An Extra’s POV

Deep within the Forbidden Valley—the territory of the White Dragon Lord—there existed a mighty Castle. In all senses of the word, it resembled an elaborate mansion, with a luxurious compound.

White fog covered the entire space, marking the valley as the territory of the White Dragon Lord of the Empire. Any who dared venture in without an invitation would instantly be noticed by the Lord, and snuffed out before they could take another step.

Within the domain of a Lord, they reigned supreme.

However, this particular Lord did not seem to be supreme in any sense of the word. Deep within her mansion, in her incredibly vast sleeping quarters, she sat on her incredible bed—one that resembled the amalgamation of many King-sized mattresses.

Even if she was in her Dragon Form, the Lord would not be able to cover the entire space that her soft bed offered.

The walls surrounding her were painted white, with hues of blue decorating the surroundings. Her curtains were also pure, with embroidery that had light blue hue, and the same applied to pretty much every luxurious design in the room.

Even the chandeliers followed the same format, and they reflected gloriously on the pure white floors. Her carpet matched the sheets she used to cover her bed, and all of them blended perfectly to form a chamber worthy of a Lord.

Despite being surrounded by all of this wealth and power, however, the Lord remained hunched as she sat, covering her face with her two palms.

"H-hicc… hicc…" Loud sobs escaped her lips as she sat there, desolate and utterly in pain.

Her body trembled, and gasps escaped her gaping mouth at intervals. Even when tears had long dried up from her eyes, she still continued to drown in self pity and the writhing pain within her right eye.

'I really… lost so much… in a single day…' Her disjointed thoughts trailed as she immersed herself in the most sorry state imaginable—at least for a Dragon Lord.

'I lost my precious subordinates, friends… and… my eye… all because of my hubris.'

She was done blaming the incompetence of everyone around her. After mulling over what happened for so long, she could see how everything was her fault.

It all stemmed from her idea—the audacity she had in seeking out a loophole to defy the Emperor's orders.

'Never again… never again…'

She had now learnt her lesson, but at what cost? She had lost too much now.

Her face was forever scarred, and her perfect body was now incomplete. She was bound to be shunned by the rest of her colleagues during the upcoming meeting, and it was possible that rumors of her misdeeds even spread to the Academy.

turn against her? Would the

had no idea in the

an

not only because of the fear that accompanied her thought on death, but

… Something outside.

she straightened her posture and looked at the massive door in front of

Nothing responded.

Frey'ja was sure that she picked up a certain sound—like the kind of noise someone made when they were shuffling

she had exceptional senses, even the

Has he come back… to finish the job?' The image of the Great Old Dragon Lord appeared in her frightened mind as

whispers began to dance in her ears—almost like

grew louder,

'W-what's happening? Who's there?'

Great Old Lord wouldn't resort to such a sneaky way, which meant the

Frey'ja gritted her teeth and

Old Lord and The Emperor who entered her premises were intruders. The mere fact that said intruder was shuffling around and whispering meant they did not

then they must be pretty impressive…' Frey'ja

to her by the Great Old Lord made her immune to the cautious thoughts that would

flash, she reached the door and even

Nothing.

There was nothing there.

'W-what? What's going on…?'

side, but finding nothing there. For some strange reason, it was dark—despite the lights usually being perpetually active. Only the light

though. She

'Nothing here…?'

Then—

left, she swiftly turned and looked at the other side of

ground, was

completely black fur, with glowing red eyes that were fixed completely

her, forcing her to blink with the only eye