The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Chapter 231 : Oath of a psycho (2) And Archery club Visit

For a moment, Alex was utterly stunned. Lilith — the infamous Crown Princess of the Bloodmoon Empire — was kneeling before him, crimson eyes lowered, her oath still echoing in the room.

’What the hell...? Did she just... submit herself? To me?’

He shook himself free from the daze, his voice sharp and incredulous.

"What the hell are you doing? Taking an oath and all?"

Lilith lifted her gaze, her expression calm, almost serene.

"In the Bloodmoon Empire, the highest class of vampires declare their servitude by taking an oath. That’s what I just did."

Alex rubbed his forehead, groaning.

"Sorry, but I don’t need a servant. And for that matter, I don’t trust you at all. I only want one thing from you."

Lilith tilted her head. "And that is?"

Alex leaned forward, his tone flat.

"You just have to support Charlotte in the upcoming elections."

At that, Lilith’s lips curved into a sly smile.

"As you wish, my lord. It’s a promise."

A vein bulged on Alex’s forehead.

"Don’t call me that," he snapped.

He stood up, reaching into his storage ring. Pulling out a sleek bracelet, he slipped it onto his right wrist. Immediately, his silver hair darkened into jet black, and his glowing blue eyes dulled back to their amethyst hue.

With practiced ease, he slid the skeletal mask over his face, hiding every trace of expression. His voice was calm now, detached.

"I’m leaving. Remember what you just promised."

Lilith merely smiled again in response.

That only irritated Alex further. With a sharp motion, he turned and pushed open the office door, stepping out.

The hallway outside was quiet, save for one figure waiting at the door.

Isadora Vale — Lilith’s maid and closest companion — stood there holding a white T-shirt in her hands. The fabric was slightly wrinkled from being clutched nervously.

Her cheeks warmed as she spoke.

"If you’re done with your meeting with the princess... Mr. Lucifer, could you... please..."

She extended the shirt toward him.

Alex paused. ’So she’s been standing here the whole time, waiting for me, huh?’

A small, amused smile tugged at his lips beneath the mask.

"Well as great as I am, I also and will always appreciate my fans," he said lightly, taking the shirt from her hands. With a quick flourish, he signed his name across the fabric.

Isadora’s eyes lit up instantly, her lips curving into a bright smile.

"Thank you."

They even snapped a few pictures together — Isadora holding her shirt proudly beside the masked figure. Then, with nothing more to say, Alex gave a lazy wave and walked away down the hall.

Now standing alone outside the clubroom office, Isadora pressed a hand over her chest, her excitement threatening to spill over. She quickly slipped the signed T-shirt into her storage ring, forcing herself to calm down.

Taking a steady breath, she knocked on the office door.

A voice floated out, casual and familiar.

"You don’t have to knock, Isa. Just come right in."

She entered quietly, finding Lilith reclining back on the couch.

Lilith’s crimson eyes flicked toward her.

"Can you prepare some coffee for me? I’m feeling a bit dizzy."

Isadora bowed slightly. "Of course, your highness."

The sound of boiling water and clinking porcelain filled the room.

"You’re curious, aren’t you?" Lilith’s voice came suddenly, breaking the silence.

Isadora froze, then smiled faintly.

"You don’t have to tell me, your highness. It must be something important."

Lilith exhaled a slow sigh, resting her head against the couch.

"You can say that."

She sat upright, her tone sharpening as she added,

"After the coffee, we’re going to meet Charlotte."

Isadora glanced back, startled.

"Did she call you again for support?"

Lilith let out a soft laugh.

"No. I just promised someone that I’d support her."

Isadora’s eyes flickered in realization.

"Oh... I understand. So this is what you were discussing."

"Yes," Lilith confirmed, her crimson eyes narrowing slightly.

"Then I will do as you wish," Isadora said warmly. "I’ll inform all our people who we’ve decided to back."

"Thanks for the help," Lilith replied softly.

Isadora shook her head with a smile.

"Don’t say that. It’s my job."

Moments later, Isadora placed a cup of steaming coffee before Lilith.

As Lilith reached for it, Isadora’s eyes widened. Around her mistress’s wrist was a faint, glowing mark. A symbol — delicate yet ominous — etched of her wrist.

’Is that... the mark of a blood oath? But... what kind of oath was it?’

Lilith noticed her gaze. With a sharp motion, she pulled her sleeve down to cover the mark.

"Let’s go," Lilith said briskly, sipping her drink. "The coffee was delicious."

Isadora smiled softly. "It was my pleasure."

Yet her mind lingered on the mark, the curiosity gnawing at her. Still, she held her tongue. She was Lilith’s maid — it wasn’t her place to pry.

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Meanwhile, Alex stood before another building — the Archery Clubroom. His skeletal mask gleamed under the light.

’One down. One more to go.’

Pushing open the door, he stepped inside.

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