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

Lorraine's eyes narrowed as she glared at Nyx and Charlotte, her mind consumed with a single thought: she had to kill them. The weight of her loyalty to Lortell pressed down on her, even though every fiber of her being screamed that this wasn't right. Deep down, Lorraine was a good person. She didn't want to kill them, but her loyalty wasn't to them—it was to Lortell. And Lortell was the one in the wrong here.

But what did that matter? Lortell was the arch-duke's daughter, and Esdeath was just a baroness. Lorraine knew that if this situation got out of hand, it could cause irreparable damage to the arch-duke's reputation. Protecting that reputation was worth any cost, even if it meant killing a baroness and her entire family.

Lorraine's hand slowly moved towards the long, sharp needle-like weapon hidden beneath her cloak. She would kill them silently, quickly, before anyone could realize what had happened.

But just as she was about to act, Lortell suddenly leaped out of bed. Lorraine froze, her heart pounding in her chest. She watched as Lortell rushed to the table and grabbed one of the three crystal-clear magic stones resting on it. Lortell pour her mana into the stone. The stone began to glow a deep, ominous purple.

And then—boom!

The stone exploded, sending a burst of purple smoke billowing through the room. Everything happened so fast that Esdeath's parents didn't even have time to react. Lorraine coughed as the thick smoke filled her lungs, her vision blurring. She saw Nyx and Charlotte collapse to the floor, unconscious before they even realized what had happened. But Lorraine… Lorraine wasn't normal. She wasn't just a human but an awakened.

Her head spun, her thoughts growing foggy as the smoke clouded her mind. But soon in few seconds she regained her mentality, rubbing her forehead to shake off the dizziness. And then, suddenly, it hit her—she knew what this was.

Her eyes widened in shock and realization as she muttered under her breath, "Is this… Week Eraser Essence Stone?"

Lorraine immediately realised what Lortell is trying to do, despite that she asked for confirmation, , "Lortell, what are you planning? Kill them?" She didn't call her "Lady Mariette" this time, only "Lortell," the distance between them suddenly feeling much smaller and yet much more profound.

Lortell looked at her with that same emotionless expression she always wore, but Lorraine saw the brief flicker of something else behind her eyes—regret, maybe, or doubt. "This is partly my fault too," Lorraine continued, her voice tinged with regret. "I should have acted sooner when I saw the changes in you."

Lortell shook her head slightly and replied in her usual flat tone, "No need to kill them. Their memories of the past seven days have been erased. I just want you to make them believe they are still living in the past." Her voice was cold, detached, as if the lives she was toying with were mere pawns on a chessboard.

Lorraine stared at her, the anger bubbling up inside her. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. For a moment, she didn't say anything, just glared at Lortell with a mix of disbelief and disappointment. Finally, she moved closer, placing a firm hand on Lortell's shoulder. "How old are you?" Lorraine asked, her voice serious, almost stern.

Lortell hesitated before answering, her voice small and sad, "About twelve."

"And that girl, Esdeath? How old is she?" Lorraine pressed on.

Lortell looked down, her voice even quieter as she answered, "Eight year, I guess."

Lorraine's grip on Lortell's shoulder tightened, her anger barely contained. "You're both just kids," she said, her voice heavy with emotion. "Why did you do this? You were cold-hearted, yes, but I still admired you as my master. But now... I'm disappointed. Look me in the eyes and tell me that what you did was right."