The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne Chapter 643 Memories of the Past

"Huh? What… just happened?"

Before he could even grasp the situation, a second burst of light slashed across his neck.

His world twisted wildly in a flash, and moments later, his head thudded against the floor.

Right up to his final breath, he remained clueless that death would strike in such a bizarre manner.

His companions soon sensed the anomaly. They all whipped around toward him, freezing in horror.

Their ally lay dead—his head sliced neatly from his body.

Their eyes darted ahead. A towering, striking man with dark hair stood there. Purple eyes gleamed with a piercing, frosty stare.

"You…"

One started to utter words, yet his head flew off before he finished.

The remaining pair suffered identical ends. Heads tumbled over the ground while blood sprayed like geysers.

Nolan flicked his wrist casually, unleashing black flames that engulfed the bodies.

Within moments, the corpses crumbled to dust and faded away.

He turned toward his injured sister next. Nolan hurried to her side, pressed his right palm against the gash, and mended it.

Though the blood loss was immense, her life hung on.

"Good thing I slipped that token into her pocket. She wouldn't have made it otherwise," Nolan murmured with a heavy exhale.

He fished into his sister's dress pocket and retrieved a black token, small as his thumb.

Abruptly, the token split apart—then fragmented completely. It had been a life-preserving talisman charged with his chaos power.

During their earlier dance, he had secretly tucked it into her pocket as a safeguard against any mishap. That choice had paid off splendidly. His sister lived.

Tenderly, he scooped her up into his arms, then fixed his stare on the passed-out Aldrian.

A chill flickered in his gaze, gone in a heartbeat.

The next second, Nolan and Seira vanished from sight.

…

"Where am I? Why's it all pitch black?"

Seira's eyes fluttered open to utter darkness. Not a single ray pierced the void, as though shadows had devoured everything.

"Am I… dead?" she pondered.

The memory of Aldrian's blade piercing her flooded back.

She'd never dreamed Aldrian would betray her like that.

Yet reflecting on it, her own harsh treatment had pushed him over the edge into that shocking act.

No love, however profound, endures forever without reciprocation.

Still, Seira harbored no regrets. She had never harbored any feelings for Aldrian from the start.

Thus, she couldn't fully fault him. Just a touch of sorrow for dying so young.

At least in her last instants, she had glimpsed her cherished little brother.

Suddenly, a faint light sparked like a firefly.

Seira jolted, her gaze instinctively tracking it with subtle wonder.

The glow ascended, swelling bigger and bigger until it burst, banishing the surrounding gloom instantly.

Seira shielded her face with her arms hastily. Soon the glare dimmed, then vanished entirely.

"Seira, what are you doing?"

A voice rang out ahead, so recognizable it sent her heart racing.

She whipped her head around to see her father there, beaming softly.

He appeared far younger than in her memories.

"Father?" she ventured uncertainly.

Oddly, something seemed off. This man evoked her father from her childhood days.

"Why so silent? Did your mother reprimand you again?" Ragan inquired gently, tousling her hair.

"Scolded by Mother…?" Seira echoed blankly.

Ragan sighed deeply, rose, and pulled Seira upright.

Then it hit her—her body had shrunk smaller.

Astonishment and incredulity twisted her features.

"Did I… travel back in time?" she breathed, eyes bulging.

Nothing else fit.

"Come on, don't dwell on it. Your mother sometimes loses her temper. Oh, and Isabella just delivered twins—a boy and a girl. Want to meet them?"

Ragan's announcement left Seira dumbfounded anew. Those opposite-sex twins meant Elina and Nolan.

Before she replied, Ragan seized her hand and tugged her to Isabella's chambers.

At Isabella's quarters, Maya and Miya welcomed them.

Ragan guided Seira inside, where the scene froze her in place.

Isabella reclined on the bed, utterly spent from childbirth, her vitality sapped away.

Spotting them, Isabella lifted her weary lids slowly and grinned.

"Welcome. Glad you're here, Seira. Care to meet your new siblings?"

Seira nibbled her lip, forcing a rigid smile.

"They're right there—take a peek. They're delicate, so handle with care, okay?"

Isabella gestured leftward. A crib of moderate size held two precious infants.

Ragan lingered by Isabella to tend her, as Seira approached the crib quietly.

The pair were Elina and Nolan, unmistakably.

Seira's eyes landed on Elina first. The infant wailed fiercely, wriggling nonstop.

Bald, even without brows, yet irresistibly cute.

Nolan contrasted sharply, serene in slumber, undisturbed by the world.

But sensing her, his lids quivered then parted gradually.

Those sapphire-like purple eyes seemed otherworldly.

"Woaahh…"

A gentle coo bubbled from him as his tiny fists waved at Seira.

Unthinkingly, Seira offered her index finger. Nolan latched on firmly.

"Woaahh…"

"Hahaha! He's taken a shine to you, dear," Ragan boomed with laughter. "Unlike with me—he bawls every time I pick him up, like he hates my guts."

He sighed mournfully, drawing a chuckle from Seira.

"Maybe you look too intimidating, Father," she teased.

Ragan: "..."

"What names did you pick for these cuties?" Seira inquired, toying with the beaming, gurgling Nolan.

"Isabella chose them. Girl's Elina, boy's Nolan."

"Elina and Nolan—lovely choices," Seira whispered, her grin broadening.

She peered into Nolan's violet depths tenderly. Abruptly, a full name emerged in her thoughts.

"Nolan… Frey…"

Boom!

Thunder crashed above, jolting Seira into a startle.

Frantically scanning, she found herself elsewhere—no longer in the room.

She stood in an enigmatic locale. Shadows loomed, pierced by skyscrapers ablaze with lights on each level.

Torrents of rain hammered down without mercy, thunder rumbling ceaselessly.

Worst of all loomed a demolished black sedan, wreathed in savage flames.

Onlookers clustered nearby, but Seira's form drifted forward involuntarily.

The crowd parted automatically, clearing her path.

Reaching the forefront at last, she turned to ice.

A man sprawled senseless, limbs twisted horrifically. His features stayed pristine, instantly known to Seira.

"Nolan…"

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Author's Note: Time flies—a whole month gone already. Huge thanks for your support!

Keep backing me next month too; the tale ramps up with thrills and twists ahead!