An Extra Who Wants To Escape The Obsessive Male Lead - Chapter 118.1
Chapter 118.1
Ocean Kiant hailed from a distant branch of the Alors ducal family.
He was one of the late children of Kellius Alors’s uncle, who had held the ducal title in his time. When Kellius became Duke, Ocean’s father was forbidden from using the Alors name and was given the surname Kiant.
The reason was clear: a not-so-subtle warning to keep his eyes off the ducal seat.
‘Cough!‘
As his stronger relatives died off one by one, Ocean, blessedly weak, quickly pledged his loyalty to Duke Alors.
‘I always reward loyalty.’
Kellius had said, dismissing Ocean as a threat. With the powerful bloodline purged, Kellius was confident his son, Pentas Alors, would inherit the title.
Ocean’s plan was simple: live comfortably as a distant relative of the Duke.
At least, that had been the plan until recently.
‘Contact me when Diello Argenta is dead. Then, you can clean up the remaining Argenta forces.’
Those confident words echoed in Ocean’s mind. The Duke and his son, Pentas, had ridden out of Alors territory, never to return. The news of their deaths was absurd, unbelievable.
‘The, the water won’t move!’
‘What?’
The troops provided by the Duke started acting strangely. Then came the devastating news: ‘The troops led by Pencia Tena have been annihilated!’
Another distant relative, surviving by the same method as Ocean, was dead.
‘D*mn it, what is going on?!’
As Ocean trembled in his tent, a pungent, burning smell drifted on the wind.
“…Argenta?!”
A dark figure slowly approached from beyond the tent. He raised his sword with a shaking hand as a sudden gust of wind, impossible within the enclosed tent, swept through.
The wind carried a whispered message: ‘Sent by Lord Sietfe Cartiel.’
‘Wh, what?’
‘We mean you no harm. We are here to escort you.’
The dark figure ripped open the tent flap. The golden robe, the symbol of Cartiel, confirmed the figure’s identity: a Cartiel informant.
Events unfolded rapidly.
A spark flew from somewhere, igniting a fire, and Argenta troops attacked. Ocean, dragged away by the Cartiel informant, narrowly escaped death.
‘That was a close one.’
Ocean had no choice but to trust the informant, who wiped away his sweat. Four other distant relatives, rescued in the same manner, joined him.
‘We must kill them all!’
‘Aaargh!‘
‘Run!’
They barely evaded the pursuing Argenta forces and finally reached Cartiel territory. By then, Siette Cartiel’s personal guard, who had endured the ordeal with them, and the five distant relatives were in a sorry state.
‘We’re alive!’
They reached the Cartiel support troops, embracing each other with tears of relief. Or rather, five of them did.
The Argenta attacks had all been staged by Cartiel. Starting a fire in the dry fields with a well-placed gust of wind was child’s play. And these five, with barely a drop of water magic in their veins, were too terrified to do anything but flee. The Cartiel informants exchanged silent smirks.
“You’ve endured much to reach us.”
Siette Cartiel’s personal guard and escort treated them with the utmost respect, leading them to the Cartiel manor.
“Indeed.”
Siette Cartiel himself greeted the arriving relatives, including Ocean, with hugs and handshakes.
“A-Are you really Duke Siette Cartiel?”
Ocean asked, bewildered. The rumors of a ruthless, cold-hearted Duke clashed starkly with the kind man before him.
“Yes, I am.”
When the Duke replied with a polite smile, Ocean stared, dumbfounded. Siette Cartiel looked at him with concern.
“You seem to have suffered greatly.”
He uttered as he glared at his escort as if reprimanding them.
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