Reborn As An Extra : I'm gonna mess up everything

Normally, healers aren't skilled in combat or defense. Only a few are capable of fighting while healing, and those rare ones, And only priests or saintesses—are usually gifted with light magic, which grants them high defense. Scarce, however, was none of these. She lacked both the strength to defend herself and the awareness to sense danger. 

She might have survived if she had even the slightest idea of what Esdeath was planning. But it was too late. Her life had ended abruptly, and her body was disposed of so quickly and cleanly that no one had any idea what had just happened. 

Esdeath, unfazed by the gruesome act, used Scarce's bath to wash the blood off her body. The warm water ran red as it rinsed away the evidence of her brutal deed. Once she was clean, she calmly changed into a set of clothes she found in Scarce's room. 

Her new outfit was striking—oversized red-tinted sunglasses hid her sharp eyes, adding a layer of mystery. Her deep crimson lips curled into a confident, almost smug smile. She wore a high-neck black top that fit snugly around her slender neck and shoulders, paired with a flowing red dress that moved gracefully with her every step. The vivid red fabric stood out sharply against her pale skin, making her seem both elegant and dangerous. 

Silver cross-shaped earrings dangled from her ears, swaying faintly as she moved. A delicate silver chain rested around her neck.

Esdeath glanced at Maruti and firmly told her to change out of her tracksuit, suggesting it would be better to wear something else. However, Maruti stubbornly shook her head, crossing her arms as she replied, "This tracksuit is way more comfortable. I'm not changing." Her tone was casual, but her stubbornness was clear. Esdeath sighed, deciding not to argue further. 

After Esdeath finished changing into her new attire, they turned their attention to the silver coins that maruti had given scarce as payment earlier. Without hesitation, they collected every single one of them. However, when it came to Scarce's own money and her stash of healing-type essence stones, Esdeath didn't even touch them. 

Why?

Of course, they're valuable. But that's exactly why they can't take them, If Scarce's disappearance ever leads to an investigation, and they discover her money and essence stones are missing, it won't just be a mystery anymore—it'll turn into a case of theft. Once that happens, they'll dig deeper, and they don't need anyone poking around unnecessarily." 

That's why it was better to avoid trouble before it finds you.

With that, Esdeath and Maruti stepped out of the room, leaving the silence behind as the lively atmosphere of the bustling city greeted them. The capital was alive under the warm rays of the sun, its streets crowded with countless people. Most were humans, but here and there, you could spot elves with their elegant features and dwarfs carrying heavy tools and goods. The air was filled with overlapping voices—merchants advertising their goods, children laughing, and the faint melodies of street performers. 

Maruti's eyes sparkled as she took it all in, her smile widening until her cheeks hurt. "Now *this* is what we call a fantasy world!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with excitement. Her eyes glistened, overwhelmed by the sheer beauty and liveliness of the scene before her. 

Esdeath glanced at her with a faint smirk. "Don't get too carried away. We're late already," she said, her voice carrying a sharp edge of urgency. 

Realizing the truth of her words, Maruti nodded, and the two began their journey through the bustling streets. 

As they walked, they passed by numerous shops lined up on both sides of the wide cobblestone road. The vibrant banners flapped gently in the breeze, and the scent of fresh bread and roasted meats wafted through the air. Merchants called out loudly, their voices competing with each other to draw attention.