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

End Of Competition

Kaelith nodded without hesitation. 

Lilith let out a deep sigh, shaking her head. "No! You shouldn't be," she protested firmly. 

Kaelith frowned, her irritation growing. "Why? Why are you always trying to take away the little happiness I have? Can't I even make a single friend?" she snapped, her voice filled with frustration. 

Lilith's eyes narrowed slightly, but her tone remained calm. "That's not it. I'm not telling you not to make friends. In fact, make as many as you want—hundreds if you like. I have no problem with that." She paused before continuing, her voice turning serious. "The problem is with *her*—Maruti. Do you even know who she really is? She is Maruti Vanara." 

Kaelith tilted her head slightly, confused. "So what?" 

Lilith sighed again. "Her father is Mourya Vanara, an A-ranked barbarian. His talent is immense. Normally, barbarians who live in the forests as tribes don't have enough resources to grow strong. Most of them never even reach B-rank. But Mourya… he's different. He has great influence and intelligence, and he's already an A-rank awakened. In another ten years, he'll likely become an S-rank." 

Kaelith still didn't see the issue. "I don't understand. What's wrong with that?" she asked. 

Lilith's voice became softer, but there was sadness in her tone. "The problem is that Mourya is against the kingdom. He wants to expand his territory, which could lead to war. And… there's another reason, a personal one." 

She took a deep breath, her expression turning grim. "A long time ago, I noticed Mourya's immense talent and knew he would become dangerous. So, before he could grow into a real threat, I sent assassins to eliminate him." 

Kaelith's eyes widened slightly, sensing that the story was about to take a dark turn. 

"But… they made a terrible mistake," Lilith continued. "Instead of Mourya, they killed his older brother. The two of them looked almost identical, and my assassins targeted the wrong man." 

Lilith's silver eyes locked onto Kaelith's with a piercing gaze. "Sooner or later, Mourya will find out the truth about his brother's death. When that happens, all hell will break loose. And when that day comes, Maruti will stand by her father's side. And you…" She hesitated for a moment before finishing, "You will have to stand by mine." 

Kaelith's breath caught in her throat as the weight of those words sank in. 

Lilith leaned closer, her voice calm yet sharp, like a dagger to the heart. "If your friendship with her continues… if you grow more attached to her… it will only hurt you more in the end." 

Kaelith clenched her fists, trying to push away the unsettling feeling creeping into her heart. 

Lilith's final words struck like thunder. 

"Sooner or later… you will have to kill her with your own hands."

Lilith had no idea that Esdeath had already turned Rowan, the head of the Lothal tribe, against Mourya. Esdeath had cleverly framed rowan for assassinating his brother, shifting all of Mourya's hatred toward Rowan instead. 

And as for Lilith being responsible for Mourya's brother's death? Now That was nothing more than a mystery.  But how could she know that? 

Lilith stood up from the bench, brushing off her skirt. "Well, I think I've explained everything to you. I'm heading to the capital now. Principal Elara is already there. I'll be back by tomorrow morning," she said, her voice calm but firm. Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked away. 

Kaelith watched her mother's disappearing figure and scoffed. 

"Well, it was actually a good thing that you failed," she muttered to herself. "If you had succeeded, Maruti wouldn't even exist. And as for you being Mourya's enemy… that's your problem. Why should I care?, it's too late for me to leave her." 

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Meanwhile, back at the academy dorms, Maruti was lounging in her room, stretching her arms lazily. 

"Phew… what bad luck," she sighed, shaking her head. "I should have gotten first place… Sigh…" 

Still, she had no real regrets. 

"I ran straight here after the competition because I was afraid Kaelith might come after me and beat me up for what I did at the arena," she chuckled to herself, remembering her little stunt. 

As she was thinking about it, a sudden knock at the door made her pause. 

"Now who could that be?" Maruti grumbled, annoyed as she got up to open it. 

Standing at the door was a boy from Class B, looking nervous. 

"M-Maruti… Ms. Kaya has called for you urgently!" he said in a panicked voice. 

"Kaya, huh?" Maruti raised an eyebrow, thinking about the teacher who had once gifted her a pair of bras. 

"Well, I wouldn't go if it were anyone else calling me, but since she helped me in the past, I guess I can do her this small favor,hahaha," she chuckled to herself. 

"Alright, let's go!" she agreed, stepping out. 

The boy led her through the academy grounds, taking the garden route. But as they walked, Maruti started feeling uneasy. The path they were taking led deeper and deeper into the back of the academy, where hardly anyone went. 

After a few more steps, Maruti suddenly stopped. Her expression turned grim as a cold chill spread through her voice. 

"Hey… just spit it out. Where are you really taking me?" 

The boy froze in place and swallowed hard. Then, he forced a nervous smile and said, "Well… see for yourself." 

At that moment, a shadowy figure stepped out from behind a tree. 

It was a girl wearing the academy uniform, but she also had a robe covering her face. 

Maruti narrowed her eyes as the girl slowly removed her hood. 

Short, messy hair fell over her forehead, but it wasn't enough to hide the large spiral-shaped scar stretching from her forehead down to her left eye. 

Maruti's expression darkened as recognition hit her. 

"You…!" 

The girl standing before her was none other than Caramel.

Maruti clenched her fists. She knew something was off! 

Meanwhile, the boy next to her grinned excitedly and turned to Caramel. 

"Ms. Caramel, I did exactly as you asked! Now, you'll hold my hand, as per the deal, right?" he said, practically jumping with excitement.