I'm an Extra, so What?-Chapter 65: Not a Heroine

The slightly older knight rubbed his forehead with his fingers, letting out a long, wearied sigh. His eyes stayed closed for a moment before opening once more, now filled with reluctant resolve.

"Considering he acted first, and you merely defended yourself…" he began, voice heavy with restraint.

"I'll overlook it. However, you still need to leave. That is not a request—it's imperative."

He knew his subordinate had a history of causing trouble, and this was yet another incident to add to the growing list.

But regardless, they couldn't afford to have a stranger lingering in the establishment—not when a high-ranking figure was scheduled to meet another behind closed doors.

Luka simply shook his head and casually dropped himself into one of the chairs.

"Yeah, no. Not happening, my friend," he said as he gestured to himself.

"I sit where I want. Not even the Emperor himself could make me move."

He kicked his leg over his knee and reclined into a relaxed, comfortable position, almost mocking.

The older knight's eyes narrowed. "Are you sure about this, boy?"

A smirk curved Luka's lips. "You'll have to make me."

"I see…" the knight murmured. Then he raised a hand, fingers forming a signal in the air.

"Take him. No life-threatening injuries."

In a flash, the four knights surged forward, their spears darting from all angles—aimed with surgical precision to strike at non-lethal points.

"Welp…" Luka sprang from his seat just in time, flipping the chair in front of him like a makeshift shield.

The spears punched through the wooden frame, stopping inches from his body.

He twisted his torso, narrowly avoiding the lethal tips, then grinned.

"That was close," Luka chuckled.

With a sharp kick to the middle of the chair, the embedded spears were jostled back slightly, giving him just enough breathing room.

In the same fluid motion, he drew his Soulreaper Dagger.

He dropped into a loose, confident stance.

"Let's dance, shall we?"

"He's armed!" one of the knights shouted, eyes widening.

In an instant, the formation tightened.

The knights shifted into battle-ready stances, their spears raised with deadly precision.

"Drop the weapon!" another barked.

Luka didn't answer.

Instead, he dashed forward—straight toward the slightly older knight.

The nearest knight reacted instantly, thrusting his spear with practiced speed.

But Luka's body shimmered, vanishing just before impact.

In his place, a flickering afterimage absorbed the blow, only for the spear to pass cleanly through it.

"What the—!?" the knight gasped, eyes snapping to the side.

Luka had already slipped past him.

The clone dissipated into a swirl of light and smoke.

"…" Luka surged forward, closing the distance between him and the slightly older knight in a heartbeat.

He held the Soulreaper Dagger low, its deadly edge glinting as he raised it in a sharp arc, aiming for the man's arm.

But the slightly older knight didn't flinch.

He didn't even reach for the spear on his back.

At the last second, his body shimmered with a faint, golden light—

[Lesser Divine Protection]

Luka's dagger struck true… but instead of cutting flesh, it clanged against a hardened surface, like steel meeting steel.

He clicked his tongue. "Tch."

"Really now? You want to use skills?" the slightly older knight sighed.

"You should know… we're high-levels."

Luka pulled back, retreating a few steps as he sensed movement behind him.

The knights weren't holding back anymore.

[Adrenal Rush]

[Limit Break]

[Berserker Veins]

[Heart of the Warrior]

Veins bulging, eyes focused, steps thunderous.

Luka's eyes narrowed. 'They're done playing around.'

He moved to dodge, but even with his reflexes, he couldn't avoid them all.

Instead, he twisted his body mid-step, letting the spears tear into non-vital areas—his side, shoulder, and thigh.

[Ding! You took damage! HP: 14 / 18]

[Ding! You took damage! HP: 9 / 18!]

[Ding! You took damage! HP: 6 / 18!]

[Ding! You took damage! HP: 4 / 18!]

The sharp pain was instant, white-hot.

"Ghh—" Luka bit down hard on his lip, copper flooding his tongue.

'Fuck, that hurts like hell.'

Blood dripped from his wounds, pattering against the wooden floor.

But he wasn't done.

[Phantom Step]

In a flash, he vanished from sight—only to reappear behind one of the knights, his dagger already raised.

The knight barely had time to turn.

Luka drove the Soulreaper Dagger into his spear arm.

The man felt fear wash over him as he let out a sharp cry as the weapon pierced through muscle and tendon, forcing him to drop his spear.

"…" Luka didn't stay to gloat.

He hopped back, just out of reach, his free hand pressing against the wound on his side.

Warm blood leaked through his fingers.

Before the knights could strike again, a voice rang out—

"What in Goddess Lucia's name is happening here?"

Spears stopped mid-motion.

Blood dripped, but no one moved.

All eyes turned.

A young woman stood at the entrance.

Her long silvery hair shimmered with golden streaks, bangs gently framing her face.

One eye gleamed like polished gold, the other cool and sharp like forged silver.

She wore a flowing white robe that slid across the floor with each step.

A golden cross adorned her chest.

"S-Saintess!?"

All four knights dropped to their knees, heads bowed in reverence.

Even the older knight tensed, then fell to one knee.

Silence swept the room.

Luka blinked.

'What is the Saintess doing here? To think I'd run into her here of all places,' he mused.

He knew this was too early.

He was supposed to meet Elysia in the next act.

A character who was hated by players, revered by the NPCs.

Why?

Because she wasn't a heroine…

A smirk tugged at the edge of Luka's lips as he stood straighter, despite the pain in his side.

'Guess I just need to give her the right impression.'

He knew her weakness.

He knew what moved her.

And more importantly—

He knew how to manipulate it.

Luka's expression remained calm, but inside, he grinned like a devil.

His expression shifted in an instant.

What had been a calm, controlled facade crumbled away as he crumpled to his knees, clutching his side dramatically.

His face twisted in exaggerated agony.

"Ahh! It hurts! It hurts so much!" His voice was pitched high with pain, each word dripping with feigned helplessness.

He winced, glancing around the room as if searching for someone to witness his plight.

"Why… why was I attacked? I only wanted to sit down and enjoy my meal. I didn't want any trouble!"