The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Chapter 116 : Dance (1)

[ A few minutes ago ]

Just as Alex, Alicia, and Evelyn made their way across the grand ballroom floor, heading toward the lavishly decorated table where Ethan, Alden, and the others sat...

A sudden presence stepped into their path, halting their progress like a drawn sword.

The air seemed to freeze.

It was Lucas Evans Avaloria — the Second Prince of the Human Empire and the apex of the second-year cadets.

He stood tall, clad in a pristine navy-blue ceremonial uniform adorned with gold trim, the crest of the imperial family shimmering on his chest.

His icy blue eyes scanned them with a gaze sharpened by years of privilege, his slicked-back white hair glinting under the crystal chandeliers.

Lucas’s lips curled into a smirk.

"Well, if it isn’t a surprise... My dear sister Alice, and Miss Eve herself, gracing the ball this year."

He then turned his gaze to Alex, his smile turning sour.

"And to my astonishment, arriving with a commoner, no less."

He didn’t even try to hide the disdain in his voice as his eyes scanned Alex like one would a stain on royal velvet.

Alex met his gaze calmly.

’Yep. He’s definitely pissed. Probably choking on his own pride right now,’ he thought with a mental snort.

Before Alex could say anything, Alicia stepped forward, her voice sharp and commanding.

"Lucas, mind your language. This is Zenith — here, only skill and talent speak, not bloodlines or birthrights."

There was a flicker of tension in Lucas’s jaw, but he smoothly bowed, hand on chest.

"My apologies, dear sister. I didn’t mean it that way."

Then, turning toward Evelyn, his tone shifted — smoother, hopeful, and oddly self-assured.

"Miss Eve, would you—"

But he didn’t get to finish.

"It’s Miss Evelyn, for you, Lucas," she cut him off icily, her expression devoid of emotion, her eyes as cold as deep space.

Lucas’s words caught in his throat, his confident smile twitching for just a second.

Alex raised an eyebrow.

’Well now... this is interesting. So that’s why he looked ready to explode — he’s got his sights on the hero’s sister. Yikes. Buddy’s down bad.’

Lucas tried to laugh off the cold reception.

"Oh come now, Miss Evelyn, don’t be so distant. We were childhood friends, after all."

Evelyn didn’t even blink.

"I only had one childhood friend, and she’s standing right here," she said, looking toward Alicia.

Alicia, sensing the rising tension, quickly stepped in again.

"Lucas, let it go. We’re in public."

But Lucas snapped, the carefully composed façade finally cracking.

"After everything I did for her... she still pushes me away? Refuses to even acknowledge me?" His voice rose with frustrated emotion as he looked between Evelyn and Alicia. "Alice, you yourself know that’s not fair!"

Alicia’s expression remained calm but firm.

"Lucas, we can talk about it later. Not here. Not now."

Lucas took a slow breath. His composure returned like a mask being pulled back on.

"...I apologize. I lost my temper for a moment."

He turned toward Alex one last time — eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a tight line.

’Yup, that look screams I’m going to make your life difficult,’ Alex mused dryly.

Lucas brushed past them and vanished into the crowd, but the tension hung in the air like static.

As they resumed walking toward the table, Alex sighed internally.

’Totally not worth it... Should’ve just come alone.’

Then, side-eyeing Evelyn with a sharp glare, he thought darkly,

’Looks like I accidentally made a powerful and annoying enemy. Looks like I’ll have to increase the price up to 50 million.’

Evelyn, of course, completely ignored the glare, though the tiniest smirk—unnoticeable to all—tugged at her lips.

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[ Present ]

Just as the three reached the table, they caught the tail end of a heated scene.

"Do you want to die?"

The voice was sharp — twin threats in stereo, aimed directly at Lorenzo.

Both Ethan and Alden were standing now, eyes blazing. Chairs were half-pushed back, and the tension was thick enough to choke.

Evelyn blinked.

"Who’s going to die?"

Her voice, calm and curious, shattered the moment like glass.

Everyone at the table froze.

All heads snapped toward Evelyn, Alicia, and Alex.

Ethan, who had looked like a wrathful deity moments ago, suddenly turned pale as he spotted his sister. He straightened like a soldier caught misbehaving.

"Sis... you’re here," he said, voice cracking ever so slightly.

Lorenzo let out a huge sigh of relief.

’Saved by the sister... Thank the Goddess.’

Alicia’s eyes narrowed as she turned to Alden, who had also stood up.

Her tone was sharp. "Alden, what was that about?"

Alden just shrugged nonchalantly, hands in his pockets.

"It’s Lorenzo. He deserved it."

Alicia’s forehead twitched, a single vein popping with practiced elegance.

’This brat.’

Ethan cleared his throat and flashed his most innocent smile at Evelyn.

"Nothing, sis! We were just, uh... playing a game. And that guy cheated!" he said, jerking his thumb toward Lorenzo.

"Right, Lorenzo?"

Lorenzo, who looked like a man who had just been dragged out of a shark tank, nodded his head so fast it was a blur.

"Y-Yes! Absolutely! Cheated! Terrible cheater!"

Evelyn raised an eyebrow, her expression unreadable.

"Oh," she said simply, before elegantly taking her seat. Alicia followed, and Alex slid into his chair with the smug satisfaction of a man who had just walked through chaos untouched.

Across the table, Ethan and Alden’s eyes locked onto Alex like twin cannons. He was smirking at them, arms crossed, like a smug war general watching his enemies flail.

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