The Extra Wants To Live-Chapter 270: The Shadow’s Gambit

The situation was descending into chaos.

Even though the battle was fought while maintaining a siege before the border, there was no room to dig in, and yet, Camilla was already there. That alone was terrifying enough, but she was also a Master.

Her menacing presence made the troops of Tumari tense up, but it was clear that the newly appeared Master was after Siana's life. They had to make their priorities clear.

There were no words—only exchanged glances. The moment the Masters of Tumari rushed toward Siana, Camilla backed away and disappeared.

"Master, give your order."

Although surrounded by pitch-black darkness, Seid, who could no longer become a perfect shadow as before—having given Camilla the Night Lady's Dress—held Siana in his arms and whispered.

"What orders…!"

Siana grit her teeth and shouted.

All enemies around her were deaf, and Seid was the ultimate shadow guard, always protecting Siana perfectly even without orders. There was no point in giving them now.

"My daughter can hear."

Seid moved his lips, invisible in the shadows, and whispered softly into the wind.

At those words, Siana's eyes widened.

If she was Seid's daughter, then she was the Master of Shadows with the Night Lady's Garment! Of all the humans alive in this world, Siana knew that fear better than anyone.

Because it was none other than Siana herself who had her heart destroyed in a surprise attack.

"You can dodge it while in the shadows, but it will work when you come out. If you have the Night Lady's Garment, it's easy to escape and annihilate the enemy."

Seid spoke indifferently, suggesting that he would break the situation by making his daughter a slave.

Boooow! Boom!

Seid barely managed to block the mana blade of the rushing Tumari Master with the sword in his left hand.

The black light emanating from Siana's book restrained and struck the other Masters.

Seid held onto Siana as best he could with his right arm—the only part of his upper body that remained—but it was still precarious.

Siana, too, clung on with all her might, her mind in disarray.

"On the other hand, if you leave my daughter alone in this situation, you will not be able to return alive."

"Fuck!"

Seid simply stated the truth.

Siana cursed, rolling her anxious eyes around while clinging to the violently moving Seid.

However, the Shadow Master with the Night Lady's Garb—the best assassin raised in darkness since the birth of the Hadad cult—could not be found by someone like Siana.

The reason Seid reacted was because he had the same abilities as Camilla, had a long history of handling the Night Lady's Garment, and had trained Camilla himself.

It was also because Seid was more wary of Camilla—who possessed the Night Lady's Hem—than anyone else.

Seid was created by the Hadad Cult before Siana's command, designed to be a colder and more sophisticated assassin than a machine. There was no opening in him.

"Please continue giving orders. I will be helpless the next time my daughter attacks."

"Follow my orders!"

Siana shouted an urgent command.

Her voice, still as sweet as honey, now carried desperation, making it sound pitiful.

Of course, only Seid could hear that voice, so there was no reaction.

Once again, magic and mana blades struck.

Siana felt as though she was reliving a nightmare from the past.

It had been a situation where victory was certain, yet everything had been lost because of one of Seid's daughters.

In the past, she had let her guard down, believing they had practically won after infiltrating the Hadad Church and taking partial control.

When her heart had been destroyed by Seid's attack, the despair she had felt at that moment crept back, wrapping around her throat like an invisible noose.

You damn bitches! A father and daughter are getting in the way!

Even though she had enslaved Seid, Siana couldn't help but feel disgusted.

She had to steal the Night Lady's Hem here.

If she could capture Camilla immediately, that would be ideal, but killing her was just as acceptable.

After killing them, she could collect their bodies and turn them into something like Seid.

If she could acquire the Shadow Master and the Night Lady's Hem, there would be no need for this irritating, exhausting war.

Camilla was circling around Siana and Seid in the shadows, waiting for an opening.

She was also extremely wary of Siana's voice, staying deep within the shadows, far from the sound.

The sound was completely blocked, and her vision was blurred. If she went any deeper, she would see nothing.

She had always believed that this moment would come.

So, she had continuously pushed herself, ensuring she wouldn't lose focus even on this precarious border.

…Father.

But she had never imagined that her father, Seid, would interfere with her.

He, whose veins seemed to be filled with cold ice instead of hot blood, had once sacrificed his life to save her and grant her freedom. Now, he stood in her way.

Camilla steadied herself, waiting patiently for an opportunity.

But, of course, this was Seid.

Now that Camilla's existence had been confirmed, he revealed no openings.

Furthermore, the power Siana wielded through the book was overwhelming—so versatile and limitless.

Even without Seid, Siana could hold off this powerful force alone.

Just like the power Garten had possessed, it must have grown by feeding on the corpses of those who died in this war.

Unlike Garten, who had been limited to a single county, Siana had spent years burning Tumaria with the flames of war, causing countless deaths.

That power must be destroyed.

If she gave it her all, she might get one chance.

And even then, there was no guarantee.

Your Majesty Karl.

Camilla remembered Karl's voice—his fingers tracing her form as she played in the shadows, his cold orders concealing his subtle worries.

And she remembered the voice of her father—the one who had died to grant her freedom—whispering words of release.

Camilla hesitated.

Karl had clearly told her to kill Siana at the right time and return safely.

This was an advantageous moment, but by no means a guaranteed success. The moment her first attack missed, the fight would be over.

Retreating and waiting for another opportunity would be the rational choice.

But if she killed Siana here, the war would end.

And, more importantly, she wanted to free her father—who should have been dead—from Siana's grasp.

Camilla, hidden in the shadows, wavered in endless conflict.

But in the end, the fact that she had not yet left meant she had already made her decision.

"Obey my orders!"

Siana shouted loudly as black light counteracted the incoming magic, while Seid's mana blade blocked the others.

She gasped for breath, barely clinging to Seid's violently moving arm.

That brief lapse lasted only a moment. A second… no, less than that.

But for Camilla, the Shadow Master created by the Hadad Cult, it was an eternity.

Boooow!

Seid reacted swiftly, swinging his sword at Camilla as she emerged from beneath his feet.

Two identical swords clashed violently, the duel between two unseen warriors.

Camilla suddenly realized something strange.

Seid should have been powerless against the Night Lady's Hem.

He should have known precisely when and where she would strike.

If he had chosen to fight, Seid could have killed Camilla even at the cost of taking her attacks head-on.

Yet, even with his right arm severed, he had not attacked Camilla. Even now, facing her in battle, he was only defending Siana.

Puck.

There was no more hesitation.

Camilla twisted Seid's remaining arm, let go of her sword, and filled her other hand with mana.

She lunged forward.

Her mana-imbued spear pierced into Siana's stomach, blood splattering through the air.

But it was shallow.

Seid twisted his body and managed to block Camilla's hand with his right arm, which was all that was left.

And even in the midst of all this, the sword held in Seid's left hand and his Mana Blade were at a mysterious distance, seemingly within touching distance of Camilla, yet unable to reach her.

To Camilla, I won't let anything hurt your daughter.

Seid was trained and raised by the Hadad cult for decades to always maintain peace of mind and obey the cult's commands.

That's how Seid risked his life to save Camilla.

A handful of fatherly love blossomed from the iron chest of the slaughter doll, causing him to turn away from the values he was created to follow.

And now, even in Siana's orders that bind her, she persistently finds loopholes and makes herself act according to her own will.

It is the indomitable will of one human being who has endlessly doubted and reflected on himself despite being pickled with faith and brainwashing.

Even after becoming a puppet and a slave, he never lost a fragment of his unchanging self. freewebnøvel.com

The next moment, the father, who had no choice but to defend his enemies by order, gently pushed away the entangled arms and gave a silent warning to his daughter.