I'm an Extra, so What?
Chapter 97 - 97: Elven Hatred

Having settled into his room—

Which had been surprisingly well-stocked with fresh clothing, basic necessities, and even a modest selection of elven-crafted toiletries—

Luka found himself with time to spare.

The others were resting.

The little dragon was curled up comfortably on his bed, and his personal maid had dutifully finished everything she needed to do.

And so…

Luka decided he wanted to explore—

Leaving the tree, and venturing out into the heart of the Elven Kingdom, curious to see it firsthand rather than through the limited, game-like perspective he once knew.

Lanterns hung from branches, casting soft glows that lit the walkways with a kind of ethereal shimmer.

His personal maid walked by his side, her eyes wide with both wonder and trepidation.

Serene lingered near the edge of one of the bridges, peering cautiously down into the misty abyss below.

"Young Master," she whispered, her voice laced with unease.

"We're really high up…"

Her hands clutched the wooden railing tightly, knuckles pale.

Luka paused, glancing over his shoulder at her, noticing the way her gaze flickered nervously.

"Yeah… I tend not to look down. So, you probably shouldn't either," he advised with a light chuckle, though there was a slight tension to his voice.

He, too, had always hated heights.

It wasn't something he openly admitted, but the sensation of standing on swaying bridges so far above the earth wasn't exactly comforting.

Turning away from the dizzying view, he continued down the bridge—

Serene quickening her pace to fall in step beside him.

As they walked, it became clear they were drawing attention.

Elven eyes tracked their every move—

Some with blatant curiosity, others with thinly veiled hostility.

Whispers flitted through the air like the rustling of leaves, and more than once, a group of elven men attempted to shoulder-check Luka as they passed.

Yet, with a fluid grace—

Luka sidestepped each one, never breaking stride, hands casually tucked into his pockets.

The elves would click their tongues in irritation, muttering curses under their breath—

"…" Luka flashed them an unbothered grin.

Serene, glancing nervously back at the elven men, leaned closer and whispered, "Young Master… it seems they really hate us…"

Her voice was timid, and she walked as if she wanted to curl up and disappear from sight.

The elven gazes were very sharp, like needles pressing against her skin, and she instinctively shrank away from them.

"…" Luka only shrugged as he strolled with an almost exaggerated nonchalance.

"Well, we did enslave their people for, I don't know… a couple of hundred years? Can't really blame them for holding a grudge," he replied matter-of-factly.

He kicked a stray pebble off the bridge, watching it vanish into the fog below. 'Yeah, I shouldn't of looked…'

"Then again," Luka continued, voice growing quieter but sharper, "they also enslaved humans for a good while too. So, they're just being pissy."

His eyes narrowed slightly.

"It's not like either side is innocent."

Serene's eyes flickered with surprise at his bluntness. "I didn't know…"

"Most people don't," Luka said, brushing it off.

"History tends to get written by whoever's in power. Both sides got their hands dirty, and neither wants to admit it."

He stopped, turning to look out over the edge, just for a moment. 'Fuck me… I really gotta stop looking…'

"They can hold onto that victim mentality all they want. Doesn't change anything."

His words lingered for a moment.

Though Luka knew it wasn't that simple—

Grudges festered, and wounds didn't heal just because someone said it was time.

But still, he couldn't help but wish it were.

"Come on," Luka said, "We've got a whole kingdom to see. Let's not waste it hiding from dirty looks."

"Of course!" Serene nodded slowly, picking up her pace to match his.

As they crossed the bridge, the scenery opened up into a bustling marketplace.

Wooden stalls stretched as far as the eye could see, each handcrafted from polished bark and adorned with intricate carvings of vines and leaves.

Signs hung overhead, written in flowing Elvish script.

The place was alive with movement—

Elves bartering and laughing, lines of eager customers, and children darting between legs, their laughter echoing.

The aroma of fresh fruit and herbal fragrances filled the air, mingling with the crisp scent of the forest.

Luka's eyes caught sight of a small stall a little off to the side.

Its wooden countertop was neatly lined with baskets overflowing with vibrant fruits—

Pale blue pears that shimmered in the light, crimson apples with a glassy sheen, and what appeared to be glowing berries, their surfaces pulsating faintly with soft, ethereal light.

The sight alone was enough to make his stomach growl, a rumble that startled his personal maid beside him.

Luka rubbed his stomach with a wry grin.

"I'm a little hungry… Want to get something to eat?" he asked, his eyes still glued to the stall.

His tongue flicked out to lick his lips as he eyed the fresh produce.

Despite his disdain for the elves' strict vegan diet, he couldn't deny that their fruit looked tasty.

Serene smiled, her earlier nervousness melting away for a moment.

"I don't mind, Young Master," she replied gently, hands clasped in front of her.

"Great, then let's get moving," Luka said, already making his way toward the stall, weaving through clusters of elves who subtly stepped aside with disgust.

Luka didn't bother acknowledging them.

If they wanted to stare, let them.

He wasn't about to change his steps for anyone, much less for a bunch of judgmental elves.

As they joined the line, it was almost as if the entire marketplace shifted focus.

Whispers began to spread like wildfire, and more than a few elven guards, dressed in gleaming emerald armor and armed with spears tipped with enchanted steel, stopped their patrols to watch.

Their expressions were stony, eyes sharp and unblinking.

"…" Luka tapped his foot idly, whistling a soft, tuneless melody, entirely unfazed by the attention.

Serene, however, was a different story.

Her hands fidgeted with the hem of her maid dress, her eyes darting around as if she expected an arrow to be loosed at any moment.

Luka noticed her discomfort almost immediately, his gaze shifting to her pale face and the way she seemed to shrink under the weight of so many eyes.

He sighed, the sound more sympathetic than annoyed.

Leaning closer, he spoke in a low voice, "Hey, just ignore them. They're gonna stare. It's what they do. No point getting all worked up over it. You're just getting anxious for nothing."

Serene swallowed hard, nodding stiffly.

"Sorry, Young Master. It's just… hard getting used to this," she whispered, her hands still trembling slightly.

Luka's expression softened.

"I get it," he replied. "But try your hardest, alright? They can stare all they want; it's not gonna change anything."

His gaze flickered to the guards.

Luka merely smirked at them before turning back to his personal maid.

"If anything happens, well…" He shrugged:

"I'll just beat them senseless."

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