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

Maruti stared at the absurdly long love letter, then at Caramel, completely dumbfounded. 

"What the hell happened to her?" she thought, her mind spinning as she tried to make sense of the bizarre situation. 

How could she not be surprised? Just yesterday, Caramel had forced Maruti to compliment her. Annoyed, Maruti had done the opposite—humiliating her instead. 

"Is she… a masochist?" Maruti wondered in disbelief, shaking her head. 

But in the end, who cared? Maruti casually threw the love letter onto the ground and said plainly, "No." Without another word, she walked past Caramel. 

Before she could take more than a step, Caramel blocked her path, her face a mix of desperation and frustration. 

"What do you mean, no? You didn't even bother to read it! Do you know how much love I poured into that letter?" Caramel's voice trembled with anger, her eyes pleading. 

Maruti glanced at her shoulder, where Caramel had placed her hand, and shrugged it off. Her tone turned cold, devoid of any sympathy. "I don't care." 

With a swift motion, Maruti grabbed Caramel's wrist and effortlessly flipped her over using Aikido. Caramel wasn't trained or flexible like some of the academy's top students, and her head slammed hard against the floor as she landed with a thud. 

Maruti snorted, brushing her hands off like she'd just swatted away an annoying fly. "Hmph. Come back when you're stronger," she said coldly, turning and walking away without a second glance. 

Caramel groaned, sitting up slowly, her face red with embarrassment and anger. Her hands trembled as she gritted her teeth. 

"Maruti!" she screamed, her voice echoing through the corridor. "I'm expressing my love with sincerity! Don't make me use force!" 

Maruti didn't even flinch. She kept walking, completely ignoring Caramel's outburst. 

Caramel's scream grew louder, more guttural, as rage consumed her. The spiral-shaped scar on her face began to grow, twisting and turning as more layers were added to it. 

Her body trembled with unrestrained anger, and something within her shifted. Caramel was inching closer and closer to becoming a full-fledged anomaly.

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In Lortell's room, the atmosphere was heavy with the scent of ink and parchment. Lortell sat slumped at her desk, her chin resting on her palm as her other hand reluctantly scribbled on a document. A tall stack of paperwork loomed before her, an endless sea of obligations. 

Her face twisted with frustration as she muttered under her breath, "Why do I have to do this boring stuff? I'd rather be on a date with Esdeath!" 

Lorraine stood beside her, her gaze scanning the documents. Unlike Lortell, Lorraine looked calm and collected. With a patient smile, she replied, "You're going to be the next arch-duke, Lortell. Learning how to handle paperwork is part of the job. Don't worry; it feels overwhelming now, but with practice, you'll finish this in no time." 

Lortell groaned, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "Can't I learn all this after I become the arch-duke? Why so early?" 

Lorraine's eyes sparkled mischievously as she delivered her reply with a knowing grin. "So that you can spend more time with Esdeath after your marriage." 

The mention of Esdeath worked like magic. Lortell's face flushed bright red, and she quickly turned back to her work, her pen moving faster than before. "Fine, fine! No need to manipulate me. I'll do it!"