The Extra of The Lunerra



"Haaaa..."

I sighed deeply, then looked at the holographic screen on my desk with a big smile on my face.

My investment had finally paid off, I was finally making money. I could finally move up, I had blood on my hands, but I had made it.

When the thought of blood on my hands crossed my mind, I paused for a moment, then shook my head rapidly and took a deep breath.

So what? This world is rotten enough, so what if I did something like this to rise up?

All I did was end the suffering of someone who was already on her deathbed, in fact, I did her a favor. That woman had no chance of living.

Yes, I did her a favor.

"Briana! Come here."

A few seconds later the door to my office opened and a beautiful blonde woman in her mid-twenties walked in. She had her usual slight smile on her face and was wearing her usual outfit.

"Yes?"

"Tell everyone who works in the office that no one is working late today. Everyone can go home early."

I was in a good mood today, and making such a gesture to my employees would increase my prestige.

The widening smile on the face of my secretary, Briana, showed that I was doing the right thing.

"Thank you, sir."

With that, I leaned back, unbuttoned one of the buttons on my shirt for comfort, and looked back at Briana.

"And congratulations, you did a good job."

Briana nodded, not a bit of regret on her face.

"It wasn't hard to kill a sick person, we just put her out of her misery. That woman... it was bad to see her smiling even though she looked so dead in bed."

She was thinking the same as me, what was so bad about doing something like that to get higher?

There was silence for a while, then I nodded my head in agreement and Briana walked out of the office, she was going to tell them that they could leave early today.

I leaned back in my chair with a smile on my face, waiting for cheerful voices, waiting for my staff to enter my office and thank me.

The ticking of the clock echoed in the room. Seconds passed, then a few more... And yet... nothing happened. The silence continued as it was.

"Huh?"

I sat up slightly, listening. Was it me, or did Briana not say anything to anyone...?

I kept waiting, the only thing I could hear was the clicking of the clock inside the room.

"Briana? Are you there?"

There was no answer, so I found myself in an even more awkward situation.

I got up from my chair, approached the door, and just as I reached for the handle, it opened slightly.

"Finally! What happe-"

I was interrupted when I saw who entered the room.

Two bright, soulless silver eyes shimmering...

It was like they were looking inside me. As if they were reading my soul, my life. They were overwhelming, like something divine. They were so dominant that I couldn't focus on this person's hair color, face... or anything else.

"W- Who are yo-"

"Edmund Raiser."

When I heard my name, I couldn't help but be surprised. I took a step back, and for a moment, just for a moment, I was able to take my eyes off those silver irises and see what was behind the door.

My office was directly connected to the main office, and the moment one stepped out of the door, one could see almost everything in this workplace that belonged to me.

Now, what was behind this door caused time to stop for me in an instant.

My employees were not at work, no one was smiling, and no one was happy to go home early today. Instead, they were all on the floor, they all looked lifeless. The huge office had suddenly turned into an empty place.

And then there was Briana, writhing on the floor just behind the man at my door. Her eyes were widening and narrowing, her whole body was shaking.

"W- Who are you?!"

I stepped back again, but this time I couldn't put my foot flat on the floor and fell, but I didn't stop. I crawled backward until my back hit the desk.

The man with the silver eyes, now that I focused more on him, was a boy with dark green hair. He was tall, extremely thin. His lips were flat, his eyes held no emotion. They were empty, aimless.

No, they were not aimless. They were not emotionless.

They were angry, they carried a silent rage. The boy wasn't shouting, he wasn't crying with anger, he wasn't agitated. It was a calm anger, a controlled one. It was quiet, it was hidden. And yet, more importantly, it was frightening.

This silent rage was more violent than the rage of anyone I have ever seen throw a tantrum in my life. It was worse, more searing, more dangerous. It penetrated me, gripped my heart, and shook my soul.

The boy finally took a step and approached me. I couldn't say a word, I realized I couldn't move a single hair on my body.

The boy sat down in one of the visitor's chairs in front of my office, then finally took his eyes off me and spoke calmly, coldly, without any emotion.

"I wonder... Are you happy, Edmund?"

I felt my throat tighten at the question, and the boy's shimmering silver irises turned back to me.

"You have finally achieved what you wanted most, are you happy?"

My eyes caught something out of the corner of my eye, Briana, still struggling. I had forgotten she was there, and now that I saw her again... I felt something breaking inside me.

Briana was struggling madly, trying to scream but she couldn't. Her arms were around her throat, her eyes were bloodshot. Blood was oozing from her lip and ear. She was in pain.

My blood ran cold.

"Oh, you can ignore her. I only injected a poison. Her life is not in danger. But she will spend the rest of her life in pain every second after she passes out."

The boy's eyes narrowed, and he took something out of his pocket. It was a needle, one of those longer and thicker than the normal ones. It was the kind of needle used as a weapon.

"Just like my mom."

My eyes widened.

"Y- you..."

"Yes, I am the son of the one you killed."

The hand holding the needle suddenly tensed slightly, and then the needle flew at me and lodged in my shoulder.

"Aagrh!"

I quickly pulled the needle out and held my bleeding shoulder. It didn't matter though, because at this very moment, the world suddenly started to spin. And after that... I found myself in hell. A literal hell, but quite different from the one that I always imagined.

Although there was no fire, my whole body was burning, although nothing happened to my body, it felt as if my whole body was being flayed.

And then my eyes welled up with tears as I screamed, as loud as I could.

"Who told you to kill my mom?"

I felt pain in my shoulder again, again a needle had gone into my shoulder. This time, though, the pain retreated as quickly as it had come.

"I- I don't know-"

The pain came back in an instant, and my whole body was once again on fire. Then it retreated again. This time, however, the boy did not repeat his question, but the pain came again. Then it went away again and came back again.

Countless times, as if time didn't matter to this boy. For minutes and minutes...

"Who?"

The pain finally stopped again.

"S- stop... N- no more... I- it was Co- Count Herun-"

The boy tilted his head slightly to the right, then put his hand on my shoulder, and I felt the quiet fury in his eyes suddenly burst out. His silver eyes sparkled even more fiercely.

"No lie, well done."

And with that, he finally got up from his seat, never looking at me again. He just headed for the office door and left as he came.

He didn't even look at Briana, who was still fluttering, he just passed over her like she was a worthless fly.

I found myself in silence again, except for the sound of Briana's fluttering.

And then, the hell pounced on me once more.