The Extra Who Shouldn't Exist novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: Chapter 122 : Dance with the student council president.

The grand ballroom was alive with chatter and music, nobles mingling under the warm glow of crystal chandeliers. But silence swept across a portion of the room like a wave when Alicia von Crestvale, her voice sharp and clear, uttered the word:

"Stalker."

Gasps rippled through the surrounding crowd.

Elias Dawncrest stiffened, eyes wide as he processed the insult hurled at him in front of everyone. His gaze immediately snapped—not at Alicia—but at Alex, who stood beside her with an expression of polite confusion.

’That damn commoner... is he the reason she’s treating me like this?’ Elias’s eyes narrowed into a glare sharp enough to cut steel.

Trying to salvage his dignity, Elias stepped forward, placing a hand over his chest. "Lady Alicia," he began smoothly, "It’s true I sent you letters... but it was only as your admirer, not as a stalker."

Alicia arched an eyebrow with aristocratic poise. "That’s what I call stalking, Mr. Elias. And if I’m not wrong... the presence I’ve been feeling tailing me lately—it was you, wasn’t it?"

Elias’s mouth fell open. He froze mid-breath, eyes darting around. ’How could she have noticed? I was using a high-grade presence-concealing artifact from the Church!’

Beads of sweat formed at his temple. "I–It wasn’t me," he stammered.

Alicia’s eyes narrowed dangerously. "So... you do know someone’s been following me, huh?"

Elias’s face lost all color. Speechless. Exposed.

Alex, watching all this unfold, fought the smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. ’Wow... the guy from the Church really is a hardcore stalker.’

After a few seconds of choking on his own panic, Elias straightened his posture, regaining some semblance of calm. "It seems there’s been some misunderstanding, Lady Alicia. It really wasn’t me."

Alicia sighed, waving her hand dismissively. "Fine. I believe you. Now, get out of the way."

But Elias—persistent as ever—acted as if her last sentence didn’t exist. "Allow me to introduce myself properly. I am Elias Dawncrest from the Holy Empire of Celestra. My father is a high-ranking official within the Holy Church, and I myself—"

He puffed out his chest.

"—am a Saint candidate. It’s only a matter of time until I become the Saint."

Alex almost doubled over in laughter. ’This guy... Did he seriously just brag about all the things she despises? Is he stupid or what?’

Alicia’s patience was clearly thinning. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrow twitched. "So."

"So," Elias continued, flashing a smirk at Alex, "Instead of this common—" he caught himself, "I mean, this guy of humble background... who knows if he even knows how to dance? I sincerely doubt he does."

He turned his smug gaze to Alex as if the battle was already won.

Alex blinked. ’What the hell is this guy? Some third-rate villain from a low-budget cultivation webnovel who exists just to get humiliated over and over by the protagonist?’

Before he could formulate a response, Alicia’s voice rang out—cool, challenging.

"The stalker guy does have a point. Do you even know how to dance, Alex?"

Alex’s gaze drifted from Elias’s smug face to Alicia’s amused smirk.

’He wants me to walk away. She wants me to accept the challenge.’

Alex let out a slow sigh. ’Sorry, but I’ve got no intentions of becoming the protagonist.’

He looked Alicia straight in the eye. "Well... I only watched some online videos and learned from them."

Then he smirked.

"Miss Alicia, only someone like him should have the honor of dancing with you. This peasant will humbly step aside and let you two enjoy."

Elias’s lips curled. "So, this commoner does know his place."

But Alicia’s smugness shattered instantly. "N–No! I can teach you. Come with me to the stage."

Alex shook his head. "How can someone like me be with someone like you?"

Elias was practically glowing now. ’This is too easy.’

And then Alicia’s voice dropped an octave—cold and sharp like a dagger.

"Alright then... leave your legs here, and you can go."

Alex’s expression froze.

A moment passed.

Then—

"Of course I’ll dance with you!" Alex announced suddenly, confidence blazing. "Who said I can’t? Nobody can stop me."

He turned to Elias and smirked. "Not even this stalker."

Gasps erupted around them. Elias’s jaw dropped.

Alicia chuckled softly and reached for his hand. "Let’s go then."

Intertwining their fingers, they walked gracefully to the center stage as the orchestra adjusted.

Elias stood like a statue, eyes wide in disbelief. ’Did that commoner just call me a stalker? In public?!’

His face turned red with pure embarrassment. A vein throbbed in his forehead.

Meanwhile, Alex’s smirk returned as he led Alicia onto the stage. ’Looks like I just made it onto that guy’s hit list. Heh... well, why not add him to mine while we’re at it?’

He chuckled to himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Alicia glanced at him, curious. "Whose demise are you planning?"

Alex blinked innocently. "Don’t blame innocent ol’ me. I was just thinking about helping some helpless people in need."

She scoffed. "Right. Do I look like I was born yesterday?"

He grinned. "You look too good for any age."

She rolled her eyes. "Ugh. Get ready. The music’s about to start."

Alex glanced around—only to meet a soul-piercing glare.

Alden von Crestvale stood near the refreshment table, radiating silent fury. His aura was murderous. His expression said: If you lay one unworthy finger on my sister, I will gut you like a fish.

Alex smiled sweetly and mouthed silently: ’Brother-in-law.’

A vein bulged on Alden’s forehead. He muttered under his breath.

"This bastard. Should I poison him myself?"

As the music swelled, couples across the ballroom took their positions. The grand hall shimmered with soft golden light, the chandeliers above casting elegant shadows over the polished floor.

Every noble pair moved with practiced grace, preparing for what was expected to be a traditional, refined waltz.

Alex stood in front of Alicia, his posture calm yet confident. His right hand rested gently on the small of her back, just above her waist. His left hand extended outward, their fingers intertwined.

Alicia’s hand settled on his shoulder, her poise noble, head held high. For a moment, their eyes met, an unspoken challenge flickering between them. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"If you don’t know how to dance," Alicia said in a low, almost mocking tone, "just follow my lead."

Alex smirked. "Don’t worry about me, darling."

Alicia let out a soft huff, her lips curling ever so slightly. ’We’ll see if you can back up those words too.’

The music began, a slow and graceful melody that washed over the hall like a gentle breeze. Alicia took the first step, her movements fluid and precise, guiding their pace with a noblewoman’s elegance.

Alex followed with surprising ease, each step perfectly mirroring hers, light and confident.

She turned under his arm, expecting a slight stumble from him in which she would point out his blunder and balance his steps—but he matched the motion effortlessly.

’He’s keeping up?’ she thought, momentarily caught off guard.

Then, with a graceful twist and shift in weight, Alex took the lead. His grip firm but not forceful, his steps suddenly dictating the rhythm.

Alicia blinked. ’He... stole the lead from me? This guy—!’

Not willing to be outdone, Alicia reclaimed the lead with a subtle pivot and spun back into his arms. Alex chuckled, letting her—for the moment.

Their dance became a back-and-forth tug of rhythm and control, each challenging the other silently with every step.

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