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

Chapter 168: Lucian Vayne [1]

In District Kazi.

The Vampire Prince sat in a worn chair, his eyes fixed on the glowing screen of a mobile device. The light cast pale shadows across his sharp features.

"Foolish humans, why do they even tell others where they live? They spread their information for everyone to see."

His crimson eyes scanned the screen, pausing on a beautiful woman. A small, cold smile formed on his lips.

He called out, his voice sharp and commanding. One of his servants emerged from the shadows, kneeling on one knee.

"You summoned me, Your Highness?"

The Vampire Prince tossed the mobile to the servant. The servant caught it with practiced ease.

Then the Prince simply said.

"Bring me that girl; she has her address on her profile."

The servant bowed his head,

"As you command."

Then he vanished, swallowed by the darkness.

A few hours later, that servant returned with a girl.

...

Currently, several knights and other servants have arrived in the main hall. They all knelt before the Vampire Prince.

One of the servants said, his voice low,

"Your Highness, the ’thing’ is not in the building."

The Vampire Prince immediately stood up from his chair as he said, his voice was cold,

"Impossible."

He paced for a moment, his mind racing. A thought crossed his mind, but he shook his head.

"Unless that old man betrayed me, that ’thing’ is definitely here."

One of the servants hesitated, then spoke up,

"Is it possible that the humans took it?"

The Vampire Prince fell into thought. That was the only possible reason.

He did not doubt that the old man had betrayed him. After all, the old man was bound by a contract.

Betrayal was not an option.

Suddenly, a voice spoke from the shadows,

"No need to jump to conclusions. It is possible that the thing was hidden somewhere else."

The Vampire Prince turned his head. An elder emerged from the darkness, his face lined with age, his eyes sharp and knowing.

The Vampire Prince nodded slowly,

"You are right, Elder."

He turned back to his servants and knights, his voice rising.

"Go. Search this entire district. Leave no stone unturned. Find it."

The servants and knights bowed in unison,

"As you command, Your Highness."

Then they vanished into the shadows, leaving the vampire Prince alone with his thoughts.

...

Meanwhile, in Karyal City, inside a hotel room.

Luke sat by the window, a glass of wine in his hand. The liquid was dark red, almost black, in the dim light.

He took a slow sip and swirled the glass, watching the city lights flicker below.

A smirk played on his lips as he muttered.

"Heh, I wonder how he is reacting to the disappearance of this thing."

His free hand reached into his space pouch and pulled out a mask.

It was fully black, with two small horns curving upward. The face was demonic, with two sharp fangs and hollow eyes that seemed to stare into nothing.

Luke stared at it, his smirk widening.

"Demonic Vampire, is it? Truly... interesting."

He turned the mask over in his hands, studying its design. Then he placed it back into his space pouch and took another sip of wine.

His age was only seventeen, but it was legal for someone of his rank to drink wine.

And as a ranker, he did not fear the consequences. His body could handle it.

But Luke was never a drinker.

Everyone had a story. Every person, whether they were a powerful ranker or an ordinary human, had a reason for their habits, their choices, their flaws.

And Luke also had one such simple story.

In his past life, before his regression, it was during the graduation ceremony of Everbright Academy.

The hall had been filled with cheers and applause. Students were celebrating their achievements.

And then he received the news.

His brother, Caelir Vayne, was dead.

...

Back when Cael and I were kids, we were inseparable. We played together in the gardens of the Vayne estate, our laughter echoing off the stone walls.

We watched movies together, huddled on the same couch, sharing a bowl of popcorn. We ate together at the same table, sneaking food to each other when the adults weren’t looking.

It was a happy life. A simple life. A life without worries.

People say ignorance is bliss. I never understood that statement when I was young. But when I finally did, it was already too late.

For reasons I never understood, my father, James Vayne, always hated Cael and my stepmother, Martha.

I was barely six when I became aware of such things, but even at that age, I was smart enough to notice the coldness in his eyes whenever they were near.

But my younger self, deep down, hated Cael as well. The reason was simple. It was jealousy.

He had a mother who loved him, who held him, who cared for him.

But what about me? That was what I used to think. Where was my mother? Why did no one talk about her?

Thinking back now, I realize how truly stupid I was.

Lady Martha was always kind to me. She looked after me like her own son. She cooked my favorite meals. She tucked me into bed. She never treated me differently.

But I never treated her like my mother. I respected her, yes. But I never cared about her the way I should have.

When I asked my father about my mother, the response I got was always the same... "Don’t ask."

When I asked others about my mother, the response I got was always the same... "We don’t know."

It was frustrating. It was like my mother had never existed at all.

When I was ten years old, Lady Martha brought a person into my life... my fiancée, Mira.

As time passed, my contact with my father decreased. We barely spoke.

It was not until I was twelve years old, when I awakened naturally and became an [Iron] ranker, that something shifted.

I still remember that day. My father looked at me, and for the first time in years, he smiled. He said one word.

"Good."

It was only one word, but for me, it was everything. It was validation. It was an acknowledgment. It was proof that he cared for me.

Soon after, Cael also awakened. But he had less talent than me, in every possible way. My father did not even bother to check in on him.

But my younger self had to show off. I had to compare myself with Cael. I had to prove that I was better.

As time passed, unknowingly, a line was drawn between Cael and me.

Slowly, that line turned into a small crater. We barely talked to each other. We sat at separate tables. We walked different paths.

And soon, when we were sixteen, my father sent Cael and Lady Martha out of the main estate.

That day, the small crater turned into a deep, large chasm.

When the academy started, if we encountered each other, we did not even acknowledge each other’s presence. We passed like strangers.

Well, not because I did not want to. But because I did not know where to start, what to say, how to bridge the distance I had created.

But during the second year, Cael dropped out of the academy. I did not think much about it at the time.

It was during the early third year that I learned Lady Martha had passed away.

And I never even said goodbye.

That day, I ran. I don’t know how long I ran. I don’t know why or where I was running. But I was running.

For the first time in my life, I hated myself.

Memories of my past flooded into my mind like a dam breaking. Lady Martha’s smile. Her words.

The way she would ruffle my hair when I was a kid. The way she would scold me gently when I was being stubborn.

I remembered the time she asked me to call her mother. I had refused. I had told her I already had a mother.

Even though I had never known her. Even though she had never been there.

Many, many things flooded my mind. Her cooking. Her laughter. The way she would sit beside me when I was sad, not saying anything, just being there.

Before I knew it, I was crying.

They say you never miss something until you truly lose it.

Yes, that day, I lost my mother. And the worst part was, it had already been months since she passed away.

Then I recalled a conversation with Lady Martha. She had knelt beside me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Lucian, if in the future something happens to me... please look after Cael."

I hadn’t understood her words then. I had brushed them aside, thinking they were just a mother’s worry.

But now, I understand. She had known. She had always known that this day would come.

Without hesitating, I reached for my phone and called Cael.

But the call never connected. The number was... outdated.

And I didn’t even know where he was currently staying.

Only then did I truly realize how deep the chasm between Cael and me had become.