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

Chapter 169: Lucian Vayne [2]

’What should I do?’

I wondered how to contact Cael. The number I had was outdated. I had no address. No way to reach him.

The chasm between us had grown so wide that I did not even know where my own brother lived.

Then the only answer I could think of was Mira, my fiancée. She might have Cael’s contact. After all, she and Cael were considered friends.

’Friends.’

How low had I fallen? I am his brother, yet I have to ask his friend to get his contact.

I hate it. No, I regretted it.

I called Mira. She answered after a few rings. Her voice was calm, familiar.

"Lucian? It has been a while."

I did not waste time with pleasantries. I asked if she had Cael’s number.

She paused for a moment, then said she did. She also told me she did not know his address, but she had his contact information.

That was enough.

After receiving Cael’s number, I immediately called it. But the phone was switched off. The call went straight to voicemail.

I gritted my teeth.

Then I asked Mira for Elowyn’s contact instead. I could have asked Mira to enquire Elowyn about Cael’s address, but I did not.

No, I had to face the results of my actions. I had to do this myself.

Once I got Elowyn’s contact, I called her. She answered after a few seconds.

"Hello?"

I cleared my throat and said,

"It’s me. Lucian."

A pause. Then her voice came back, flat and cold.

"...What is it?"

I took a breath and replied,

"Can you tell me Cael’s current address?"

Another pause. This one was longer, then she answered, her voice was even sharper than before.

"Are you seriously asking me that?"

When I heard that question, I did not know how to answer. But I had already expected this. And I had already decided to face it.

"Yes," I said.

"Please tell me."

She did not answer my question; instead, she asked a question of her own, her voice quieter now.

"Can you tell me why... why does your father hate Cael so much?"

I closed my eyes and said,

"I don’t know. I really don’t know."

She was silent for a moment. Then she gave me two addresses.

All she said was, "If he is not in that villa, then he might be in the second address."

Without much delay, I took a cab and went to the first address.

It was a small yet beautiful villa. The garden was well-kept. The walls were painted a soft white.

But when I asked the security guard about Cael, he said Cael was not in the house.

That meant he was at the second address.

It took me an hour to reach the second place. The roads grew narrower. The buildings grew older. The trees grew thicker.

The sky was dark, with no stars in sight. Dark clouds covered the entire area, swallowing the moon and the light.

-RUMBLE.

The thunder roared, followed by an unstoppable downpour. The rain fell in sheets, heavy and cold, soaking everything it touched.

-Pit -Pat.

The sound of raindrops against stone filled the cemetery. The air was thick with the smell of wet earth and damp grass.

When I arrived, I stepped out of the cab and looked ahead.

Rows of gravestones stretched before me, silent and still. Some were old, weathered by years of rain and wind. Others were newer, their inscriptions still sharp and clear.

I walked toward the cemetery, searching for Cael. My steps were slow, hesitant. The rain soaked through my clothes, but I did not care.

It only took me a few minutes before I found him.

He was sitting under a large tree, his back against the trunk, staring at a cement pillar.

It was Lady Martha’s grave, which I had never visited. The inscription was carved into the stone, simple and elegant.

I walked forward and stood beside him.

But he did not turn his head. He did not even notice me. His eyes were fixed on the grave, distant and unfocused. A bottle of wine dangled loosely from his fingers.

I called out slowly, my voice barely audible due to the rain,

"Cael."

He was about to take a gulp from the bottle when he paused. He turned his head, his violet eyes meeting mine. They were glassy, unfocused.

For a moment, he did not seem to recognize me. Then he said,

"Luke?"

When I stared into his eyes, I was shocked. There was not even a trace of emotion left. They were empty and lifeless, like he had no reason to live anymore.

Before I knew it, the words left my mouth.

"I am sorry."

Cael tilted his head, confusion flickering across his face as he asked,

"Sorry for what?"

Hearing that, my eyes widened. I had never expected him to ask that. I thought he would just accept it. I thought he would just nod.

"I... I did not know that Lady Martha died. I should have—"

Before I could say anything, Cael raised his hand to stop me.

"Stop," he said, his voice flat. He stood up, swaying slightly, then he said,

"Let me tell you something... there is no need to apologize to me. Actually, I do not even care if you arrived or not."

He took a few more gulps of wine. The liquid spilled down his chin, mixing with the rain.

He was just an [Iron] ranker; his body was no different from that of some strong ordinary humans. He would get drunk easily.

I also noticed several empty bottles beside the tree. Only God knew how many bottles he had drunk today.

I tried to stop him from drinking more. I reached out, but he pulled away.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?"

He shouted as he added,

"Just go away!"

The rain continued to pour, growing heavier. Thunder rumbled in the distance. Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the cemetery for a brief second, in stark white light.

The weather was dangerous for Cael.

So, I took a step forward, grabbed his hand, and said,

"Let’s go. I will take you back to your house."

But before I could pull further, my danger sense screamed at me. It was a sharp, instinctive warning that cut through the rain and the thunder.

I turned around just in time to see a fist filling my vision.

Then that fist hit my face.

-CREAK.

A bone-breaking sound followed, sharp and sickening. It was Cael’s hand bone that had broken.

The impact sent a shock through my skull, and a small line of blood trickled from my nose.

The rain washed the blood away almost instantly, mixing red with the water streaming down my face.

I stared at him as I asked, my voice flat,

"What are you doing, Cael?"

Then Cael laughed. It was a hollow, empty sound that didn’t belong in this place. It echoed through the cemetery,

"What am I doing?"

He muttered, his words slurred,

"I should ask you that. What do you think you are doing?"

A sword appeared in Cael’s hand. The blade glinted faintly in the dim light. He swung it at my hand, the one holding his hand.

I immediately released him and took a few steps back, my boots splashing against the wet grass.

Cael looked at me with an irritating glare. His violet eyes were glassy, but there was a fire in them that I had not seen before.

Then he paused as if he was thinking of something, then he laughed out loud,

"I get it now, I understand why you are acting this way."

He raised his sword, pointing its tip at me. The rain streamed down the blade, dripping onto the ground.

"You... you just don’t want to feel guilty. Am I wrong?"

-RUMBLE.

Thunder rolled across the sky, drowning out the sound of my own heartbeat.

Hearing those words, for a moment, my mind went blank. The rain, the thunder, the cold, all of it faded away. There was only Cael’s voice, echoing in my ears.

Because what he said was... true.

My body trembled when I realized it. A cold shiver ran down my spine that had nothing to do with the rain.

I was the one who hadn’t cared about Cael for the past few years. I was the one who had let the chasm grow. I was the one who had walked past him like a stranger.

And suddenly, I came to him. Telling him not to drink. Trying to take him to his house for his safety.

Why was I suddenly doing that?

It was simple... I did not want to feel guilty.

I wanted to mend the relationship back to normal, like when we were kids. But deep down, I knew, it was no longer possible.

"HAHAHA..."

My thoughts were interrupted by Cael’s laughter. It was loud, bitter, filled with contempt. It cut through the rain like a blade, sharp and cruel.

He looked at me with disgust, his empty eyes finally showing something.

"What? Cat got your tongue?"

Then he added, his voice mocking,

"I am right, aren’t I?"