Novel's Extra: The Lost Heir of Dragon Queen

Final Teams

The Cream fillers:

Kael (Leader): Adaptable swordsman.

Ren: Precision archer with a sharp wit.

Marcus: Dragon-blooded tank and strategist.

Aelina: Efficient and focused mage.

Lira: Agile rogue with a knack for improvisation.

Dream Team:

Shirone (Leader)

Elise: Manipulative and skilled mage.

Olivia: Talented healer.

Farron: Heavy hitter with unmatched strength.

Eric: Enthusiastic but unpredictable swordsman.

The Stage is Set

But Kael wasn’t worried about the dream team.

If anything, he was eager.

He knew the future—at least, he thought he did.

The novel’s plot had already begun to shift, thanks to his interventions.

Characters who once played minor roles now stood beside him.

Events were diverging from the script he had memorized.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

Knowing the future came with its burdens.

He was constantly torn between staying low-key and using his knowledge to its fullest.

"I can’t let them see my full potential just yet. There’s too much at stake if I draw attention too soon."

Kael’s thoughts wandered further, back to the memories of the novel.

He recalled the key events that would unfold at the academy—

"If the timeline has already changed, I can’t rely on the novel completely," he muttered.

"I’ll need to adapt, just like I’ve trained myself to do."

As the final bell rang, signaling the dismissal of classes, the atmosphere in the academy buzzed with anticipation.

The teams had been formed earlier that day, a strategic move designed to help students bond and understand their roles within their groups.

While the rest of the students dispersed, chattering excitedly about their plans for the evening.

Kael’s mind was elsewhere.

Leaning against the edge of his desk, Kael watched his team members as they exchanged casual words, beginning to build the camaraderie that would be essential in the challenges to come.

He knew better than anyone that these seemingly trivial connections would soon be tested in the crucible of the upcoming trial.

A trial none of the students had been informed about yet—except Kael.

"The Trial of the Island," Kael muttered

It wasn’t just some glorified school activity; it was a dangerous test, one designed to push students to their limits. And —

Kael clenched his fists as his emerald-green eyes gazed out the classroom window, where the sun was slowly dipping below the horizon.

He exhaled sharply, breaking away from the growing noise of the classroom.

"I can’t afford to waste time," he muttered to himself.

It had been a week since he last trained—a week too long for someone who knew what awaited them.

His muscles felt restless, his instincts dulled.

Kael slung his bag over his shoulder and turned to Ren and Marcus, who were still engaged in a light-hearted argument over who had the better looks.

Ren’s elven features glimmered with an almost ethereal light in the setting sun, while Marcus, ever the dragon-blooded warrior, exuded a confident arrogance.

Kael smirked faintly but didn’t interrupt.

"They’ll be fine for now," he thought, knowing they’d catch up to him soon enough.

Right now, he needed to focus on himself.

If he didn’t sharpen his skills, both magic and swordsmanship, he’d be putting everyone at risk.

Walking through the academy’s sprawling corridors, Kael felt a familiar fire light within him.

He could already hear the rhythmic clang of swords, the crackling of magic, and the heartbeat-like thrum of his training routines.

"It’s time to get started again," he whispered, his voice resolute.

This wasn’t just about getting stronger—it was about Survival.

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The night had fallen silent, the academy grounds bathed in the soft silver glow of moonlight.

The training field was deserted, save for one lone figure seated in the stillness, his form outlined by the faint luminescence of mana that surrounded him.

Kael sat cross-legged, his hands resting gently on his knees in the padam-mudra posture, a traditional stance meant to channel focus and balance.

The deep hum of his mana coursing through him resonated faintly in the still air.

Professor Darius’s words echoed in Kael’s mind: "Your raw talent is remarkable, Kael, but your mana control is wildly inefficient. Uncontrolled power is wasted power."

It was a critique that had struck a nerve, compelling him to train late into the night.

His mind synchronize with the flow of energy inside him.

Threads of mana coiled and uncoiled within him, responding erratically to his will.

His emerald-green eyes were shut tight as he worked to tame the chaotic force.

Hours passed in silence.

After what felt like an eternity, his eyes fluttered open, a faint glow still lingering in his pupils.

His body felt heavy, his muscles slightly sore from the prolonged focus.

As he glanced at the nearby clock on the training hall wall, his eyes widened slightly.

It was already 1:00 a.m.

Kael stretched, letting out a soft sigh of relief mixed with frustration.

His progress felt incremental, but progress nonetheless.

As he leaned back, preparing to wrap up for the night, something—or rather, someone—caught his attention.

Sitting a few feet away from him, illuminated by the faint glow of her own mana, was a girl with striking purple hair cascading down her back and piercing violet eyes.

Lumia.

She had been quietly practicing her own mana techniques, her posture calm and composed, though her eyes radiated the same intensity Kael had seen during their brief training sessions at the vampire castle.

For a moment, Kael simply observed her, impressed by the grace and precision with which she channeled her mana.

Lumia’s violet eyes opens and shifted toward him, meeting his gaze.

A faint smirk played at the corners of her lips.

"You’re not very subtle, you know," she said, her voice low but carrying an amused lilt.

"Staring at someone without saying anything could be considered rude, Kael."

Kael blinked, momentarily caught off guard before smirking back.

"I wasn’t staring, just… observing." He gestured toward her glowing mana.

"Seems like I’m not the only one who can’t sleep." Kael said.

Lumia chuckled softly.