I Want to Be an Extra

“Hmm…”

What a display of confidence.

Tera shifted her gaze towards the source of that confident voice, realizing immediately who it belonged to.

Considering it was that human, it was only natural for him to exude such assurance.

“Ah, ahahaha…”

Tera’s demonic expression vanished instantly, replaced by an awkward smile.

‘Save me, President.’ 

The outside world was undeniably treacherous.

She was better off dealing with paperwork in the student council room, as it suited her nature.

Just as Tera entertained these thoughts…

“The three of you have picked quite an interesting day to come here.”

“Why is that?”

Lewin asked bluntly, prompting Beriel to point at the new figure and respond,

“Because it’s almost a miracle to witness our academy’s spectacle, the blazing magic building, and that person all at once.”

A burning building as a spectacle?

Lewin’s attention shifted to the new character, anticipating that his time at the academy would be far from dull.

“And who might that person be?”

Before Beriel could answer, a boy approached swiftly and looked down at Lewin, stating,

“Lutess.”

Simultaneously, a loud smack echoed through the air.

“Lutess Dee Babelri…an?”

The boy’s palm collided with Lewin’s cheek, sending him flying a considerable distance away.

“Huh…?”

Lutess, the boy, stared at his palm, his eyes filled with confusion.

What just happened?

He had only intended to chastise the impudent fool who didn’t recognize his identity.

Lutess de Babelrian.

He was the fourth prince of the Babylonian Empire, renowned as the center of the continent.

Nevertheless, he had planned to forgive the freshman lightly with a slap.

“What the…?”

He muttered, bewildered by the disaster he had unwittingly caused.

It had been a mere slap, yet it propelled the recipient several meters away, leaving him motionless on the ground.

“Oh, no, this can’t be!”

Tera shattered the ensuing silence.

With teary eyes, she shifted her gaze between Lutess and Lewin, who lay on the ground like a lifeless body.

“Oh, no…!”

Overwhelmed by the scene, Tera’s legs gave way, and she collapsed on the spot.

“Lewin!”

At the same time, Laila, still unaware of the situation, rushed to where Lewin had fallen, shocked.

“What… What is happening?”

Lutess, the fool who had become a spectacle in Beresha Academy, found himself flustered once again by the sudden appearance of the girl.

“What’s going on?”

With a single gentle gesture, he had sent someone flying, and now, out of nowhere, another person emerged.

Unable to grasp the reality of the situation, Lutess turned his gaze towards Beriel.

“Beriel.”

“Oh my.”

Before Lutess could inquire about the bizarre turn of events, Beriel met his gaze with an exceedingly flustered expression.

What was going on?

The surprise in her eyes was genuine, but Lutess knew her well.

It was an act.

While it might have been difficult to picture her in a flustered state, she, too, was human.

Naturally, she would experience surprise and disarray.

But the more flustered Beriel became, the more composed she appeared.

Had she been genuinely flustered, her priority would have been to tend to the person sent flying.

“Your Highness, you’ve finally done it.”

The moment those words were spoken, Lutess’s suspicions turned into certainties.

Because, for an instant, he caught a glimpse of Beriel smiling as if she were relishing the situation.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Wasn’t it common for people to be repelled with a gentle gesture? Shouldn’t the student council executives be in disarray at this sight?

And now, out of nowhere, another person had appeared, while the head maid, who seemed to be everywhere, appeared suspiciously pleased by the unfolding events.

‘Something feels off.’

Lutess could feel cold sweat trickling down his back.

Something was amiss.

His instincts screamed it.

‘Even if I were to strike someone with genuine sincerity, few people in this academy would dare to challenge me.’

Despite his setback in the battle for the throne, the prince was still a prince.

The most prestigious bloodline on the entire continent.

Only a select few could even come close to comparing themselves to this lineage, and among his peers, the numbers dwindled even further.

For instance,

“Royalty from other nations.”

Children from a handful of ducal or marquis families in the empire.

Did they have any reason to attend Beresha Academy?

“A declaration of war against the Dryerf family. How audacious of you.”

“What?”

Beriel’s voice echoed in Lutess’s ears just as he pondered.

“Who?”

“Lewin Dee Dryerf, the beloved youngest son of Duke Dryerf himself.”

No way.

Someone who seemed invincible, someone who wouldn’t even bleed if stabbed, uttering those words.

Lutess couldn’t help but reveal his trembling eyes as he thought.

“Why here?”

“He enrolled as a freshman this year. It caused quite a stir among the circles I’m familiar with. Weren’t you aware?”

He hadn’t heard about it.

Lutess gazed blankly at the still-unconscious Lewin.

‘Could it have escalated to this extent?’

He knew he was being treated as a has-been.

But even if someone from a ducal family entered the academy, they didn’t bother informing him.

Even while being treated as a has-been, the fact that one of his brothers still held him in check made his skin crawl.

‘Damn this family. They still try to keep me in check even in a situation like this.’

‘No, before that…’

What needed to be prioritized now was to control the situation.

Because regardless of his intentions, he had offended the Dryerf family.

“But…”

“What has Lewin done wrong!”

Before Lutess could utter a word, Laila, standing next to the fallen Lewin, glared at him with a threatening expression and shouted.

‘A friend?’

Even after mentioning his name, she reacted this way.

Even if a friend was hurt and angry, it wasn’t an attitude to take towards royalty.

“While you might think so…”

As if understanding Lutess’s thoughts, Beriel calmly but firmly informed him of Laila’s identity.

“Her name is Laila Reinhardt.”

“What?”

“It would be quite challenging even for Your Highness to pick a fight with two ducal families.”

Even watching was difficult for him.

That softly murmured phrase was quite irksome, but Lutess couldn’t say anything in response.

“Why?”

Because that word slipped out first.

“Why? Why on earth are two ducal families from the empire gathering in a place like this academy?”

Lutess couldn’t make sense of the situation at all.

However…

“Your Highness.”

Beriel calmly spoke the truth to Lutess.

“Your Highness is not in a position to ask that, are you?”

He had nothing to say.

What he said and what he thought were the same as what many people had said about him last year.

Why is the prince here?

Shouldn’t he be in the Royal Academy?

There was no reason for the prince to come to Beresha Academy!

What did he say when he heard those words?

“Beresha Academy is peaceful and pleasant. And…”

“Because the breaks are longer and enjoyable.”

“What?”

These days, all academies had short breaks. Lutess frowned and sighed upon hearing his own words thrown back at him.

***

‘Lucky.’

That was Lewin’s fleeting thought towards Lutess.

Of course, it wasn’t a literal thought that flew away.

Even though Lutess had done all sorts of absurd things, he wasn’t a madman who would beat someone to death simply because they pretended not to know him.

“What the hell…”

A voice filled with sighs could be heard.

It was unfathomable for a Dryerf to suddenly appear here.

‘I didn’t expect this either.’

Lewin had merely intended to provoke him slightly before the confrontation.

But it turned out that his opponent was a Barbarian.

Lewin had to struggle to suppress a smile at the unexpected stroke of luck.

‘Master.’

At Daisy’s words from beside him, Lewin cautiously opened his eyes.

He met Daisy’s icy gaze, fully aware that she had already grasped the situation.

‘What the hell are you doing?’

‘Just watch.’

Their exchange ended with a single glance.

Daisy turned her gaze away, feigning ignorance with a sigh, and Lewin quickly closed his eyes again, pretending to be dead so as not to arouse suspicion from the howling Laila beside him.

‘Heroic skill: Play Dead.’

Feign death.

Relax every muscle in the body and cease all signs of breathing.

When this skill, designed to blend in among corpses, was employed within the academy, the situation grew even more chaotic.

“He’s not, he’s not breathing!”

Tears welled up in Laila’s clear eyes and began streaming down her cheeks.

He was dead.

At that single word, Lutess forgot that his opponent was Reinhardt and let out a loud scream.

“What the hell are you talking about!”

Dead from just a slap in the face.

Could that be possible?

With that thought in mind, he rushed towards the fallen Lewin.

“Huh? Huh?”

No breath escaped Lewin’s lips.

Was it just his imagination? Lutess could already feel the coldness in his fingertips.

“This can’t be…”

Lutess hastily pressed his ear against Lewin’s chest, but he couldn’t hear the heartbeat that should have been there.

He’s dead. Truly dead.

Upon realizing this, Lutess felt cold sweat trickling down his spine.

“Does this make any sense?”

To die from a slap in the face.

It would be more logical to assume that someone had poisoned him in a trap.

But what could he do?

Given the current situation, he himself was the culprit.

The prince of the Empire, killing the son of a ducal house at the academy!

It would be a scandal that would shake the empire.

And there was a high probability of facing the gallows, right?

He couldn’t die like this.

He was still in the prime of his life.

He had finally escaped from that tiresome family!

“Over here!”

He had to call for help.

The first thing that caught Lutess’ gaze was the sight of Tera, who had already fainted.

“Beriel!”

Turning his head to the other side, he saw Beriel quietly watching him.

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“We must save him. Save him at all costs!”

“I’m not a god.”

But despite saying that, she didn’t appear flustered.

If it were the usual Lutess, he might have realized something from her demeanor.

“If you save him, I’ll grant you any wish.”

But in his panic, he didn’t notice.

Even though he was a prince, he was still an eleven-year-old boy.

Caught off guard by the sudden situation, he couldn’t maintain his usual cool demeanor.

“Can’t I have three wishes?”

“What the hell! Just save him. As long as you save him!”

“Yes, I understand.”

Those were the words of a royal.

Lutess himself knew the weight of those words best.

Satisfied with his response, Beriel brought her mouth close to Lewin’s face, wearing a calm smile.

Was she going to perform CPR?

That’s what Lutess thought, but instead of heading towards Lewin’s mouth, her mouth moved towards his ear.

“You can have one wish.”

“Well, it’s a pity, but it’s not bad.”

Upon hearing that, Lewin stood up straight away.

“What?”

A person who had stopped breathing and whose heart had stopped suddenly stood up.

Confronted with this unreal scene, Lutess was taken aback.

“Did you trick me?”

He soon realized that he had been fooled and blushed with anger.

“No, Your Highness. Look at this red cheek.”

While gazing at Lutess, Lewin held his left cheek with an expression of pain.

“I slapped you on the right cheek!”

“Oh, really?”

Lutess glared at Beriel as he observed Lewin holding his right cheek in response to his comment.

But…

“That was a good shot.”

“What do you mean?”

Beriel looked at the brooch attached to her chest with a satisfied smile.

“It’s a video magic tool issued to maids. It’s a device that can capture short moments.”

Sometimes, unexpected things happen.

On her brooch, there was a replay of Lutess swearing to grant three wishes.

Upon seeing that, Lutess fell silent.

‘These crazy bastards.’

Whether it was the youngest son of a duke deceiving the prince of the Empire or the head maid of the academy extracting three wishes from the prince.

None of them were ordinary individuals.

Thinking this, Lutess quickly made a decision.

‘I need to get out of here.’

When people panic, their first instinct is to flee.

“Well, he’s fine! I’m leaving!”

To escape the current situation, he ran away first, but unfortunately, he still had nine more years of his academy life ahead of him.