The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 642 Killing Seira

"Kill… Seira?"

Aldrian had never once dreamed the decision would land squarely on his shoulders.

His love for Seira ran profoundly deep. How could he ever force himself to commit such an act?

Yet refusing meant his own death. The terror of perishing and fading from all memory chilled him to the bone—particularly with his destined path of greatness ahead.

Even so, paralysis gripped him. Face drained of color and twisted in panic, he stuttered, "C-Can you change the terms? I… I just can't do that to Seira!"

Regrettably, the man shook his head in denial.

"That's your sole option. If you pass, so be it—but get ready to exit this world. Plus, my payout is massive. No way I'd ditch it for some ethical nonsense," the man shot back, voice laced with amusement.

Icy sweat trickled down Aldrian's brow and neck. Desperate pleas bubbled up, but he knew they'd fall on deaf ears.

The crushing bind between affection and self-preservation strangled his breath.

'What now? Survival calls to me, yet slaying Seira is impossible. She's my white moonlight, the dream I've chased for years,' he murmured inwardly, throat tightening.

Suddenly, a sly whisper invaded his thoughts.

"Why grip her so tightly? She plainly doesn't care for you, Aldrian Lyren. Your existence matters more. End her, and safety is yours."

Aldrian's eyes bulged wide. Fury ignited, and he snarled mentally, 'Be quiet! Seira adores me! She simply wasn't prepared for engagement with you!'

"Stop deluding yourself. Reality says she feels nothing for you." The voice slithered back, thick with scorn. "Recall her rejection of your proposal? She menaced your kin afterward and acted with impunity. That's your idea of love? Madness has claimed you, Aldrian Lyren."

Speechless this time, Aldrian fell mute. His gaze turned vacant as Seira's resolute refusal replayed in his mind.

Once, he'd persuaded himself it stemmed from her timidity, certain his persistence would win her over.

But had that held any truth?

These recent days, he'd exhausted every tactic to spark her love.

His rewards? Nothing but icy glares and outright loathing.

Did that qualify as love?

Doubt clawed at Aldrian's core for the very first time.

"Why grasp at illusions, Aldrian Lyren? Slay her, secure your life. The crown and riches meant for you won't slip to your conniving brothers and sisters," the voice tempted smoothly.

Aldrian stayed quiet, torment carving deep lines on his features.

Shortly after, his face smoothed into resolve. Turning to Seira, he murmured gently, "Don't fear. I won't harm you. Believe in me."

Seira's brow furrowed as she eyed him warily, then offered a hesitant nod.

Doubt lingered, though. Instinct warned her Aldrian might betray that promise.

While she hesitated, debating retreat, Aldrian exploded forward at blinding speed.

Startled, Seira failed to evade, frozen in dread as the knife plunged into her.

Scrk!

The razor-sharp blade ripped through her right abdomen, emerging from her back.

Shock exploded in Seira's eyes. Agony seized her voice before it could escape.

"Aldrian… you…"

Crimson blood seeped from her lips, scorching her throat.

Aldrian froze solid. Dismay flooded his expression as he gaped at his hand and the dagger buried in Seira's gut.

"W… What have I done!?"

His scream echoed as he reeled backward several paces.

"I… I stabbed you! How could this happen!?"

Tremors wracked both hands. His thoughts blanked out, the deed feeling utterly alien.

Seira's vitality ebbed away fast. She crumpled to the floor, breaths ragged and faint, sight dimming.

Regret tore at her. Had she not blindly trailed Arkash into this snare, disaster would've passed her by.

Had she listened to her brother's caution, she wouldn't bleed out here.

'Nolan,' she rasped weakly. 'Forgive… me.'

Her lids drooped shut, respiration fading to whispers.

Aldrian gawked vacantly at Seira's still form. He'd ended her—deliberately.

"Hahaha! Never thought he'd actually go through with it!"

The man's laughter pierced the oppressive quiet around Aldrian.

"Hahaha! Figured he'd pull some heroic stunt, but nope," the one on his right mocked.

The rest piled on, their cackles ringing like a feast over Aldrian's downfall.

Aldrian's eyes blazed crimson, fixed on them with lethal rage.

"You…" he snarled, volume surging. "I'll ensure you all perish this night!"

Guilt over Seira or their jeers—it didn't matter. Bloodlust consumed him entirely.

Knife aloft, he slashed at the central figure.

Effortlessly, the man batted the weapon away.

Aldrian flew backward, crashing brutally against the wall.

Dazed from the blow, lacking real power, consciousness fled him at once.

"Hoaam…" The central man yawned indifferently. "Way too dull. Zero fight, pure tedium."

He eyed his crew and issued a command.

"You lot wrap this up. I'm craving beer and entertainment."

With that, he spun on his heel and departed. His four allies shared looks, then dipped their heads in agreement.

Noble slayings dotted their record across the lands, but royalty? Uncharted territory.

Thrills awaited.

"I'll take the girl. Doesn't look fully gone," the right-hand man declared.

No protests rose; they yielded the path.

Drawn inexorably to Seira's stunning allure, he advanced.

No beauty like hers had ever graced his sight. Filthy urges stirred.

Grinning with lust, he extended a hand toward her bosom.

Yet before closing within five centimeters, a subtle black gleam erupted.

His hand severed clean, gore erupting wildly.

Stunned bewilderment warped the man's features.

"Huh? What… just happened?"