The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 350

Chapter 350: Chapter 350 : Alicia von crestvale (1)

[ 9 years ago ]

Since she was little, Alicia was born into a beloved family.

A wonderful father, a loving mother, and a good brother.

But as a noble, she still had expectations placed on her—and she didn’t disappoint. Within the Crestvale family, she was hailed as a genius because of how fast she could learn and grow.

One day in the family’s private training grounds, a ten‑year‑old Alicia was sparring with her father, Reynard von Crestvale.

Reynard always trained her personally.

Alicia dashed forward again and again, trying to land even a single clean strike. Reynard easily parried her blade with just his bare hands, his movements relaxed and fluid.

Then he flicked her forehead lightly.

Alicia’s body flew back several meters, tumbling across the ground. She hadn’t even seen him move.

She pushed herself up immediately, eyes sparkling. "How did you do that, Father?"

Reynard laughed. "Hahaha, my little angel. That’s a footwork technique I developed myself. My enemies can’t read my movements because they don’t follow a fixed pattern."

"Show me one more time, please," Alicia said, stars in her eyes.

Reynard demonstrated the strange, unpredictable steps again, his body gliding across the field.

"I know you’re a fast learner," he said smugly, "but sorry, dear—you won’t be able to copy it just by seeing it once. And it takes a heavy toll on the body. Moving like this consumes a lot of mana and stamina."

Just as Reynard said, Alicia failed to perform it on her first try.

But on the fifth attempt, she got close.

And by the eighth, she had reproduced it perfectly.

Reynard’s smile slowly froze.

He could feel her power rising the more she pushed herself. Her sword swings grew heavier, her speed sharper.

His mouth fell open. ’How is that possible... it’s impossible.’

Then he noticed something else.

Alicia’s body was absorbing mana from the atmosphere like a sponge. Even his own mana was being drawn toward her, little by little, in a way that would’ve escaped anyone below his rank.

The realization sent a chill down his spine.

’It can’t be that...’

He walked toward her and suddenly picked her up in his arms.

"Gummy bear, come with me," he said.

Alicia puffed her cheeks. "For what? I almost learned it completely, you know."

Reynard didn’t answer.

He took her into the family’s archive hall, where paintings and records of past Crestvale heads were stored.

He pulled out an old portrait and showed it to her.

"This is our first family head," he said. "Her name was Helena von Crestvale."

The painting showed a beautiful woman with sharp eyes and a regal bearing.

"She was the only one who possessed a power that made her unparalleled in strength," Reynard explained. "Her name alone spread fear across the world."

"She had a special gift—a physique that broke all limits on the body. It gave her almost unlimited potential, letting her absorb and use all kinds of energy so she would never run out."

He looked down at Alicia.

"I think you possess the same physique. The physique of Eternal Ruin"

Alicia’s eyes lit up, overjoyed. "Really?!"

But then she saw the worried look on Reynard’s face.

"Is something wrong, Father?" she asked.

Reynard’s gaze darkened. "Do you know how the first head died?"

Alicia shook her head. "No..."

"She took her own life," Reynard said quietly. "Because the same physique that gave her invisible strength also drove her out of control. Her bloodlust took over. She attacked her own. In the end... she killed the person she loved most."

He paused.

"Unable to bear the weight of that, she ended her own life. After that, her younger brother became the second head."

Alicia’s breath hitched.

She stared at the portrait, unable to believe what she had just heard.

Reynard gently patted her head. "Don’t worry. You’ll be fine. The strongest daddy in the world is here with you. There’s no way I’m letting my little angel go berserk."

He smiled.

"I’ll train you personally. But you must keep this a secret. Never let anyone know."

Alicia nodded.

She hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Father."

From that day, Reynard trained her himself.

Two years passed.

Alicia turned twelve.

One day, the mansion bustled with activity; another noble family was visiting. Servants hurried through the halls, preparing guest rooms and reception halls.

Alicia wasn’t interested.

She didn’t like these gatherings anyway.

So she slipped away and went to the training grounds.

She was practicing alone when a golden‑haired girl walked in, as if wandering through the garden.

The girl was strikingly beautiful—golden hair cascading down her back, golden eyes clear and calm. Even Alicia thought, ’She’s really pretty...’

Alicia sheathed her sword and walked over.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?" she asked.

The girl, her face almost expressionless, answered politely, "Oh. Sorry for the intrusion. My name is Evelyn. Evelyn Williams, daughter of Duke Arthur Williams."

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"Oh, so you’re the one who was coming today," Alicia said.

Evelyn didn’t say anything, just nodded.

Alicia smiled. "Do you use any weapons?"

"I know how to," Evelyn replied. "But my main strength is my magic."

Alicia smirked. "How about a spar, then? I bet you were getting bored there—that’s why you came here, right?"

Evelyn considered it for a moment, then nodded. "Why not."

A short while later, Evelyn changed into training attire.

They stepped onto the field, facing each other.

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