An Extra’s Rise in an Eroge

Chapter 212: Heartwood Forest

The teleportation circle glowed brilliantly, surrounding Arthur, Alicia, and Cedric in blinding light as their bodies were pulled through space. The sensation was almost instant—one moment, they were in Cheasall City, and the next, they were stepping onto the cold stone platform of Nando City's Magic Tower.

Arthur barely flinched.

His Space Affinity made teleportation feel as natural as breathing. But the same couldn't be said for Alicia and Cedric.

Alicia staggered slightly, one hand pressing against her stomach as she took a deep breath. Cedric, on the other hand, looked far worse, his face pale as he leaned against a nearby column.

"Ugh…" Cedric groaned, clutching his forehead. "Every damn time… I swear these teleportations are getting rougher."

"Quit whining, Ced," Arthur said, jabbing a finger at him. "You look like a kid who can't handle a carnival ride.

Before Cedric could retort, a robed attendant approached, carrying a silver tray with three small cups filled with a pale blue liquid.

"Dear noble guests," the attendant said with a respectful bow, "please drink this. It will help ease the effects of teleportation."

Without hesitation, Arthur picked up a cup and took a sip—cool, refreshing, and slightly minty. Alicia and Cedric followed, and within seconds, the nausea and dizziness faded away.

Cedric sighed in relief. "Damn… I should've just asked for this first instead of suffering."

Arthur grinned. "Or you could just get used to it."

Cedric rolled his eyes but didn't argue.

Exiting the Magic Tower, they stepped into the city's bustling streets, the air crisp with the scent of damp earth and fresh timber. Nando City was the last major settlement before Heartwood Forest, known for its wood exports and beast-hunting guilds.

Waiting just outside the Magic Tower gates was a large entourage of knights—heavy cavalry, donned in thick steel armor, their banners fluttering in the morning breeze. The sheer number of knights gathered made them look less like an escort and more like a battle-ready battalion.

One of them, standing at the front, dismounted from his warhorse and approached with a firm salute.

"Greetings, young master Cedric," he said in a strong voice. "I am Knight Captain Raoul, assigned to escort you through Heartwood Forest."

Arthur's gaze swept over the knights—warhorses armored in reinforced barding, soldiers carrying enchanted weapons, and a disciplined formation that spoke of battlefield experience.