I'm an Extra, so What?
Chapter 94 - 94: Forced Plot

Up in the stands—

Luka leaned forward slightly, fingers resting on his chin.

His expression was unreadable—somewhere between confusion and suspicion.

He had seen the notification flash across his interface not long ago.

The main character had lost a lot of Fate.

And yet, Luka hadn't seen the moment it happened.

Nearly every recorder had been destroyed during the fight.

No replay, no data feed, no explanation.

Still… what bothered him wasn't the broken recorders.

It was how the main character had beaten Charlotte.

Luka narrowed his eyes.

'How in the living hell did he defeat the Second Princess? She should've outclassed him in every stat. Unless…'

A chilling thought crossed his mind.

'Is the game-like world… forcing him to win? Forcing the plot?'

The implication unsettled him.

"Um… Luka?" Elysia's soft voice appeared.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Luka turned toward the girl beside him.

"Yes, Saintess?" he asked gently, noting the subtle frown on her face.

Elysia sat with her hands folded in her lap, her posture delicate, but her aura heavy.

Her soft features were downcast, her gaze lowered to the floor where her thoughts seemed to pool like shadows.

Luka could see it clearly—

She was heartbroken.

Not angry, not shocked… just deeply saddened.

He guessed the reason immediately.

The Saintess had never been fond of violence.

Even during mock battles, she would often turn away when the blows became too real.

Her compassion ran deep, especially for those she considered friends.

"I've decided…" she said at last, voice trembling.

"I'm going to withdraw from the Selection Trial."

Luka blinked. "Withdraw?"

She nodded.

"Seeing all this brutality—this pointless, excessive violence—it hurts. It hurts more than I expected. Watching the Second Princess, brought low in such a way… It pains me deeply. I don't wish to be a part of this selection trial anymore, not if this is what it demands of us."

She paused, her lips quivering ever so slightly.

"I just… I also just want to see if she's alright."

Before she could spiral further into her emotions—

Luka gently raised his hand to stop her.

"I understand. We should go check on her."

He rose to his feet and brushed some dust from himself.

Without another word—

Elysia stood with him.

Her face softened, gratitude dancing in her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You truly are a kind soul, Luka."

Luka gave a small, fleeting smile in return.

"I can only wish."

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They arrived at the Medical Hall.

The front desk was manned by a sharp-eyed receptionist who, upon hearing their inquiry, immediately shut them down with a polite but firm refusal.

"I'm sorry, but patients of high status are granted privacy and discretion. We cannot disclose her location without direct permission."

Luka, despite his growing impatience, remained composed.

Elysia, ever polite, asked again with gentle insistence.

It took nearly thirty minutes of negotiation—

Elysia invoking her position as the Saintess—

Luka calmly explaining their concern—

Before the receptionist finally relented and sent a magical message for clearance.

A few minutes later, a reply came.

[Permission granted]

They were led down a quiet corridor, the sound of their footsteps echoing through the polished hall.

At the end stood a door, flanked by glowing runes for protection and privacy.

Luka knocked twice before gently pushing the door open.

Inside—

Charlotte lay reclined on a large velvet bed, her hair splayed over the pillows, her clothing gone, replaced with a patient's robe.

Her face bore signs of exhaustion—not just physical, but emotional.

Her once-proud posture had wilted.

"Hey," Luka said softly, stepping inside.

"How are you holding up?"

Elysia followed silently, unsure of what to say.

"…" Charlotte's gaze drifted to them, and she exhaled slowly.

"I still… don't understand how he beat me."

Her voice was quiet.

Defeated.

The frustration in her words was not born from pride, but confusion.

She had been stronger.

She had been winning.

Then—she wasn't.

Luka walked to the side and took a seat in the corner chair, folding one leg over the other.

He clasped his hands and looked at her thoughtfully.

"Well," he began, his tone carefully measured, "I had only told the Saintess this before, but… perhaps it's time you heard it too."

Charlotte turned to him, eyes narrowing slightly.

"To be frank," Luka said, leaning back, "I'm pretty sure a demon has taken control of Arthur."

The room went still.

"A… demon?" Charlotte echoed, almost whispering to herself.

The idea sounded absurd—until it didn't.

Her memories of the selection trial flashed through her mind.

The sudden shift in pressure.

The unnatural surge in his strength.

The unexplainable dread she had felt just before everything spiraled out of her control.

Now, it all clicked.

'That wasn't Arthur. That couldn't have been,' Charlotte thought to herself.

Luka could see the realization dawning in her eyes, and inwardly, he resisted the urge to smirk.

The lie settled in perfectly—woven from her own doubts.

He crossed his arms.

"Indeed," he said gravely.

"And after what happened today… I think this only confirms it."

He glanced over to Elysia, gauging her reaction.

She said nothing, but her silence was telling.

"Telling me this…" Charlotte began slowly, her eyes narrowing in deep thought, "what exactly am I meant to do with such information? Should I inform the Church?"

Her voice was low but serious.

She understood the weight of what Luka had just told her.

If this guess—if this truth—got out, it could shatter the fragile peace that had lasted for centuries since the Great War.

The masses would panic.

Riots would break out in the outer cities.

The Noble Faction would almost certainly call for immediate mobilization, demanding war.

Luka shook his head at once.

"Not yet," he said firmly.

"We need to keep this under wraps—for now. Let him participate in the Annual Elf-Human Showdown. During the event, you and the Saintess can plan to have him… removed. Quietly. From both the Academy and the continent itself."

There was no hesitance in his tone.

Luka didn't just want the main character expelled—he wanted him exiled.

Displaced.

Gone from the game board entirely.

The further the main character was from everything, the safer Luka's plans would be.

Charlotte slowly nodded, the gravity of it all settling into her bones.

"I understand… I'll work closely with the Saintess to coordinate it. Even if it turns out he isn't possessed… it may still be a worthy sacrifice for the safety of the Empire."

"Indeed," Luka replied, giving her a single approving nod.

Finally, Elysia spoke, her voice calm but resolute.

"I'll do my best to help," she said, "but if he turns out not to be possessed by a demon… then I won't assist in removing him."

Her words fell like a stone into the center of the conversation.

Her eyes met Luka's without flinching.

"I will not be part of condemning a human for something he didn't do. That crosses a line I won't ever forgive myself for."

Charlotte looked like she was about to protest—

but Luka raised his hand before she could speak.

"That's perfectly fine," he said, his voice cool and composed.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from the Saintess."

His expression was unreadable, but his mind was already moving several steps ahead.

'If Arthur isn't a demon… I'll make sure he becomes something worse in her eyes.'

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