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.

her? Would the staff there look

idea in

as an exemplary Dragon Lord

been better to… di—" She suddenly stopped, not only because of the fear that accompanied her

… Something outside.

instantly as she straightened her

Nothing responded.

was sure that she picked up a certain sound—like the kind of noise someone made when

even the slightest movement

job?' The image of the Great Old Dragon

to dance in her ears—almost like a smoldered conversation that

louder, and

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

resort to such a sneaky way, which meant the

teeth and clenched her fist, rising

premises were intruders. The mere fact that said intruder was shuffling around and whispering meant they did not deserve a

detection, then they must be

her by the Great Old Lord made her immune to the cautious

a flash, she reached the door and even opened it

Nothing.

There was nothing there.

'W-what? What's going on…?'

and then her whole body. Before she realized it, she was in the passageway, looking at one side, but finding nothing there. For some strange reason, it was dark—despite the

Frey'ja, though. She could still see

'Nothing here…?'

Then—

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

the ground, was a

red eyes that were

her, forcing her to