Reborn As An Extra : I'm gonna mess up everything

In the Anastasia Kingdom, the roles of the three division commanders and their groups were clear-cut but crucial to the kingdom's stability and power.

The First Division  was the kingdom's shield, sworn to protect the royal family and their invaluable treasures. Their dedication was unmatched, as their primary duty was ensuring the safety and well-being of the monarch and those closest to the throne. They were the silent guardians, always present yet never seen, their loyalty to the crown unquestionable.

The Second Division held the weighty responsibility of governing the kingdom's laws and maintaining order. They were the architects of justice, the ones who shaped the very rules by which the kingdom lived. As the main rulers of the police force and guards, they held immense power, ensuring that the streets of Anastasia remained safe and that its people were protected. Their authority was unparalleled, giving them the final say in all matters of law enforcement and public safety.

The Third Division that cast the darkest shadow. This group was unlike any other, for it was made up entirely of notorious criminals—individuals whose crimes were so heinous that ordinary people could barely comprehend them. These were men and women who had been destined for execution, their fates sealed by the terrible deeds they had committed. Yet, before the final sentence could be carried out, a new idea emerged among the kingdom's highest authorities. Despite their wickedness, these criminals possessed extraordinary talents and powers, abilities that could not be easily found or replicated. No one wanted to squander such potential.

And so, the Third Division was born—a collection of the most dangerous individuals from both the Anastasia Kingdom and beyond. Their mission was one of grim necessity: to eliminate monsters and demons that threatened the kingdom, and to carry out the darkest tasks that others would not dare to do. They were the kingdom's dirty secret, employed for torture, kidnapping, terrorism, and all manner of evil deeds that needed to be hidden from the public eye. But such criminals could not be easily controlled. Many commanders tried and failed to lead them, with strict discipline and harsh measures proving ineffective. It seemed impossible to tame such a group, and after more than fifteen failed attempts, despair began to set in.

Then, when hope was nearly lost, they found her—the one who could finally command these monsters in human form. She was not some hulking warrior, a wise old man, or a legendary beast like a dragon or phoenix. No, she was something entirely unexpected: a nineteen-year-old girl, just on the brink of turning twenty. She was the sure hit queen Lortell Mariette, the daughter of the arch-duke.

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A figure cloaked in darkness emerged, her presence as intoxicating as it was terrifying. Long, silvery hair cascaded over her shoulders, glowing with an ethereal light that contrasted starkly against the black, intricately designed lace veil she wore. Her eyes, twin pools of crimson fire, radiated an unsettling yet mesmerizing intensity, drawing in those who dared to meet her gaze. The delicate porcelain of her skin only served to enhance the sharpness of her features, framing a face that was both hauntingly beautiful and fiercely regal.

Her attire was a masterpiece of gothic elegance—an ensemble of raven-black adorned with blood-red accents that seemed to pulse with a life of their own. The bodice, tightly fitted and laced with crimson threads, accentuated her flawless figure, while the intricate patterns of her dress, woven with blood magic, hinted at untold power. From her neck to her waist, the dark fabric was studded with glowing red jewels, like embers from a dying fire, each one a testament to her dominance and allure.

As she moved, the long, flowing sleeves of her garment swayed like shadows, their edges embroidered with symbols of ancient power. A single, Red coloured glowing badass long sword was strapped to her side, its hilt encrusted with the same red jewels, signaling her readiness for both battle and bloodshed. Everything about her—from her ominous attire to her mesmerizing eyes—spoke of a beauty that was as deadly as it was captivating, a dark angel whose very presence could bring kingdoms to their knees. She was none other than Lortell Mariette.