Novel's Extra: The Lost Heir of Dragon Queen-Chapter 46: THE REAL KAEL

Rising from his seat, Adria footsteps purposeful, Adria scanned the room.

And then he saw him.

Kael.

Standing in a corner with his teammates, Kael exuded an aura that was impossible to ignore.

His snow-white hair glinted under the soft light, and his emerald-green eyes seemed to hold secrets that no one could fathom.

His posture was relaxed yet commanding, his presence magnetic.

Adria swallowed hard.

He’d seen many strong individuals, many noble heirs, but this guy... he didn’t seem like someone you could simply dismiss.

And yet, Adria grinned.

"Let’s see how special you really are."

"Hey, Kael!" Adria called out.

Kael turned, his sharp gaze locking onto Adria’s with a slight tilt of his head.

"Hmm? Shirone"

Adria walked up to him, his movements deliberate. "I’ve been meaning to talk to you."

Kael raised an eyebrow. "Oh? About what?"

Adria’s grin widened, but there was a challenging glint in his eyes.

"I want to challenge you. Let’s see who takes first place in this mission. You or me"

For a moment, silence enveloped the room.

Ren and Marcus exchanged surprised glances, and even Lumia, who was still standing dumbfounded nearby, turned her attention to the exchange.

But Kael didn’t flinch.

Instead, something in his aura shifted.

It was as if the air around him grew colder, heavier, and the light seemed to dim ever so slightly.

His emerald eyes burned brighter, a sharp contrast to the growing darkness that seemed to engulf him.

Adria froze.

For a fleeting moment, it felt like he was staring into the abyss, into the face of death itself.

Kael’s lips curled into a smirk, but it wasn’t warm or welcoming—it was one of pure confidence, a smirk that belonged to someone who knew their strength and wasn’t afraid to wield it.

"What are you talking about, NPC?" Kael’s voice said

"DON’T FOOL YOURSELF ."

The room seemed to tremble under the weight of his words.

Adria Shirone’s grin widened as he felt his resolve solidify.

That word that kael says.

It only made him more eager.

’So cool, so collected, so untouchable.’ That was Kael. And it made Shirone want to beat him even more.

"Let’s see if that arrogance can stand against me," Shirone said. His blood raced, not with fear, but with determination.

He had to crush that invincibility.

Kael, after listening shirone response, stood his ground, his gaze steady as if peering right through Shirone.

But then, something shifted.

Kael’s smirk faded, and for a moment, his entire aura twisted.

"DON’T FOOL YOURSELF, NPC" Kael muttered, his voice sharper than steel.

The words cut through the room, sending a chill down everyone’s spine.

Ren blinked, unsure of what he had just witnessed.

Marcus looked between Kael and Shirone, feeling an uneasy tension creeping into the air.

But it was Lumia who reacted first.

"Kael!" she shouted, rushing toward him.

Kael’s hands trembled slightly, his emerald-green eyes clouded as if he wasn’t entirely there.

Lumia reached him, grabbing his arm firmly.

"Snap out of it!" she said, her voice laced with urgency.

For a few agonizing seconds, Kael didn’t respond.

His breathing was uneven, his expression distant.

And then, finally, the fog lifted.

He blinked, his gaze sharpening as he looked at Lumia.

"What... was that?" Kael whispered, his voice low, almost to himself.

He stepped back, gently pulling his arm free from Lumia’s grasp.

His mind raced. That wasn’t me.

THAT MINDSET WASN’T MINE

Kael clenched his fists, his heart pounding.

"That reaction… it wasn’t mine. It was HIS."

The realization hit him like a wave.

The REAL KAEL—the true owner of this body.

The one hailed as the masked prodigy. The one who had defeated countless top talents.

For a moment, Kael’s consciousness had been completely overtaken by those instincts, that primal drive for dominance.

He exhaled deeply, trying to steady himself.

"I completely lost my cool," Kael muttered, his voice barely audible.

His eyes flickered toward Shirone, who stood watching with a mixture of curiosity and confidence.

"When he said he wanted to beat me, something in me snapped."

Ren frowned, stepping closer to Kael. "Hey, you okay?"

Kael gave a faint nod, though his thoughts were still scattered. "Yeah… just a little overwhelmed, I guess."

But Lumia wasn’t convinced. She studied his face intently, her purple eyes narrowing.

Something was definitely off.

Kael turned away abruptly, not wanting anyone—especially Lumia—to see the conflict in his eyes.

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He needed to get out of there, to clear his head.

"Excuse me," Kael said, his voice firm as he began to walk away.

Ren and Marcus exchanged concerned glances but said nothing, knowing better than to push him right now.

Lumia, however, took a step forward, as if to follow him, but stopped herself.

Her hand clenched at her side, frustration flickering across her face.

Adria Shirone, meanwhile, watched Kael’s retreating figure with a smirk.

"Interesting, he is so cool" he murmured under his breath.

And that made him an even greater challenge.

Kael stopped in his tracks, his thoughts racing as clarity began to settle in.

That wasn’t just a random reaction.

It was something deeper, something primal.

He took a deep breath, his fists clenching at his sides.

"That mindset…" Kael whispered to himself. The mindset of the real Kael.

The one who never backed down.

The one who refused to accept defeat.

The one who rose above every challenge and carved his name into history.

The mindset of a legend.

The mindset that made him undefeatable.

Kael’s emerald-green eyes gleamed with newfound determination.

"If that’s the strength that came with this body," he muttered, "then I’ll make it my own."

It wasn’t just about inheriting power—it was about mastering it.

Kael straightened his posture, the weight of his inner turmoil easing.

He felt sharper, clearer, as though a part of him had just unlocked.

If that was the mindset of a legend, then it would no longer belong to the past.

It would be his.

Kael turned briefly to glance at Shirone, who was still watching him with a smirk, and then at Lumia, who looked torn between frustration and concern.

He took one last deep breath.

"This is my story now," Kael thought to himself.

"And no one—no one—is taking that from me."

With that, he walked out of the room, his steps firm and deliberate, leaving an air of mystery and tension in his wake.

He didn’t need to say anything more.

Actions would speak louder than words, and Kael was ready to show everyone exactly

who he was becoming.

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