The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Chapter 331 : Rescue (2)

Alden narrowed his eyes, sensing the pressure rolling off the two dragon‑kins in front of him.

"Judging by that aura," he said, "both of you are around grandmaster mid‑rank, huh. Looks like they are pretty strong."

Beside him, Alex smiled and clapped a hand on Alden’s shoulder.

"Alright, buddy," he said, grinning, "you’re up."

Realisation hit Alden like a brick.

"No, no, no," he snapped. "You bastard, you’re not leaving me with all the work again, are you?"

Alex didn’t bother answering.

He just kept smiling, gave a casual two‑finger salute, and said, "See ya."

The next second, his figure blurred and vanished from his vision.

"You fucking slave driver!" Alden yelled after him. "I hope that Marcus guy beats your ass black and blue!"

Pyrax and Kyra, seeing Alex disappear, both exhaled in visible relief.

Their gazes shifted fully onto Alden.

"This one doesn’t look that strong," Kyra said, eyeing him up and down.

Pyrax smirked. "Let’s test that."

He vanished in a blur.

A heartbeat later, his fist slammed straight into Alden’s cheek, the impact sending Alden skidding back across the stone. Dust kicked up behind his boots as he dragged to a halt.

"This one really isn’t that strong," Pyrax said, lowering his hand.

Alden lifted his head.

He was smiling.

"Think again, asshole."

Pyrax’s smug expression faltered as he felt a burning pain in his hand. He looked down and saw several of his fingers ablaze with black fire, the flames eating into flesh and scales alike.

"Shit—!" he hissed, quickly slicing the burning fingers off before the flames could spread.

Kyra rushed to his side, pressing her hands over the wounds as healing magic flared, sealing the damage.

"Don’t take dragon form," she said sharply. "It’ll only make it easier for him to target us. He can use those black flames too. We kill him like this."

Pyrax gritted his teeth, then nodded.

Alden exhaled slowly and raised his sword.

Black flames surged along the blade, coating the metal completely. He shifted into his stance, shoulders relaxed, eyes sharp and mocking.

"Come on," he said. "Let’s see how far I’ve come."

In the next instant, all three figures disappeared in a blur, their clash turning into flashes of flame and steel across the base.

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Meanwhile...

Elaria stirred, her eyelashes fluttering as consciousness slowly returned. The lingering haze of pain and exhaustion made her body feel heavy, but the first thing she noticed was warmth.

A soft, soothing voice reached her ears.

"Looks like you’re finally awake, huh, baby."

Elaria’s eyes opened fully.

She found her head resting in someone’s lap.

She blinked once, twice—then her breath caught in her throat as her vision focused.

Platinum hair flowed around her like a silver curtain, and violet eyes filled with gentle worry gazed down at her. Even in this dim place, even with the fatigue and strain visible on her face, the woman above her was radiant.

Aeliana Moonshade Lareth’Thalas.

Her mother.

"Mama..." Elaria whispered, voice trembling.

In the next second, she shot up and threw her arms around Aeliana, hugging her tightly.

"Mama... mama, you’re okay," she sobbed. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she clutched her mother’s clothes. "I was so afraid they’d done something to you..."

She pulled back just enough to look into Aeliana’s eyes, searching them desperately.

"You’re okay, right? You’re really okay... I’m so glad."

A small smile touched Aeliana’s lips. She lifted a hand and gently wiped Elaria’s tears away with her thumb.

"Don’t cry, baby," she said softly. "Don’t forget—your mother is even stronger than..."

Elaria sniffed, a faint smile breaking through the tears.

"Than the King of the Elves," she finished.

A smug grin spread across Aeliana’s face. "Damn right I am," she said. "So don’t worry. Nothing’s going to happen. Our forces are already here—I’m sure they’ll find you soon."

"Us," Elaria corrected instinctively. Then she frowned. "You mean us, right?"

Aeliana’s smile faltered for just a moment.

"...Right," she said after a tiny hesitation. "Us."

Before Elaria could think too much about that, Aeliana smoothly changed the subject.

"But first," she said, "tell me—how did you end up here?"

Realisation dawned on Elaria’s face.

She swallowed, then started explaining everything—how she had gone to Alex for help, how that infuriating silver‑haired bastard had used her as bait to locate Aeliana, and every reckless decision in between.

By the time she finished, Aeliana was laughing—really laughing—for the first time in what felt like ages.

"So," Aeliana said between chuckles, "you’re quite fond of that guy, hmm?"

Elaria’s cheeks turned bright red.

"I hate that guy to the core," she protested. "That narcissistic bastard is too much to handle. He even made me praise him!"

Aeliana laughed harder.

"He sounds a lot like you," she said.

Elaria puffed her cheeks. "How could you say that... I am nothing like him!"

Before Aeliana could tease her more, a new voice chimed in.

"Looks like you two are enjoying yourselves."

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