The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice - Chapter 66

Chapter 66: A Druken Encounter

Two weeks had passed.

Tomorrow was Ed’s test.

He lay on his bed, arms folded behind his head, staring at the ceiling.

The room smelled of fresh leaves and the crisp evening air.

He mentally went over everything he had covered in the last fourteen days.

His stance was solid now—no longer awkward or rigid.

His grip on the sword had improved, and he had finally started understanding movement instead of just reacting blindly.

Slashing, parrying, footwork—he had refined them all.

And then there was mana—he had spent the past two weeks familiarizing himself with its presence, though he was still far from controlling it properly.

But it was enough.

It had to be.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, there was a knock at the door.

“Come in,” Ed called lazily.

The door swung open, and Zareth walked in, arms crossed.

“You look too relaxed for someone taking a test tomorrow,” he said.

Ed smirked. “Confidence, my friend. Ever heard of it?”

“Confidence or delusion?” Zareth shot back before shaking his head. “Anyway, you should go take a bath at the main bath palace.”

Ed frowned. “What? I can bathe in my room.”

“You could,” Zareth admitted, “but the main bath palace is special. The water there is filled with mana.”

Ed sat up properly at that. “Wait. Water filled with mana? How does that work?”

Zareth leaned against the doorframe. “It’s a natural spring. The water absorbs raw mana from the earth, and over time, it becomes something like a condensed energy source. It helps with recovery, muscle fatigue, and even refining your body’s mana pathways.”

Ed narrowed his eyes. “So it’s basically a cheat code?”

Zareth smirked. “More like a natural advantage. It won’t suddenly make you stronger, but it will help reinforce the training you’ve done so far.”

Ed mulled over it before swinging his legs off the bed.

“Alright, you convinced me.” Ed said.

“Good. And before you ask—no, I’m not coming with you. I already took my bath earlier,” Zareth added.

Ed rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t going to ask.”

Zareth grinned. “Sure you weren’t.”

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Ed walked through the long, dimly lit corridors of the elven palace.

The place was quieter than usual, the late hour keeping most elves in their quarters.

When he finally reached the bath palace, he stopped for a moment, staring at the structure before him.

Unlike the rest of the palace, which was built with towering trees and white stone, this building was carved into the earth itself, as if nature had molded it.

Steam rose from within, carrying a faint, almost electric sensation in the air.

The entrance was simple, but as Ed stepped inside—

The bath wasn’t a small enclosed space—it was an entire open-aired spring, surrounded by smooth stone and patches of luminescent moss.

And that’s when it hit Ed mind of two legendary pool at royal palace.

‘I’ll try to take bath in them also’ ed thought.

“Alright, let’s first see what’s so special about this,” Ed muttered.

The moment his body submerged, he felt it.

A rush.

The mana-infused water seeped into his skin, flowing through his veins like liquid fire and ice all at once.

His muscles relaxed instantly, yet his mind sharpened.

He let out a slow breath, sinking further in.

At first, it was pleasant. Warm, soothing, almost intoxicating.

But then—

Something changed.

His body felt lighter. Too light.

The glow of the water intensified around him, reflecting on his skin.

His fingertips tingled, then burned, as if raw energy was flooding into him at an unnatural rate.

His heartbeat pounded in his ears.

His vision blurred, then flickered.

His body was glowing.

His mind—

Blank.

It was like he had consumed something far too strong, like drinking an entire bottle of wine in one go.

His thoughts wavered.

His body was still tingling, his mind floating somewhere between clarity and an intoxicating haze.

The mana-infused water had overwhelmed him, leaving him in a state that could only be described as… drunk.

But unlike alcohol, this wasn’t a pleasant buzz—it was pure mana coursing wildly through his body, numbing his senses while making everything feel more intense.

He exhaled, trying to steady himself, but his legs wobbled as he stepped out of the pool.

“Damn… that’s a lot of mana,” he muttered to himself, blinking slowly.

The bath palace was quiet, the only sounds being the distant rustling of leaves and the faint trickle of water.

He glanced down—right, he was still only in a towel.

His clothes were somewhere nearby, but at the moment, putting them on felt like too much effort.

He took a step forward.

Then another.

Then—

A voice cut through the silence.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Ed lazily turned his head, his vision still slightly unfocused.

Standing a few feet away, arms crossed, was none other than Vynesaa El’leather.

Her long pink hair cascaded down her back, her lavender eyes sharp with clear disapproval.

She was dressed in a refined, dark-blue robe, and every bit the cold princess she was known to be.

Ed stared at her for a second too long.

Then, without thinking, he let out a slow whistle.

“…You’re so adorable.”

Silence.

Vynesaa blinked once.

Then twice.

Her expression shifted, somewhere between shock and utter disbelief, before a sharp glare settled on her face. “Excuse me?”

Ed swayed slightly.

“Yeah… too adorable.” He nodded to himself, as if confirming his own words. “I mean, the way you’re standing there, acting all serious—it’s kinda funny.”

A thin vein twitched near Vynesaa’s temple.

Ed, still caught in his mana-drunk state, ignored the warning signs.

He rubbed his eyes, blinking heavily, before gesturing vaguely. “You know, I read about you. The cold, elegant, unreachable princess. But, like…” He tilted his head. “You’re just a kid.”

Vynesaa’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “I am not a child.”

“Sure, sure,” Ed said, waving a hand lazily. “But like, mentally? You’re still in that phase where you try really hard to act older than you are.”

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

“Do you have a death wish?” she asked, her tone slow and deadly.

Ed tilted his head again, his mind still foggy. “Nah, not today.”

Vynesaa exhaled sharply, visibly restraining herself. “You’re clearly not in your right mind.”

“No, no, I’m fine,” Ed reassured her. Then he took an unsteady step forward. “See? Perfectly balanc—”