An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Lily raised an eyebrow, laughing softly. "I'm sure you'd save the day, my lord."

Though she said it as a jest, her words soon came true.

The bandit captain, realizing he was outmatched, began chanting while ordering his men to hold off the knights.

The number of screams rose swiftly, only to die down just as quickly.

"O, spirit of the earth so grand, Rising from the depths, by ancient hand. Rock and soil, your essence true, I call upon your power to renew!"

Beside the bald-headed bandit, an orange magic circle appeared, summoning a massive boar made of rock and dirt, towering over the knights.

"A spirit!" shouted a knight in our escort group, clearly unprepared for the bandit leader to be a summoner.

But the captain didn't stop there; he summoned five rock golems as well.

The confrontation quickly hit a stalemate. Though the knights fought fiercely, each shattered golem reassembled itself, unphased. Unlike ordinary summoning, these spirits consumed no mana to sustain themselves, endlessly reforming to wear down the knights. With each clash, the knights grew visibly weary.

Arthur smirked, glancing at Lily. "Didn't think your prediction would come true so soon."

"It's time for this young master to save the day," he announced.

"Master, you needn't trouble yourself with these small fries. Let us handle them," Lira and Lyra offered in unison.

"No need. I want to test my skills. Take care of the other bandits," Arthur replied, striding forward.

With a quick nod, Lira vanished into the shadows, her deadly form leaving no sound behind, while Lyra melted into Arthur's shadow, ready to intervene if necessary.

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Arthur's grin widened as he moved forward, his eyes gleaming with an unfamiliar thrill. The ground trembled as the rock golems lumbered toward him, their massive forms leaving craters with each step. The residual magic from the summoning buzzed in the air, thick and pulsing.

He motioned for the knights to stand back, and they followed his command.

Arthur extended his hand, and his sword materialized in his grasp, its edge glowing faintly as he infused it with mana. Activating his Spectral Slash skill, he felt a surge of power as the blade became translucent, almost ghostly—now able to cut through spiritual essence.

With a confident smirk, he murmured, "Let's see how you handle this," and charged forward, swift and poised.

The first golem swung down with a crushing force meant to flatten him. Arthur sidestepped, feeling the rush of air as the massive stone limb smashed into the ground, scattering shards of rock. Seizing the opening, he leapt onto the golem's shoulder, deftly dodging its attempts to swipe him off.

"Spectral Slash!" He slashed down, his blade phasing through the golem's rocky shell and piercing the spirit core hidden within. A faint, ghostly light appeared as his sword struck, and the golem froze, trembling before it crumbled into a pile of rubble.

Another golem lunged at him, swinging a massive stone fist. Arthur ducked, rolling beneath its arm before springing onto its shoulder. Placing his hands on its head, he forced a Mana Burst, overloading its core. The golem shuddered violently before collapsing into dust, its spirit snuffed out.

Arthur activated Mana Surge, a spell that bolstered his strength and reflexes, allowing him to move with deadly precision. One by one, the golems fell, unable to reform without their spirits intact. The bandit leader's face paled, stunned by how easily Arthur dispatched his strongest minions.

In a desperate move, he commanded the rock boar, the largest of his summons, to charge at Arthur.

The earth boar, enormous and imposing, let out a low growl before barreling toward him, its tusks sharp and deadly as they tore up the ground.

Arthur positioned himself, ready to counter the boar's attack, when a sharp cry split the air, and a dark shape hurtled overhead.

"BOOM!"

A cloud of dust exploded into the air, blurring everything from view. Lyra leapt from Arthur's shadow, on full alert as she waited for the dust to settle.

When it finally cleared, everyone stared, stunned by the scene before them.

The boar lay defeated, its massive head crushed, blood splattered across the ground. Standing over it was a tall, muscular woman.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Arthur's gaze fixed on her, taking in her powerful, sun-bronzed figure. Her long, toned legs radiated strength, each muscle well-defined and subtly highlighted by her smooth, tanned skin. Her dark, wild hair cascaded down her back, just grazing the top of a sleek, furry black tail that swayed with restrained energy. As she turned, her fierce, chocolate-brown face came into view, framed by two twitching wolf ears atop her head.

Her attire was minimal, enhancing her wild allure. A small, fur-made top barely concealed her breasts, leaving most of her cleavage and her sculpted abdomen exposed. Her animal-fur bottoms rested low on her hips, covering just enough to reach her muscular thighs. She exuded a captivating, raw power that was impossible to ignore.

Arthur recognized her at once: Kaela Howler, daughter of the wolf tribe chief Morrika Howler—and one of the main heroines of the game.

Arthur's mind flashed to his memories of Kaela Howler from the game. She was the daughter of Morrika Howler, the chief of the Wolf Tribe and a Guardian-level warrior—a rank equivalent to a Sword Saint among swordsmen and a Sorcerer among mages. She was the strongest warriors among all the beastmen tribes.

And Kaela, Morrika's daughter, seemed destined to follow in her footsteps. At just fifteen, she had already attained the rank of Elite Totem Warrior, a remarkable feat that set her apart. Since early childhood, Kaela had been rigorously trained by her mother; by the age of five, she was hunting her own food. Her toned muscles and tanned skin bore the marks of a life lived in the wild—a common appearance among the beastmen, a warrior race that valued strength above all else. They lived fiercely in nature, hunting to survive and thrive. Despite their often perceived "barbaric" ways, the beastmen commanded respect from other races, their strength alone enough to earn admiration.