The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist Chapter 410 - 411 : A Bold and Infuriating Claim
Previously on The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist...
The Fallen Angel dropped to one knee, wings clenched tightly against his back, quivering faintly.
The immense training hall grew oppressively stifling. Since Victoria's eyes had locked onto him, his heart had raced wildly out of bounds.
It thundered in his chest like a furious battle drum, every beat dragging on endlessly. His mouth parched, beads of sweat formed at his temples and trickled down his cheek.
He gulped heavily.
Victoria loomed before him as a quiet disaster. Her red eyes shimmered softly, showing no hint of patience or pity.
"Are you going to speak... or what?"
Her tone stayed soft, nearly idle—yet the deadly intent lurking in those words crushed down on the Fallen Angel like a unseen peak. The atmosphere thickened, making each breath a struggle.
The Fallen Angel bowed his head even lower right away, terror squeezing his words.
"My Lady... j-just recently we went to the location you entrusted us with—the place where you ordered us to first locate the Evil Spawn and then destroy the town along with everyone living there."
Victoria let out a soft hum, as if recollecting some trivial matter.
"Ah... yes. I vaguely remember sending a trio of Fallen there."
Her fingers drummed gently on her arm. "I assumed three of you would be more than enough."
Her gaze turned piercing in an instant.
"Are you one of them?"
"Yes... my Lady."
Her stare slid over him slowly—icy, appraising.
"I see."
A subtle smile curved her lips.
"Then it seems you failed to execute my orders."
Her voice softened to a perilous whisper.
"Considering only you have returned... I assume the other two were incompetent enough to get themselves killed."
The Fallen Angel's frame went rigid.
Blue divine energy abruptly swirled around Victoria’s arm, compressing swiftly—thick enough to distort the space nearby. Fissures raced across the adjacent walls as pure force built up.
"So tell me... why should I keep a failure like you alive?"
The Fallen Angel’s pupils contracted sharply.
Death loomed right in front of him.
"My Lady, wait!"
His voice cracked under surging panic.
"We were following your orders and clearing the trash that had become a hindrance to our mission—but someone interfered!"
Victoria’s killing intent kept mounting, her face unmoved.
"Someone... named Lucifer."
The energy on her arm wavered.
Just a bit.
A shiver ran through her fingers.
Lucifer.
The name reverberated in her thoughts.
Memories flooded in—the instant of her awakening, agony, chains of divine forging, shards of her broken soul howling as they merged. And looming over everything—
Hephaestus’ voice.
Proud. Arrogant. Boasting that he forged the perfect weapon for someone called Lucifer.
Her teeth clenched gradually.
’That cursed god...’
She hadn't forgotten her oath.
’I will torture and murder that bastard with my own hands if he survives.’
Her crimson eyes dropped back to the kneeling Fallen.
The killing intent surrounding her chilled further.
"What... did he say to you?"
The Fallen Angel ventured to lift his head a touch, though his gaze stayed far from hers.
"My Lady... that Lucifer was extremely arrogant—and unbelievably powerful. He killed my two comrades within seconds."
His words hesitated.
Victoria’s tone cut like a blade.
"And?"
"Speak."
The Fallen Angel mustered all his bravery.
"He told me to deliver a message..."
Silence enveloped the hall.
Even Kaelith observed in quiet now.
The Fallen Angel pressed on.
"He said... your owner has arrived. So you should act like a good weapon and return to him... before he has to beat some manners into you."
As soon as the words escaped, he pressed his forehead to the ground, shaking violently while awaiting death.
The hall plunged into utter quiet.
Then—
Something shifted.
Victoria’s face stiffened.
And gradually... contorted.
Raw hatred surged across her features.
Her aura exploded outward.
The whole hall quaked fiercely. Walls splintered, pillars shattered, and the floor cracked under her as murderous rage stormed forth.
Her crimson eyes blazed with horrifying wrath.
"Owner...?"
Her voice quivered with fury.
"That fool dares...?"
A icy grin stretched over her lips.
"First, I will rip apart that man who believes I belong to anyone."
Her voice sank to a horrifying murmur.
"But I will not grant him death so easily."
The very air turned frigid.
"I will make every moment of his existence unbearable. Every breath he takes will become suffering. Every heartbeat agony... until—"
Her eyes flashed with insanity.
"He begs me himself... to kill him."
Victoria's killing intent kept surging wildly through the training hall like a savage tempest. Fissures raced along the walls, stone columns creaking beneath unseen force while the kneeling Fallen Angel shook fiercely, hardly managing to stay aware.
And then—
Laughter rang out.
Booming.
Wild.
Totally inappropriate.
Victoria's face stiffened.
Her head whipped around in an instant, murderous aura blasting outward like a bursting star.
Her red eyes locked onto—
Kaelith.
The Fallen Princess stood nearby, laughing—not courteously, not warily, but truly entertained. The peals filled the wrecked hall.
Victoria's aura lashed out fiercely at her.
Crushing force slammed down on Kaelith. The floor under her cracked open, her legs quaking hard as though she might crumple.
Then—
Kaelith's aura exploded forth.
A shadowy silver force surged from her form, smashing straight into Victoria's killing intent. Space warped at the clash point, tremors sweeping the hall.
Victoria's eyes slitted with menace.
"What the hell is so funny to you?"
Her tone dripped with fury.
"Do you think I’m joking around?"
Kaelith's legs buckled under the immense pressure bearing down. She staggered back step after step—
But she grinned.
A subtle, taunting grin.
"Yeah... it’s funny to me."
Her breaths came harder.
"The funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time."
Her knees hit the floor hard.
Yet—
She chuckled lightly.
"Someone calling you a tool... and threatening to straighten you out if you don’t obey."
She raised her eyes against the smothering weight.
"That man must really be something."
Victoria's look turned stormy at once.
In the blink of an eye—
She materialized in front of Kaelith.
No motion.
No shift.
Pure appearance.
Her hand lifted deliberately, her words turning poisonous.
"Pretty bold of you to laugh... knowing that if he is coming for me—"
Her gaze gleamed icy.
"He will come for you as well."
Kaelith offered no fight.
No rebuttal.
Just a soft smile.
"I don’t care."
Her voice stayed low.
"I have no reason to live anyway."
Victoria hesitated.
For a split moment, an odd flicker passed over her features.
Then she tsked.
"Tch. How boring."
Her stare filled with revulsion.
"And to think a fragment of me resides within something so pathetic."
Her voice cut sharper with malice.
"A discarded princess used as nothing more than a political pawn by that so-called father of yours."
She bent in closer.
"Alive only because you’re useful."
Her eyes went blank.
Icy.
Remote.
"Perhaps I should destroy this body right now... and absorb you instead."
Kaelith shut her eyes.
She put up no resistance.
No begging.
She embraced it.
Victoria seized her face roughly.
Dark blue power burst from her hand, swallowing Kaelith whole. Agony ripped through her as the force pierced her very being.
Kaelith cried out.
Her aura faltered.
The hall quaked fiercely—
Then—
Lightning tore the heavens over the castle.
A thunderous boom resounded across existence.
And a voice boomed down.
Unquestionable.
Crushing.
Dominating all creation.
"Stop. Immediately, Victoria—and get your hands off her."
The force halted everything.
A stillness.
Then—
"Or there will be consequences."