The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice-Chapter 120: Princess Heart[1] : The Day He Left
(POV: Vynesaa El’Leather)
Why?
Why am I feeling this way?
Why do I feel guilty after killing him?
Isn’t this what I wanted? To win?
Then why?
Why did I strike him from behind?
Where did my pride go?
As a princess, as a warrior, I should have faced him head-on. So why?
Was it fear?
Was I afraid that I would lose if I didn’t kill him then?
From when…?
From when did I start prioritizing victory over my pride?
And from when—when did I start wanting to make Ed mine?
And why?
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[Years Ago…]
The wind howled through the open courtyards of the royal palace.
Two small figures standing in the middle of a grand dueling ring.
Zareth and I.
I was eight. He was ten.
And yet—
SMACK!
His wooden sword flew from his hands, skidding across the marble floor.
His knees buckled as he collapsed, gasping for breath.
"…I win again," I said, my voice steady, hiding my excitement.
Zareth panted, his pink hair sticking to his forehead.
"You—" He took a deep breath, then grinned. "You’re really strong, Vynesaa."
I beamed at his words. "Of course! I’m going to be the strongest princess in history!"
He ruffled my hair, laughing. "I believe you."
That was my brother. A loving, doting brother who was always there.
But things began to change.
At first, it was subtle.
The way his smile faded faster after our matches. The way he stopped ruffling my hair after I won.
The way he started hesitating before picking up his sword again.
Then it became obvious.
Match after match, I won.
Over and over again.
And slowly, Zareth began avoiding me.
At first, I thought it was because he was busy. Training, studying, preparing for his role as the crown prince.
But then—
It was an ordinary evening when the news came.
"The prince has been kidnapped."
The words hit me like a storm.
I dropped the book in my hands, my breath catching.
My heart pounded as I raced through the halls, ignoring the concerned whispers of the servants.
The palace was in chaos.
My mother, Queen Aeloria, stood in the center of the war room, her expression as unreadable as ever.
The generals and advisors spoke in hushed tones.
My father, the king, clenched his fists. "Find him. I don’t care what it takes."
I stood at the entrance, frozen. My hands trembled.
Zareth… kidnapped?
How? He was a prince.
It didn’t make sense.
But then—
A soldier entered, his armor clanking. "Your Majesty, we searched the prince’s chambers and… we found this."
He held out a folded parchment.
A letter.
My mother took it, her eyes scanning the words.
For the first time in my life, I saw a flicker of something in her expression.
Pain.
She handed the letter to my father. His face darkened.
My heartbeat roared in my ears.
Then the letter was placed before me.
With trembling hands, I picked it up.
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To my family,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry I was weak.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be the brother, the son, the prince you wanted me to be.
I tried. I really did. But no matter how much I trained, no matter how much I pushed myself—
I was never enough.
I was never strong enough.
I was never fast enough.
And I know why.
Because I wasn’t born to be the strongest.
Because no matter how hard I tried—
I could never beat Vynesaa.
I don’t want to be a failure anymore.
So I’m leaving.
Please don’t look for me.
I want to live for myself.
—Zareth
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The parchment slipped from my fingers.
I couldn’t breathe.
The words blurred as tears welled up in my eyes.
It was because of me.
I was the reason he left.
I was the reason he thought he was weak.
I was the reason he ran away.
I wanted to scream. To run after him.
To tell him that it wasn’t true.
That he was strong. That he was my brother. That he wasn’t supposed to leave me.
But I couldn’t.
Instead, I curled up in my room, sobbing. I refused to eat. I refused to see anyone.
Days passed in a blur of misery.
And then—
One evening, as I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, a thought crept into my mind.
Was it really my fault?
Zareth left because he lost to me.
Because he couldn’t accept that I was stronger.
But if that was true—
Then the problem wasn’t me.
The problem was him.
He was weak.
That’s why he ran.
That’s why he left me.
And as the realization settled, something inside me shifted.
That night, I made a vow.
No one would ever beat me.
Never again.
Not my brother. Not my peers. Not anyone.
If my strength made Zareth run, then I would become so strong that no one would ever dare to leave me again.
And so, I trained.
Harder than ever before. I pushed myself beyond my limits.
I refused to lose.
I would become the strongest.
That way, my brother wouldn’t feel weak.
That way, he would come back to me.
That way—he would never leave me again.
Few Months passed.
And then, one day, a messenger arrived.
"The prince has been found."
I shot up from my chair, my heart racing. My hands clenched into fists.
"He’s alive?" I whispered.
The messenger nodded. "Yes. He was saved by a human."
Silence.
The words barely registered in my mind.
A human?
My brother—the elven prince—was saved by a human?
I didn’t understand. It didn’t make sense.
Humans were beneath us. They were weak, greedy, and cruel. They weren’t supposed to save us.
And yet—
A human had brought my brother back home.
.
And my mother—the queen—allowed him to stay.
"From now on, he will train alongside us," she said. "He has earned that right."
I clenched my jaw.
I hated it.
I hated him.
Even if he saved my brother, I didn’t want him here.
I didn’t care about his reasons.
I didn’t care about his kindness.
I didn’t care about him at all.
Because in my eyes—
He was just another weakling.
And I would prove it.
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Over and over again.
Until he finally broke.
Until he finally understood.
That no one—no one—could beat me.
I would make him leave.
I hates humans.....
