The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice - Chapter 78

Chapter 78: Trending No:1

“Would you dance with me?”

The hall fell into absolute silence.

Ed slowly lifted his gaze.

Standing before him was Vynesaa El’Leather, the Crown Princess of the Elven Kingdom, extending her hand toward him with a poised yet unreadable expression.

The moment felt surreal.

The air itself seemed to hold its breath.

Around them, the tension in the room escalated.

Gasps of disbelief. Disdainful scoffs.

Furious whispers.

“The Crown Princess… invited him?”

“A human? How disgraceful.”

“She’s ruining her image—just to play with some lowborn?”

But Vynesaa didn’t acknowledge any of them.

She simply waited, her eyes locked onto his, as if daring him to decline.

Ed exhaled slowly.

He knew what would happen if he refused.

They’d say he was weak, a coward, that he didn’t know his place.

If he accepted? It would make enemies. Powerful ones.

His lips barely curved into a smirk.

“Then so be it.”

He reached forward and took her hand.

“Of course.”

A collective gasp rippled through the banquet hall.

As they walked toward the grand podium where the dance floor awaited, Ed leaned in slightly and whispered, his voice low, careful not to be overheard.

“Hey, Vynesaa… I don’t know how to dance.”

She turned her head slightly, not bothering to look at him as she whispered back, her lips barely moving.

“Did I ask if you knew or not?”

Ed blinked.

Vynesaa’s voice remained casual.

“Just be a puppet and follow my lead.”

A soft chuckle escaped Ed.

“You make it sound so simple.”

“Because it is. Also—” She subtly gestured with her eyes toward a group of journalists and reporters, their recording devices already locked onto them.

“We’re about to be on the news, so cover your mouth when you talk. Don’t ruin my image.”

Ed let out a quiet sigh before covering his mouth slightly with his fingers, whispering through them.

“Thanks for helping me.”

This time, Vynesaa finally turned her gaze toward him.

“Help? Oh please. My brother’s birthday was getting boring. I just wanted to cause some trouble.”

Ed nearly scoffed.

Even now, she refused to admit she was helping him.

Classic Vynesaa.

The orchestra prepared.

A soft hum of magical instruments filled the air, creating an enchanting atmosphere.

Ed took a deep breath as Vynesaa turned to face him.

She stepped closer.

Their hands met, and he instinctively placed his other hand on her waist.

Then the music began.

A slow, melodic tune.

Step. Step. Glide.

At first, Ed struggled. His movements were stiff, his feet clumsy.

Vynesaa was light as air, while he felt like dead weight.

“Tsk, at least try to move like a human,” she muttered under her breath.

“Give me a second. I fight, not dance,” Ed responded.

Vynesaa let out a dramatic sigh, rolling her eyes before whispering, “Fine, follow my rhythm.”

She tightened her grip, taking control.

Step. Step. Spin.

Ed felt the shift immediately.

She led the dance with effortless grace.

He focused on her movements. Mirroring. Learning.

And soon—

He matched her.

The stiffness in his steps vanished.

His body began to move naturally.

And when Vynesaa smiled in approval, Ed knew—he had caught up.

The audience, who had been whispering in doubt just moments ago, now sat in stunned silence.

As the song escalated, so did their dance.

Their steps became more fluid, their movements more synchronized.

It was no longer just a dance. It was a statement.

The nobles, the reporters, the commoners—they all watched, mesmerized.

Even Zareth, who rarely showed interest in banquets, found himself watching with intrigue.

Then came the final act.

Vynesaa leaned in, whispering just above his lips.

“Now, throw me.”

Ed’s eyes widened.

“Wait, what?”

“Throw me. High.”

He hesitated.

“Vynesaa, are you out of your damn—”

“Just do it!”

With one swift movement, Ed lifted her into the air and threw her high above the ground.

Gasps erupted throughout the banquet hall.

For a moment, she was weightless, suspended in midair.

Then—

A surge of wind magic erupted around her, swirling like a gentle storm.

She descended like a falling star, slowly, gracefully.

As her feet touched the floor, the wind dissipated, leaving behind only silence.

A perfect landing.

Vynesaa straightened, brushing back a loose strand of pink hair.

She turned to Ed, smirking.

“See? Not so bad.”

The moment hung in the air.

Then—

Applause.

“Clap- Clap- Clap”

A thunderous wave of applause erupted, shaking the hall.

Some clapped reluctantly. Others clapped in awe.

Ed exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I can’t believe that worked.”

Vynesaa nudged him playfully.

“Believe it, partner – you’ve just become the celebrity in the world!.”

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Click. Scroll. Refresh. Scroll again.

Eirlys Arcwright sat on her bed, mindlessly going through the latest news on her holo-screen.

Her day had been uneventful, as usual. Meetings, training.

Nothing interesting.

Until—

Her finger stopped mid-scroll.

A bold headline in flashing gold letters appeared at the top of every trending list:

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<Elven Crown Princess’ Flawless Dance with a Handsome Human—A New Royal Romance?>

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Eirlys frowned.

“A royal romance? What kind of nonsense are people obsessed with these days?”

She tapped the article, expecting nothing but gossip—maybe some over-exaggerated noble drama.

Then the video loaded.

And her entire world froze.

The banquet scene played before her eyes. Gleaming chandeliers.

A grand podium.

A breathtaking melody.

And in the center of it all—

A pink-haired elven princess moving with unparalleled grace.

Her dance partner?

A young man with white hair, a sharp yet undeniably familiar face, and striking crimson eyes.

Eirlys forgot how to breathe.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

It couldn’t be.

It shouldn’t be.

But it was.

Her brother.

The one she thought was dead.

The one she failed to protect.

The one she had been searching for, mourning for, cursing herself over.

And yet, here he was.

Dancing.

In the Elven Kingdom.

Alive.

Eirlys didn’t blink as she scrolled down.

Her fingers moved on their own, skimming through the hundreds of thousands of comments.

>ElfLover23 “Lucky bastard… I’d give my entire fortune to dance with the Crown Princess.”

> Vynesaa’s Devoted: “Their chemistry is insane. That human must be someone special!”

> MYLF_ Supremacy : “This is disgraceful. An elf should never dance with a lowborn human.”

>Femboy_devotee : “Who the hell is he? He moves like a damn noble. If he’s a commoner, I’ll eat my boots.”

Eirlys barely processed the words.

Her vision blurred.

She refocused on the video.

It was real. Undeniably real.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she swallowed them down.

“Crying won’t help. I need to move.”

Her grip on the holo-screen tightened.

Then she stood.

She was going to him.

Right now.

Eirlys stormed out of her room, nearly knocking over a servant in the hallway.

“Lady Eirlys!” the servant gasped, startled by her sudden movement. “Do you need something—”

“Find out where that banquet took place. Right now of elven yesterday.”

The sharp urgency in her voice made the servant stiffen.

“Y-Yes, my lady!”

Eirlys barely waited for an answer.

She kept moving.

She needed details, locations, flight routes.

Her mind raced.

He was at a banquet. A royal event.

The Elven Kingdom.

Which means…

Her breath hitched.

“He’s on the elven continent.”