The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice

Caspian felt it before he even turned around.

Death.

And it came from three sources.

Fianna. Vynesaa. Darian.

Each of them radiated killing intent so thick he could practically see it seeping through the air.

Caspian exhaled slowly. "I'm so screwed."

He didn't need anyone to tell him why.

Rejecting one noble lady in public? That was bad.

Rejecting two noble ladies—both the pride of their families—only to turn around and dance with a professor instead?

That was a death sentence.

Nobles cared about reputation more than anything. A formal dance invitation was as good as a public declaration. To refuse someone in front of an entire ballroom full of influential figures?

That was an insult that could ruin someone's image for years.

And Caspian had done it to both Fianna and Vynesaa.

Damn it.

He needed to get out of here.

Step One — Escape Before They Kill Me

Caspian slowly shifted his foot, preparing to move—

"Going somewhere?"

Shit.

Fianna's voice was sweet, dangerously so.

Caspian turned slightly, finding her smiling at him.her eyes—gods, her eyes—were burning with something far more lethal than anger.

"Oh, hey Fianna. I didn't see you there," Caspian lied.

Fianna's smile didn't waver. "Really? You didn't see me? Funny, because I remember standing right in front of you when I asked for a dance."

Caspian chuckled awkwardly. "Did you? I must have been distracted."

She leaned in slightly, voice low enough for only him to hear. "You know… I spent hours preparing for tonight, thinking of the perfect way to get you alon....e..... Sorry" she trailed off, her fingers tapping her elbow.

Caspian gulped.

Then another voice joined in—Vynesaa's.

"You know, Caspian, I thought you were just an idiot."

Caspian turned his head.

Vynesaa stood there, Her expression was calm—too calm. It was a dangerous kind of calm.

"But it turns out," she continued, "you're an idiot who doesn't know how high society works. Do you have any idea what you've done?"

Caspian hesitated. "Uh… insulted you?"

Vynesaa's lips twitched. "Yes. And publicly humiliated us both in front of the entire academy."

Okay, that sounded worse when she said it out loud.

"Listen, I—"

"No." Fianna cut him off. "You listen."

Both girls took a step forward. Caspian took a step back.

This was bad.

And then—

BAM!

A heavy hand slapped against Caspian's shoulder. Hard.

The force nearly made him stumble forward.

Oh, come on.

He didn't even need to turn around to know who it was.

Darian Vael.

Tall, broad-shouldered, and currently looking like he wanted to throw Caspian out the nearest window.

"You know, Cas," Darian said, his voice light but his grip tight, "I'm not one to get involved in other people's affairs. But when you steal the attention of every beautiful woman in the room—including the one I was talking to—you kinda force my hand."

Caspian sighed. Then Caspian gave him a look of —(I'm currently dealing with two women who might murder me first.)

Darian smirked.then he gave a look of— (Oh, don't worry. I'll wait my turn.)

Of course he would.

Caspian raised his hands in surrender. "Alright. I get it. I messed up. I should have danced with you both first—"

"Damn right," Fianna muttered.

"—and I'll make it up to you."

That caught their attention.

Vynesaa narrowed her eyes. "How?"

"Uh…" Caspian hesitated.

Shit. He didn't think that far ahead.

Fianna crossed her arms.

Caspian took a deep breath. "I'll make it up to you with… a favor."

That got their interest.

Vynesaa arched an eyebrow. "A favor?"

"Yes," Caspian nodded quickly. "Anything you ask. Within reason, of course."

Fianna tapped her chin, pretending to think. "Anything?"

Caspian hesitated. "...Within reason."

"Deal."

What?

Caspian blinked. "Wait, what?"

Fianna smirked. "You already said it. No take-backs."

Shit.

Vynesaa gave a slow, satisfied smile. "Then I guess I'll be seeing you soon, Caspian."

Darian laughed, now giving him look of —(Damn, you really dug your own grave, huh?)

Caspian exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

Caspian sighed. "Fine. I'll deal with this later."

Fianna smirked. "Yes, you will."

Vynesaa turned gracefully.

Darian gave him a pat—more like a slap—on the back before leaving too.

Caspian let out a breath.

"I'm alive."

Barely.

.....

Caspian stood in front of the classroom door.

He exhaled. "Alright. Here we go."

A small plaque beside the entrance read:

S-Class.

The elite of the elite. The top-ranked students of the academy.

He pushed open the door.

His seat at the far corner, beside Darian and Oliver.

Great.

At the front of the room, Lyrius sat beside Calenthir Reyes.

That was expected pairing.

And then, his gaze shifted to the opposite side of the room.

Vynesaa and Fianna sat together, deep in conversation.

That was even stranger.

Caspian knew, without a doubt, that these two were not friends in the original story. Their personalities didn't mesh at all.

And yet, there they were, sitting next to each other, looking almost comfortable.

Caspian frowned. "Did I do that?"

It was possible. His interference had already changed small details in the story, but this… this was big.

He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing yet.

Either way, he decided to leave that problem for later.

For now, he had to sit down and—

"Well, well, if it isn't our favorite heartbreaker."

Caspian sighed before even turning to face Darian.

The red haired dragon grinned as Caspian took his seat.l

"You look a little tense, Cas," Darian said. "Feeling guilty about leaving two noble ladies to fend for themselves?"

"No," Caspian replied dryly. "I'm feeling guilty that I didn't let you take my place instead."

Darian chuckled. "Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't have made the same mistake. I would've danced with both of them."

Oliver, who had been quietly observing, smirked. "And gotten yourself killed by them afterward."

Darian laughed. "Worth it."

Caspian shook his head. "Somehow, I doubt that."

Before the conversation could continue, the classroom door opened again.

And just like that, the energy in the room shifted.

A woman walked in.

Long blonde hair, sharp green eyes, and an aura of quiet confidence.

Caspian stiffened.

Oh no.

She strode to the front of the class, every movement precise and controlled. When she reached the podium, she turned to face them, her gaze sweeping across the room before finally settling on him.

Oh, I am so screwed.

She smiled—and not the good kind.

"Good morning, everyone." Her voice was smooth, commanding. "My name is Professor Elara Lysenne. I will be your homeroom teacher for this year."

The moment she finished introducing herself, her eyes flicked back to Caspian.

Watching.

Caspian resisted the urge to sink into his chair.

"No."

It was the same teacher he danced with.....