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

I Want A Friend

Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith,Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith, Lilith.

It was suffocating. 

Her mother's name echoed endlessly in her mind, as if it were a curse. She was always in Lilith's shadow, no matter how brightly she tried to shine on her own. 

Kaelith gritted her teeth, her chest tightening. 

Every time she wanted to follow her own desires, someone interfered. Every time she succeeded, her achievements were credited to her mother's legacy. And every time she failed, it was as if the world reminded her of how she was falling short of that impossible standard. 

She hated it. 

It was strikingly similar to Lortell Mariette's. 

Lortell, the daughter of the Archduke, had endured the same expectations. Every step she took, every word she said, was scrutinized. As a child, Lortell had no choice but to create a barrier around her heart. She became emotionless, detached—a perfect doll with no feelings, no desires, no weaknesses. 

But then Lortell met Esdeath, and everything changed. Her carefully constructed walls crumbled, and emotions she had buried for years surged forward. She fallen in love with esdeath but in the blink of an eye Love turned into obsession, and the once-detached Lortell became fiercely possessive of Esdeath. 

Kaelith wasn't so different.  

To protect herself from the weight of expectations, she had built her own shield—an arrogant, domineering attitude. She acted tough, spoke with the confidence of a tyrant queen, and pushed people away with her sharp tongue and prideful demeanor. 

But it was all a mask. A fragile shield hiding a vulnerable heart that desperately wanted to be free. 

What hurt Kaelith the most was knowing that no one truly understood her. Even in Free Life Fantasy, Kaelith's character was left as little more than an arrogant side character. There was no backstory, no depth, no explanation for her behavior. 

Even esdeath didn't know about this side of kaelith.

"No!" Kaelith shook her head as the thought troubled her. "Ethan is just a commoner, and Esdeath is only a baroness. They don't have the kind of family pressure I have to win. As for that girl, Maruti… she's probably just some nobody with no background."

But as Maruti's name crossed her mind, Kaelith couldn't help but recall that moment. 

The truth was, Kaelith hadn't been fully defeated in that fight. She had chosen to lose. And the reason? Maruti. 

From the very beginning, Maruti had been the one taking the brunt of Kaelith's attacks. She was like a shield for her team, absorbing hit after hit to protect Ethan and Esdeath. Out of every eight punches Kaelith threw, seven of them landed on Maruti. 

Her face was swollen, her body battered, and bruises covered her from head to toe. But despite all of that, she stood firm, refusing to back down. She was the perfect tank, holding her ground for her teammates, especially Esdeath. 

Kaelith had noticed it. 

"Why are you blocking my punches? My strikes can shatter your jaw. If your injuries become severe, the academy will charge you for healing, and there's no way someone like you can afford it. They'll do the bare minimum, and your face will be permanently disfigured. Do you even realize what you're risking? A girl's face is everything!"