sounded somewhat lower than I expected, as if my own words were not completely in tune with the environment.

Amalia looked up slowly, and for a second, our eyes met. He said nothing at the beginning, but there was something in his gaze, a mixture of tranquility and melancholy, which made me feel that the answer was in the air, floating among us, without the need to be said.

After a while, he turned away from Bella and stayed there, in silence, contemplating the full moon that raised glowing over the vast starry sky. The softness of her gaze made me ask me, maybe, like me, she sought comfort in those small moments of tranquility, looking for even for a moment, forget her concerns.

- I thought you hated me ... - Amelia said, with almost inaudible voice, as if afraid that words could break the silence.

I looked back at her, a little disagreement. He did not know if it was the atmosphere that wrapped us or if his tone was sincere, but there was something in his words that made it impossible to ignore. The sadness that appeared subtle, almost imperceptible, made me feel vulnerable for the first time since I came to this world. Something in her told me that there was much more behind what I listened.

- I don’t hate you - I replied, stared at his big red eyes, try to transmit the feelings he was experiencing and what my heart tried to deny. I have never hated you, Amalia.

The words coy next to the soft wind blew with delicacy, stroking our faces, and while I spent inarvertently I felt that Uni pinch of shame spreading on his face, a slight blush adorned his cheeks.

Amalia breathed deeply and looked down, as if she felt vulnerable, but then smiling with a shyness that she had never shown before, as if something had lightened in her chest.

"I suppose that sometimes things are not so clear, right?" He said, just a whisper.

I shook my head, feeling a little how immature he had been with this young girl, in the end, she was not to blame for it with that couple but did not want to succeed that fact, it is always easier to look for guilty.

"I’m sorry ..." I replied with delicacies. But of fanma so imperceptible, that he left with the sound of the wind.

The Tienpo had flying, although, at that time, it does not seem to import. The first rays of the sun began to look timidly on the horizon, staining the sky with warm tones that left the darkness of the night that slowly faded.

We had stayed there all night, without saying much, but I felt a connection had formed among us in that shared silence.

The cold air in the morning began to penetrate, but it didn’t matter. The tiredness that killed me for a long time that I had stopped worrying, now we had to leave, classes began in a few hours.

Even so, Amalia, although tired, was still there, looking at the horizon with a quiet expression, as if she were still processing everything that there was the conversation we had had. I was I want to say anything, I just watched her, knowing that the words we had shared would be a memory that I would never forget. The character he had read in the novel had vanished and only Amelia remained, the girl with whom she shares a beautiful moment.

Finally, after a few minutes, Amalia broke the silence with a small smile, her strong and arrogant image, she didn’t see anywhere.

"I think it’s time to leave," he said, while looking at dawn.

I nodded, knowing that it was time, to return to reality.

"Yes ..." I replied weakly, with a slight smile.

We get up, together, without rushing. The sun was already a little taller, but the air was still fresh, like a last farewell at night. We walk slowly in the bifurcation towards bedroom of men and women we look at the last time, the words that we did not say staying with us, floating in the air. Although the day began to wake up with his unstoppable routine, that shared moment, that connection that was born in the midst of silence, would stay with me, as forever and never forget it.

***

The time transmitted without problems and the auction day came. I had requested the permission of the Academy in advance, although it was not an easy to convince Veronica to let me out so fast. There were many objections, and I admit that it was a challenge, but somehow it was necessary to do it, it was not just a matter of desire; I had to go.

The auction was held in Verona, the real capital, a place that, by its very nature, was impregnated with a different, bigger, richest atmosphere in history and power.

The distance between the Academy and Verona was considerable, a few hours of travel, so I decided to go out with time. I didn’t want to run the risk of being late or lost in the streets of the city. Now, I was staying in a nearby hotel, a modest but comfortable one, where the bustle of the city felt through the windows, even at this early afternoon.

The auction itself would carry out discreetly, invitations were distributed to a select list of people, thus rigorous security measures were taken. It was not only a sale of rare objects, but an operation that implied delicate negotiations, and the people who would attend were not only noble, but also influential figures of the kingdom, although the news of the auction spreads as fire to the media, that does not Change the fact that only those with select can enter the place.

But, as always happens, the events of this magnitude are not limited to the strictly necessary. After the auction, a private party had been organized, something like this composes a social meeting, from Dukes to wealthy merchants, it would begin to arrive shortly after, and the night would be transformed into a show, private transformations would also be available and there were exclusive rooms To do this, it could be exchanged from information to high quality goods.

The air in Verona seemed loaded with expectation. The streets dressed in bright lights and journalists adorned the place with their great cameras and microphones waiting for the arrival of the guests. Lamusic that resonated from small coffees along the way. Everyone was preparing for what would be a night full of discrete intentions, alliances and perhaps the occasional hidden treatment. I knew that I should be attentive, but I could not stop asking how different things will be once everything was revealed, that the pildora was thrown into the world how great the benefits it will obtain. I knew the auction was just the beginning, the party promised much more than what was seen with the naked eye, maybe I can get an unexpected treasure.