The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice - Chapter 99

Chapter 99: The Fool Who Dared to Leave
The ground beneath them fractured as the monster’s energy exploded outward.

A shockwave ripped through the chamber, forcing Caspian to brace himself.

And before he could react—

It moved.

Faster than before.

The fifth head coiled around, its massive form a blur as it struck like lightning.

Caspian’s body reacted on instinct.

He raised Bloodmoon, the sword clashing against the serpent’s fangs with a deafening clang.

The impact sent a shockwave through his arms, but he stood his ground.

And then—

The first head, the injured one, struck from the side.

Caspian’s eyes widened. Shit.

CRACK!

The second blow hit him square in the chest, sending him flying.

His back slammed into the wall, stone and debris exploding outward from the sheer force.

For a moment, there was silence.

Blood dripped from his lips as he exhaled, his lungs burning. His fingers trembled slightly, but he tightened his grip on Bloodmoon.

The serpent loomed over him, its remaining heads writhing in barely contained rage.

{Brat.} Bloodmoon’s voice was firm. {This thing isn’t just strong. It learns.}

Caspian wiped the blood from his mouth, his smirk never fading.

He rolled his shoulders, feeling the bruises settle in.

“Good,” he murmured. “That just makes it more fun.”

Then Caspian narrowed his eyes.

And it was about to strike again.

The air shuddered as the serpent moved.

The first head lunged low, aiming for his legs. A trap.

Caspian twisted, barely dodging as the second head came from above, fangs snapping down toward his shoulder.

He reacted on instinct—Bloodmoon lashed out, carving a violet arc through the air.

SLASH!

His blade tore through the second head’s cheek, sending a spray of dark blood across the chamber.

But the serpent didn’t even flinch.

The third and fourth heads struck simultaneously.

Caspian barely managed to dodge the first, but the second clipped his side, sending him stumbling.

He sucked in a sharp breath. It was pressing him. Hard.

The fifth head—larger than the others, its fangs glistening with venom—struck like lightning.

Caspian raised Bloodmoon just in time, the blade catching the serpent’s maw in a brutal clash.

CRACK!

The force rattled his bones, his boots skidding backward across the stone.

His arms screamed in protest, the sheer weight of the monster pressing down on him.

Bloodmoon trembled in his grip, the purple aura flaring violently against the serpent’s crushing force.

This thing is trying to overpower me again.

A flash of movement in his peripheral vision—the second head coming around.

Caspian had no time to dodge.

Instead, he reacted the only way he could.

He let go of Bloodmoon with his left hand—just for a second—and lashed out with his fist.

CRACK!

His knuckles connected with the monster’s snout, the impact sending a sharp shockwave through his arm.

The serpent jerked back, momentarily dazed.

Caspian wasted no time.

He pivoted on his heel, wrenching Bloodmoon free from the main head’s bite, and drove the blade upward.

SLASH!

The sword sank deep into the beast’s jaw, carving through thick muscle before he twisted it and yanked it free.

The serpent shrieked, its head whipping back, blood pouring from the wound.

Caspian’s breath was ragged, his muscles burning, but he kept moving. Momentum was everything.

He surged forward, closing the gap, Bloodmoon flaring in his grasp—

And then—

The serpent shifted.

It had baited him.

The moment he committed to his strike, the fifth head reared back—and the first head struck.

CRACK!

A crushing force slammed into his torso, knocking the breath from his lungs.

Caspian’s vision blurred as he was lifted off the ground, flung through the air like a broken doll—

And then—

CRACK!

His body collided with the chamber wall.

The stone shattered on impact, debris exploding outward as a crater formed around him.

His skull rang, his ribs screamed, and for a split second, everything went dark.

“I give up,”

“UNLEASH”

—

[POV: Vynesaa El’leather]

The moonlight bathed the elven palace in silver, tracing soft shadows along the marble terrace where I sat, my fingers wrapped tightly around my phone.

His voice drifted through the speaker—low, composed, maddeningly distant.

<No, I don’t need anything. I’ll handle it myself.>

Arianna hummed in response, her tone casual, teasing, effortlessly familiar with him.

“Caspian, don’t be reckless.”

Reckless.

My grip on the phone tightened.

He had always been reckless.

Reckless enough to disappear without a word. Reckless enough to leave the palace we shared for five years as if it had meant nothing.

Reckless enough to believe—truly believe—that he could walk away from me.

And now, he spoke like that time meant nothing.

Like I meant nothing.

I tilted my head, listening.

His voice had shifted—calm, calculating—as he discussed training schedules, combat drills, and some C-rank portal he had cleared.

Of course.

Even after all this time, he only ever spoke about fighting.

Training.

Winning.

Survival.

Didn’t he know?

He wasn’t supposed to survive without me.

And yet…

And yet I still clung to these stolen moments—these conversations never meant for me.

I never called him. Never reached out.

But I listened.

Every time Arianna spoke to him, I ensured I was nearby.

It wasn’t enough.

I hated that it wasn’t enough.

<—Anyway, I should go.>

Something in my chest twisted at his words.

Was he going to hang up? Just like that?

<Tell that annoying elf princess that I’ll come first in the academy entrance exam.>

My fingers twitched.

Arianna laughed. A carefree, warm sound. Too familiar. Too close.

“You know she’s listening, right?”

A pause.

A slow, unbearable pause.

Then—

“I know.”

A sharp exhale left my lips. My pulse pounded, a slow, rhythmic ache against my ribs.

He knew.

Of course, he knew.

And yet—he never spoke to me.

Never addressed me. Never said my name.

Why?

Was it guilt? Indifference?

Or did he truly believe he could leave me behind?

A soft laugh escaped me—light, airy, devoid of warmth.

How foolish.

Did he really think he could run forever?

Did he truly believe that distance, time, silence could erase me from his life?

No.

Caspian.

You belong to me.

And I always, always get what’s mine.