The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist Chapter 411 - 412 : A Tool
Previously on The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist...
As soon as the voice resounded through the training hall—
Victoria's face turned grim in a flash.
The blazing fury in her crimson eyes lingered... yet transformed. Irritation swiftly overtook the rage, her temper visibly worsening as though a loathed bug had buzzed right into sight.
She released Kaelith's face without further hesitation.
Kaelith lurched forward and dropped to one knee, gulping air in frantic heaves while the dark blue energy that had been consuming her very being scattered into dimming specks of light. Scorch scars etched her skin, and her soul quivered from the lingering shock.
The whole hall stayed twisted under Victoria's murderous aura.
Then—
Space crumpled inward.
Right at the heart of the training hall, reality warped like flowing glass. Demonic power converged—thick, primordial, commanding. A presence manifested, not with brute force, but with total inevitability.
A towering form gradually took shape from the coiling shadows.
A man.
Handsome beyond mortal comprehension.
Silver-white hair streamed behind him like flickering flames, golden eyes projecting absolute supremacy. Twin obsidian horns swept upward from his brow, declaring his royal lineage beyond doubt.
The atmosphere itself yielded to him.
Even the fractured floor steadied beneath his feet.
No mere demon was this.
This was Dorian Arachnis—the freshly enthroned King of the Demon Realm. A sovereign whose rise quelled centuries of demonic infighting, bolstered by dread alliances.
And—
Kaelith’s fiancé.
A betrothal directly approved between him and the Supreme Commander of the Fallen Angels...
Belial.
Dorian's eyes settled on Victoria.
Cold.
Displeased.
"How dare you attempt to destroy my property?"
Royal command laced his voice—not wrath, but sheer possession.
Victoria turned slowly to face him, crimson gaze locking with golden.
Silence hung heavy between them.
Then—
A mocking smirk curled her lips.
Provocative.
Perilous.
"What exactly are you planning to do about it?"
The instant after—
BOOM.
Their auras exploded outward together.
Demonic majesty collided with Victoria’s cursed power. The training hall howled as walls burst apart, huge pillars crumbled to powder, and the roof cracked wide from unseen shockwaves ripping the building.
Oppressive force bore down from all sides.
Servants throughout the castle crumpled at once.
Far-off guards slumped into unconsciousness.
Power clashed against power.
Neither gave ground.
Neither backed away.
Deadlocked balance.
Dorian let out a soft sigh.
"Stop."
His voice stayed even.
"This is pointless."
His golden eyes narrowed sharply.
"You and I both understand... if this becomes a real battle, the outcome is already decided."
Victoria’s murderous intent swelled higher. Reality twisted around her boots as the floor liquefied under tainted energy.
Her grin stretched wider.
"We won’t know... until we actually fight."
Dorian tapped a finger to his chin in thought.
"Hm. You are correct."
A lazy smile crossed his face.
"But unlike you, I rule a whole realm. I avoid futile fights without gain."
He waved a hand loosely between Victoria and Kaelith.
"And frankly... I stand far above the two of you."
His aura throbbed gently, regal power radiating outward.
"After all... I am the King of the Demon Realm."
Victoria burst into laughter.
Loud.
Unbridled.
Savage mirth rang through the wrecked hall.
"You speak as if that throne was won through your own strength."
Mockery shone in her eyes.
"When everyone knows you crawled before Belial for support. Without him forcing the Six Demon Dukes into submission, you would still be fighting for scraps."
For a split second—
Dorian's poise faltered.
Fury flickered over his features.
Veins throbbed at his temple.
’Control yourself.’
’Soon enough... she will kneel too.’
His face regained composure instantly.
"A poor attempt at provocation."
He crossed his arms.
"Belial and I made a mutually beneficial agreement. He fulfills his promises—so do I."
His gaze moved to Kaelith.
Possessive.
Calculated.
"And that agreement includes my marriage to Princess Kaelith. I will not permit harm to come to her."
Kaelith stared at him with obvious revulsion.
Victoria tsked sharply.
"Tch. Disgusting."
Her eyes went vacant.
"If Belial hadn’t promised me the locations of my remaining soul fragments... I would have absorbed her long ago."
She faced Dorian once more.
"So take care of her well, Demon King Dorian Arachnis."
Her smile turned horrifying.
"Because eventually... she will become part of me."
Then her face changed again.
Something more sinister emerged.
Killing intent poured forth.
"But first..."
Her tone dropped to a lethal murmur.
"I’m in an exceptionally bad mood."
"So I will go torture a foolish man... who believes I belong to him."
Dorian's eyes widened a fraction.
'Someone dares to claim her as his property?'
'Whatever idiot that is... he's doomed already.'
Before Dorian could probe any deeper—
CRACK.
Crimson energy burst forth explosively.
Victoria launched skyward like an inverted shooting star. The roof shattered violently as she streaked into the heavens.
Quiet descended in her wake.
Dust drifted down gradually.
Dorian released a deep sigh, massaging his temple.
"Someone's on the verge of regretting their very existence."
He gazed up at the ravaged sky.
"That woman is utterly untamable."
A subtle annoyance flickered across his expression.
"I genuinely wonder why Belial keeps putting up with her. Is there a secret I'm unaware of? I'll dig into it soon."
With Victoria's abrupt exit, the ruined training hall plunged into hush, chunks of rock still tumbling from the fractured ceiling. Traces of potent energy hung thick in the air, reminiscent of a storm's devastating aftermath.
Kaelith gradually hauled herself to her feet. Her breaths came steady now, but lingering shivers coursed through her frame from the prior soul-crushing pressure.
Ignoring the wreckage surrounding her, she pivoted and headed for the chamber's doorway. Her footsteps reverberated faintly over the battered ground.
Then—
Dorian's voice drifted from behind.
Even.
Languid.
"Watch yourself near her."
A brief silence hung.
"That bitch is deranged."
His voice grew a touch firmer.
"Push her too hard... and she'll end you without a second thought."
Kaelith halted.
Her shoulders tensed rigidly.
Deliberately, she spun back to face him.
Disdain blazed openly in her shadowed gaze.
"I don't want your phony worry."
Her tone cut like ice.
"Quit the act."
Her stare intensified.
"You honestly believe I don't see through you yet?"
Her mouth twisted faintly.
"Revolting scum. Same as all the trash in this damned hole."
For an instant—
Dorian blinked.
A peculiar flush tinged his cheeks next.
A sly grin spread as he ran his tongue over his lips, clearly entertained.
"Hey... no need to flatter me so."
He let out a low chuckle.
"But I was serious."
His golden gaze tightened a bit.
"You're still useful to me. So avoid pointless death."
Before Kaelith could retort—
His form broke apart into shimmering motes.
Vanished.
In a blink.
Hush enveloped the space again.
Just Kaelith...
And the Fallen Angel envoy lingered amid the wreckage.
The Fallen Angel remained rooted by the entrance, still reeling from the earlier aura onslaught. He refrained from stirring. Refrained from heavy breaths.
Then—
Kaelith's hand balled into a fist.
BOOM.
Her strike crashed into a fractured wall nearby, reducing the leftover framework to powder in a flash.
Her restraint crumbled.
"They all see me as nothing but a tool!"
Her shout thundered through the air.
"Something to exploit... and toss aside at whim!"
She hammered again.
The ground cracked open under her assault, fissures racing outward like webbed veins.
"I'll slaughter them..."
Fury quaked in her words.
"I'll butcher every last one of those swine!"
She lashed out once more.
Columns of stone toppled.
Rubble flew in all directions.
The Fallen Angel gulped soundlessly.
'This is awful...'
'Truly awful...'
Wiser than to meddle, he inched backward toward the exit—step after cautious step, utterly quiet, aiming to slip away unnoticed.
He neared the threshold—
"You."
That word chilled his essence.
"Halt."
His frame seized halfway through the motion.
Icy sweat drenched his spine.
With rigid slowness, he pivoted and knelt on one knee.
"Y-Your Highness..."
"How may I serve?"
Kaelith loomed amid the chaos, her bosom heaving fiercely.
Her wrath persisted—
Yet underneath simmered more.
Pressing need.
Raw despair.
Her command sliced through the ruin.
"That man... Lucifer."
Her gaze blazed fiercely.
"Where is he at this moment?"
"Give me his whereabouts."