The Useless Extra Knows It All....But Does He?

Elsewhere, far beneath the dungeon's facade, the air was heavier—choked with corrupted mana and silence.

A cloaked figure knelt within a hidden cavern, the red glow of twisted ley lines casting warped shadows on the stone. Jagged runes throbbed across the floor, pulsating like an open wound in the world's mana stream. Whispers of ancient, forbidden incantations echoed faintly through the chamber, like ghosts trapped in time.

In his gloved hand hovered a dark communication crystal, pulsing faintly like a living eye. It shimmered with unstable energy, flickering between shades of crimson and violet.

The crystal pulsed, then a voice echoed from it—low, cold, and hollow.

"Report."

The traitor bowed deeper, forehead nearly brushing the cursed stone beneath him.

"Sabotage is in place, my lord. By tomorrow, the regulators will fail. Beasts will frenzy. The failsafes on student wristbands will not activate. The dungeon will devolve into chaos."

The crystal throbbed, its glow intensifying like a beating heart.

"And the Blood Crystal?"

The traitor's fingers tensed. He reached into the folds of his cloak and slowly withdrew a jagged gem—blood-red, almost alive, pulsing with dark intent. The Blood Crystal hummed with unstable power, leaking faint threads of corruption into the air.

"It is here. Unused."

"Use it."

A pause. A flicker of fear.

"My lord... that would cause massive destabilization. The magic grid will fracture. The entire illusion may collapse. It could draw suspicion—"

"Do. As. You. Are. Told."

The voice grew sharp, coated in barely-contained rage. The crystal crackled violently, black veins of energy splintering through its surface. It screamed with pressure, threatening to explode.

The traitor dropped to both knees, chest heaving.

"I will obey. As you command, my lord."

The crystal dimmed slowly, retreating into an unnatural stillness.

Silence fell.

The cavern seemed to grow colder. The ley lines dimmed to a low throb, as though the earth itself recoiled from what had been spoken.

The traitor exhaled shakily, one trembling hand wiping cold sweat from his jaw. His hood slipped back slightly, just enough for the leyline's faint shimmer to catch a detail.

A strand of shimmering blue hair clung to the edge of his cloak.

Glimmering faintly like moonlight on water.

The air inside the resting dome was calm, even peaceful—far too peaceful given the chaos waiting just outside its illusion-cloaked edges.

Elowen had fallen asleep quickly, her breathing steady, bow resting within reach.

Luca sat near the fire, his face half-lit by flickering flame. His expression was still—serene, maybe. Or thoughtful. But something in his posture told me he wasn't really resting.

He volunteered for the first watch, of course. Predictable. Always composed. Always carrying more weight than he showed.

I'd been watching him for a while.

Not because I liked him. Not like that.

I wasn't supposed to need anyone but Aiden.

That's what I told myself. Always.

But lately… Aiden had been surrounded. By people. By noise. By others.

And I... I was left behind.

It didn't feel right. I couldn't keep up. Couldn't reach them. Couldn't make them like me the same way they liked each other.

So I decided to experiment.

Luca Valentina.

He was... simple. Quiet. Alone.

He didn't have the walls others did. No circles to fight into, no crowds. Just him and his training. Him and his thoughts. He was always there. Predictable. Accessible.

So I approached.

Not to talk.

To study.

He was going to be my key. Not to him—but to Aiden. To the others. If I could learn how to navigate someone like Luca—if I could figure out how I responded to him, how conversation and connection formed through my actions—then maybe I could recreate that with the others.

Not observe. But interact.

Test.

He wasn't a person to me.

He was a mirror.

A trial run.

A disposable tool.

I walked over and sat beside him, keeping my presence quiet, neutral.

He didn't flinch. Didn't shift. Just glanced once with that unreadable gaze and turned back to the fire.

Perfect.

I didn't want him to think. Just to respond. Let me see how I did.

The fire crackled gently between us. His warmth, his silence—it was stable. Steady.

In this moment, I could pretend.

Pretend I wasn't just a discarded piece of Aiden's world.

Pretend I was learning how to build my own place in it.

And Luca... he didn't need to know he was just the scaffolding.

But what he said next broke my calm.

Luca watched the flames flicker, their golden tongues dancing across charred wood.

He could feel Lilliane's gaze. Not sharp. Not hostile. Just… present.

Different.

He remembered her from the game.

So many memories—of her tantrums, her laughter, her blind devotion to Aiden. That stubborn, unpredictable yandere obsession. That raw need to belong to someone.

But now?

She sat still, distant, guarded. Polite. Calm.

Wrong.

Too wrong.

He tilted his head, letting curiosity slip through the cracks of his caution. It's obvious after all I have interacted with her countless times while playing as Aiden.

"Ms. Lilliane," he said suddenly, keeping his voice soft, casual. "Don't you like Mr. Aiden?"

There was silence.

And then—for the first time—her expression cracked.

Not the mask she wore for Aiden.

But the real one.

And Luca saw it.

Not as the protagonist.

But as himself.

Luca Valentina.

Lilliane's voice cracked. "W-What do you mean? What are you talking about? That's nonsense."

Luca tilted his head, lips curling slightly. "Hm? Is that so?"

He leaned forward just a little, firelight catching in his gaze.

"But I always thought you two were a couple. You just seem so natural together. You look good with each other."

Lilliane's eyes widened.

Her face turned red.

Then redder.

Steam—actual steam—started to rise faintly from the tips of her ears.

Luca watched it, fascinated.

He tilted his head again. "So… am I wrong?"

Lilliane stared at him, completely flustered. Her lips parted, but no sound came out for a moment. Then, with her voice cracking in disbelief, she burst out:

"How do you know I like him!? I haven't told anyone—n-not even Aiden! So how… how do you know!?"

It was blurted out in a single breath, her composure disintegrating like paper under flame. Her hands clenched against her robes, and her emerald eyes trembled—caught between panic and embarrassment.

Luca almost laughed.

Almost.

Because—damn, she was cute.

But he kept his face calm. No smirk. No glint of mischief.

Instead, he replied coolly, "That's what I thought. I mean, any sane person could guess it."

He paused.

Except our dense protagonist, of course.

That last part, he only said in his head, lips twitching subtly.

Lilliane huffed, trying to gather her scattered pride. "I-Is that so…?"

She turned away, cheeks still burning.

Then muttered, almost childishly, "I suppose your standards are just lower, so you guessed it. My Aiden has… very high standards."

She lifted her chin, voice gaining momentum again.

"It seems like I need to up my game…"

And then—she turned toward him again with a gleam in her eyes.

"You. You'll help me with it."

Luca blinked. "Huh?"

"If you figured it out so easily, that must mean you're smart enough. You've been observing me, haven't you?" she accused with an impish smile.

Luca's brain stalled.

Wait—what?

How did we get here?

Why am I involved now?

He tried to backtrack, raise a protest—but nothing came out.

Internally, he screamed.

Does "curiosity killed the cat" apply in this world too!?

He looked at her, mouth half open.

She was smiling now.

Victorious.

And incredibly smug.

He tried to resist—tried to pull back the conversation—but she didn't give him the chance. Her gaze pinned him down, daring him to say no.

And so—

Here he was.

Chatting happily(maybe not so happily) with beauty under moonlight.

Completely unaware of how far the plot had shifted.

Of how much the danger had already grown.