The Extra's Advent: My Villainess Fiancée is a Yandere

Chapter 160: Her Name?

A hero? Me?

Even though they may call me that, I know... I am not.

I only did what I did because I had money. Because I could afford it. Because I had the luxury to stop and help without worrying about the consequences.

If it were the me from a few days ago, I never would have bothered to check on a stranger’s screams.

I would have kept walking. I would have told myself it wasn’t my problem. I would have gone home and forgotten about it by the time I reached my door.

So, no. I am no hero.

I am just a man who finally has enough money to not look away.

I turned my head and looked at the lady sitting on my sofa.

She was scrolling through her phone, her white hair falling across her face, her red eyes half closed.

I knew meeting her was the biggest joy of my life.

Not because of sudden love or anything poetic like that. It was simply because she gave me money.

That was all.

I shook my head and asked,

"Care for a cup of coffee?"

She looked up and nodded.

"Sure."

I went into the kitchen and started making the coffee while calming my thoughts.

The machine hummed. The water boiled. I let the familiar motions settle my mind.

After preparing it, I poured it into two cups and carried them out.

I handed one to her. She took it, wrapping her fingers around the warm ceramic.

Then I sat down opposite her, took the remote, and changed the channel.

"Cough... Cough..."

I turned. She was coughing, her face slightly scrunched.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

Without wasting a word, she said,

"Your coffee."

Hearing her response, my eyelids twitched.

’My coffee?’

It was the first time someone had ever said my coffee was bad. On second thought, it was the first time I had ever made coffee for someone else.

I had only ever made it for myself. And I had never complained.

I took a sip from my cup. It tasted fine to me. A little bitter, maybe.

She stared at me with wide red eyes as I continued drinking. Then, without hesitation, she reached over and took my cup away.

"No way. You are not drinking that. Let me show you how real coffee tastes."

She stood up, both cups in hand, and walked into the kitchen.

I watched as she poured both cups of coffee into the sink.

My lips twitched.

I wanted to say something. I really did. But I held back. I let her do whatever she wanted.

She moved around the kitchen with surprising confidence. In minutes, the kitchen filled with an aroma that made my eyes widen.

When she brought out the new cups, the coffee was dark and rich. Steam curled from the surface. The smell alone made my mouth water.

I took a sip.

It was amazing. The best coffee I had ever drunk.

She gave me a smug look, her chin lifted slightly.

I let out a small smile.

"You’re good at this."

She shrugged, the smug look not fading.

"I’m good at many things."

...

A few days later, she cooked a meal in my house.

I sat on the sofa, watching her move through the kitchen. She chopped vegetables. She stirred pots. She checked the oven. She moved with a rhythm that felt practiced and natural.

I felt strange watching her. Not uncomfortable. Just... strange.

Like I was seeing something I wasn’t supposed to see. Like this was a scene from a life that didn’t belong to me.

One thing led to another, and somehow she was cooking in my kitchen, using my pans, my ingredients, my space.

And I didn’t mind it at all.

I let out a breath as I leaned back into the sofa.

My eyes fell on my phone.

A registration form.

Once I applied and paid the fee, I could travel around the world. See the places I had only ever seen on screens. Finally, do the one thing I had always wanted to do.

But strangely enough... I was hesitating.

I mocked myself silently. I had wanted to see so many things. I had dreamed of traveling, of exploring, of escaping the grey walls of my office.

And now that I had the money, the time, the freedom... I couldn’t make the choice.

"Travel Buzz A&Z?"

Suddenly, a voice spoke behind my ears.

I startled and looked behind me.

The white-haired girl stood there, her apron still tied around her waist. She had removed it halfway, one strap hanging loose.

"Lunch is ready," she said.

I nodded and walked to the dining table. She sat across from me, her eyes studying my face.

"Are you thinking about a world tour?" she asked.

I hesitated. Then I nodded. Then I shook my head.

"I don’t know," I said.

Yes. I truly didn’t know what to do.

She smiled mischievously.

"Is that so? Well, it just so happens I want to travel around the world too. But I am but a lady. It is dangerous for me to travel alone."

She tilted her head and continued,

"I need a brave young man to come with me. Will you do the honors?"

My eyes widened. My expression cracked.

I lowered my head and mumbled,

"Thank you. Truly."

I knew. She was helping me take the step. The step beyond my hesitation. She was giving me an excuse to do what I wanted to do.

She asked again.

"I will ask again. Will you do the honors?"

I smiled softly.

For the first time in a very long time, I truly smiled from the bottom of my heart as I said,

"Gladly, it will be my honor, my lady."

We looked into each other’s eyes and laughed.

...

Time passed.

We began our journey to see the world.

In the first few days, I learned something about her. Her white hair and red eyes were due to a rare genetic condition. Extremely rare, but not harmful.

She had lived with it her whole life.

Days passed. Weeks passed.

We saw many things. Mountains. Oceans. Cities. Villages. We stood on cliffs overlooking the sea.

We walked through ancient temples. We watched the sunrise from the top of a lighthouse.

We laughed together. We wondered together. We got lost together.

Months passed.

We ate together. We held hands together.

I stopped thinking about who I used to be. The cynical office worker. The lonely orphan. The man who hated heroes.

That man felt like a stranger now.

Three years passed.

We returned to our country. To our houses. To the street where it had all begun.

I stood at my window, looking at her house a few meters away.

And I realized something.

"I... fell for her."

I muttered the words to myself, testing them on my tongue. They felt foreign. And true.

Even a few meters away from her felt like I was a thousand miles away. I didn’t like that feeling at all.

I wanted to be closer.

But what should I do? Should I confess? What if she rejected me? What if she put distance between us?

Multiple questions clouded my judgment.

But I was not the same man from three years ago. I had changed.

I opened a book and started to prepare my speech of confession.

I could have typed it on my phone. But I knew my character too well. Once I opened my phone, I would search for popular love confessions. I would copy someone else’s words.

I would lose my own voice.

So, I took a pen. I opened a book. I started writing.

Dear...

My pen stopped on the very second word.

Not because I was thinking of something amazing to say. Not because I was searching for the perfect line.

But because I didn’t know her name.

The realization hit me like a wave.

What kind of idiot was I? I loved someone, and I didn’t know her name. We had spent three years together. Three years. And I had never asked.

I checked my phone. Her contact’s name was "Lifesaver."

’Damn.’

I had saved her name like that after she sent me the billion dollars. I had never changed it.

She didn’t have social media. No accounts. No online presence. I had no way to learn her name.

...

The next day, before she came to my house, I went to hers.

She was surprised but welcomed me inside. While she was busy making breakfast, I snuck into her room.

I searched for her name, and soon I found her passport.

And there it was, her name...

Lunara Solis.

I repeated her name in my mind a few more times. It was beautiful. It fit her. Like a name from a story. Like a name from a different world.

I went back to the main hall.

She came in and put breakfast on the table. She turned back to the kitchen to get water.

I realized something else. I had never called her by her name either.

So, I called out.

What I want to call was...

"Lunara."

But what I actually called was...

"Sovereign?"