The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist

Chapter 410 - 411 : A Bold and Infuriating Claim

The Fallen Angel knelt on one knee, his wings folded tightly behind his back, trembling ever so slightly.

The vast training hall felt suffocating. Ever since Victoria’s gaze had fallen upon him, his heartbeat had spiraled completely out of control.

It pounded against his chest like a raging war drum, each second stretching longer than the last. His throat went dry, sweat gathering along his temples before slowly sliding down his face.

He swallowed hard.

Victoria stood before him like a silent calamity. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly, reflecting neither patience nor mercy.

"Are you going to speak... or what?"

Her voice was quiet, almost lazy—yet the killing intent hidden beneath those words pressed down upon the Fallen Angel like an invisible mountain. The air itself grew heavy, breathing becoming difficult.

The Fallen Angel immediately lowered his head further, fear tightening his voice.

"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 hummed faintly, as though trying to recall something insignificant.

"Ah... yes. I vaguely remember sending a trio of Fallen there."

Her fingers tapped lightly against her arm. "I assumed three of you would be more than enough."

Her eyes sharpened suddenly.

"Are you one of them?"

"Yes... my Lady."

Her gaze slowly traveled over him—cold, evaluating.

"I see."

A faint smile appeared on her lips.

"Then it seems you failed to execute my orders."

Her tone became dangerously soft.

"Considering only you have returned... I assume the other two were incompetent enough to get themselves killed."

The Fallen Angel’s body stiffened.

Blue divine energy suddenly began gathering around Victoria’s arm, condensing rapidly—dense enough to warp space itself. Cracks spread along the nearby walls as raw power accumulated.

"So tell me... why should I keep a failure like you alive?"

The Fallen Angel’s pupils shrank.

Death stood directly before him.

"My Lady, wait!"

His voice broke as panic overtook him.

"We were following your orders and clearing the trash that had become a hindrance to our mission—but someone interfered!"

Victoria’s killing intent continued to build, her expression unchanged.

"Someone... named Lucifer."

The energy around her arm flickered.

Just slightly.

A tremor passed through her fingers.

Lucifer.

The name echoed inside her mind.

Memories surged forth—the moment of her awakening, pain, chains of divine forging, fragments of her shattered soul screaming as they were fused together. And above it all—

Hephaestus’ voice.

Proud. Arrogant. Declaring that he had created the ultimate weapon for someone named Lucifer.

Her teeth slowly ground together.

’That accursed god...’

She still remembered her vow.

’I will torture and murder that bastard with my own hands if he survives.’

Her crimson gaze lowered once more toward the kneeling Fallen.

The killing intent around her grew colder.

"What... did he say to you?"

The Fallen Angel dared to raise his head slightly, though his eyes never reached hers.

"My Lady... that Lucifer was extremely arrogant—and unbelievably powerful. He killed my two comrades within seconds."

His voice faltered.

Victoria’s tone sharpened instantly.

"And?"

"Speak."

The Fallen Angel gathered every ounce of courage he possessed.

"He told me to deliver a message..."

Silence filled the hall.

Even Kaelith watched quietly now.

The Fallen Angel continued.

"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."

The moment the words left his mouth, he lowered his head completely, his body trembling as he waited for death.

The hall fell deathly silent.

Then—

Something changed.

Victoria’s expression froze.

And slowly... twisted.

Pure hatred flooded her face.

Her aura erupted.

The entire hall shook violently. Walls cracked, pillars fractured, and the ground split beneath her feet as murderous intent poured outward like a raging storm.

Her crimson eyes burned with terrifying fury.

"Owner...?"

Her voice trembled with rage.

"That fool dares...?"

A chilling smile spread across her lips.

"First, I will tear apart that man who believes I belong to anyone."

Her voice dropped into a terrifying whisper.

"But I will not grant him death so easily."

The air itself seemed to freeze.

"I will make every moment of his existence unbearable. Every breath he takes will become suffering. Every heartbeat agony... until—"

Her eyes gleamed with madness.

"He begs me himself... to kill him."

Victoria’s murderous aura continued raging across the training hall like an uncontrollable storm. Cracks spread across the walls, stone pillars groaning under invisible pressure as the kneeling Fallen Angel trembled violently, barely able to remain conscious.

And then—

A laugh echoed.

Loud.

Unrestrained.

Completely out of place.

Victoria’s expression froze.

Her head snapped backward instantly, killing intent exploding outward like a detonating star.

Her crimson gaze landed upon—

Kaelith.

The Princess of the Fallen stood a short distance away, laughing—not politely, not cautiously, but genuinely amused. The sound echoed throughout the shattered hall.

Victoria’s aura surged violently toward her.

An overwhelming pressure crashed down upon Kaelith. The ground beneath her feet cracked, her knees trembling violently as if she would collapse.

Then—

Kaelith’s own aura erupted.

A dark silver pressure burst outward from her body, colliding head-on with Victoria’s killing intent. The air distorted where their powers met, shockwaves rippling through the hall.

Victoria’s eyes narrowed dangerously.

"What the hell is so funny to you?"

Her voice carried pure rage.

"Do you think I’m joking around?"

Kaelith’s legs continued trembling under the overwhelming force pressing against her. She was pushed back step by step—

Yet she smiled.

A faint, mocking smile.

"Yeah... it’s funny to me."

Her breathing grew heavier.

"The funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time."

Her knees finally slammed against the ground.

Still—

She laughed softly.

"Someone calling you a tool... and threatening to straighten you out if you don’t obey."

She lifted her gaze despite the crushing pressure.

"That man must really be something."

Victoria’s expression darkened instantly.

In the next moment—

She appeared before Kaelith.

No movement.

No transition.

Just presence.

Her hand rose slowly, her voice turning venomous.

"Pretty bold of you to laugh... knowing that if he is coming for me—"

Her eyes glowed coldly.

"He will come for you as well."

Kaelith didn’t resist.

Didn’t argue.

She simply smiled faintly.

"I don’t care."

Her voice was quiet.

"I have no reason to live anyway."

Victoria paused.

For a brief second, something unreadable crossed her face.

Then she clicked her tongue.

"Tch. How boring."

Her gaze turned disgusted.

"And to think a fragment of me resides within something so pathetic."

Her tone sharpened cruelly.

"A discarded princess used as nothing more than a political pawn by that so-called father of yours."

She leaned closer.

"Alive only because you’re useful."

Her eyes turned empty.

Cold.

Detached.

"Perhaps I should destroy this body right now... and absorb you instead."

Kaelith closed her eyes.

She didn’t resist.

Didn’t plead.

Accepted it.

Victoria grabbed her face violently.

Dark blue energy erupted from her palm, engulfing Kaelith instantly. Pain tore through her body as the energy invaded her existence itself.

Kaelith screamed.

Her aura destabilized.

The hall trembled violently—

Then—

Lightning split the sky above the castle.

A deafening crack echoed through reality.

And a voice descended.

Absolute.

Overwhelming.

Commanding existence itself.

"Stop. Immediately, Victoria—and get your hands off her."

The pressure froze everything.

A pause.

Then—

"Or there will be consequences."