The Extra's Advent: My Villainess Fiancée is a Yandere-Chapter 55: Consequences [2]

Wraiths.

They look like humans, but with two horns and inverted eyes.

At a glance, one might mistake them for ordinary people.

But the moment one looks closer, something feels wrong, something unnatural.

People instinctively feel disgust in the presence of wraiths.

A faint unease crept into the air whenever they were near, as if the world itself rejected their existence.

It wasn’t learned, it wasn’t taught, it was instinct; a deep, primal rejection.

Well, the reason is just like humans who use mana; they use something else: miasma, a corruptive form of mana.

Unlike mana, which nurtures and strengthens, miasma erodes and distorts.

Even mana-mutated beasts could be turned into corrupted beasts if they were exposed to miasma for long enough.

Flesh would twist, instincts would break, and what remained would no longer be a beast, but something far worse.

Some regions where miasma lingered for too long became dead zones, where nothing natural could survive. Only twisted creatures remained, roaming without purpose or reason.

And Wraiths had a special ability: they could control corrupted beasts at will.

Of course, mental strength played a role; a powerful beast might resist.

But in the end, a beast was still a beast, and against the will of a Wraith, resistance rarely lasted long.

Currently, humanity was at war with these invaders: the Wraiths.

And as if that wasn’t enough, there were the parasites, the vampires, creatures that fed on blood and thrived in the shadows.

Yes, it was a one versus two war.

And yet, humanity endured. Cities stood tall, protected by barriers and rankers, but beneath that strength lay constant tension.

...

Two days ago, at the edge of a dense forest in some other district, a forest ranger made an unexpected discovery: a corpse.

Not just any corpse, it’s a Wraith corpse.

Its body lay twisted among fallen leaves, its horns cracked, its inverted eyes dull and lifeless.

Even in death, a faint aura of miasma lingered around it.

The ranger froze. This wasn’t something he was supposed to encounter. Wraiths were rare in these areas and dangerous.

Originally, the plan was simple: report it, secure it, and send it to the council of Capital Karyal.

That was protocol; that was a safer option.

But plans changed when a rumor spread quickly.

A [Silver] ranker had played with agents of Karyal, toyed with them, outmaneuvered them, humiliated them.

Whether it was true or exaggerated didn’t matter.

What mattered was doubt: doubt in Karyal’s control, doubt in their authority. And doubt changed decisions.

Instead of sending the corpse to the capital, they chose to hand it over to the Council of District Neva, a smaller authority, the one that was currently active due to the Talent Showcase.

And so, a decision was made.

The corpse would not be hidden. It would be displayed, exhibited, three days later at the Talent Showcase.

As proof, as a warning, or perhaps as provocation. Or maybe as a trophy.

A quiet excitement began to spread among the participants, whispers of something rare being displayed.

Few understood the danger behind it; most only saw it as a spectacle.

...

One day ago, at the border of District Neva, the wind was still, and the atmosphere was heavy.

Two figures stood beneath the shadow of tall trees, both dressed in elegant butler attire.

At a glance, they looked human, refined, and composed.

But their presence carried something else: something cold, something wrong.

Two horns rested atop their heads, and their inverted eyes reflected no light.

They were Wraiths.

The older one stood with his hands behind his back; he was calm, measured.

The younger one stood slightly behind him, feeling uneasy.

"Have you found any clues regarding the 18th young master?"

The older Wraith spoke first. His voice was calm, too calm.

The younger Wraith hesitated before answering,

"I received news from the bloodsuckers... that a Wraith corpse will be exhibited at a Talent Showcase."

The words hung in the air, heavy.

The younger Wraith clenched his fists slightly before continuing,

"After further investigation... it was concluded that the Wraith age was between 25 to 30 years old."

His voice trembled slightly.

"I... I believe it was the 18th—"

He stopped, unable to finish.

Silence followed. The older Wraith didn’t react immediately. He simply listened.

Then, slowly, he nodded.

"We cannot allow these pathetic mana creatures to disgrace our late young master."

His tone remained steady, but the air around them grew colder.

"Focus on retrieving the young master’s corpse. We will investigate the killer after we secure it."

The younger Wraith lowered his head. "Yes."

Then the older Wraith spoke again,

"Where was the young master last seen, and what was he doing?"

The younger Wraith replied,

"According to the information... the young master entered the forest to hunt wild beasts and convert some of them into corrupted beasts."

He paused slightly before adding,

"As you already know... it was his hobby."

The older Wraith nodded.

"Regardless of who the killer is... we cannot let humans walk away from this."

A faint, cold smile appeared on his face.

"Summon the 18th young master’s army."

His voice carried quiet authority.

"We will destroy this so-called Talent Showcase... and show these creatures what happens when they dare to tarnish the pride of our great lineage."

The forest fell silent. Even the wind seemed to stop as if something terrible had just been set into motion.

...

If Cael had not killed Kaiser with the intention of changing Elowyn’s future, things would have been different.

The forest rangers would have followed protocol. They would have sent the corpse to the Council of Karyal quietly and secretly.

The information would never have leaked, and the Wraiths would never have known.

There would have been no retaliation, no escalation, no attack.

But Cael did kill Kaiser.

And that single decision created doubt.

The forest rangers questioned Karyal. They chose District Neva instead. And that choice changed everything.

A small shift. A tiny deviation. But enough.

Enough to alter the flow of events. Enough to invite consequences.

So... was this a butterfly effect? Or was this something else entirely?