Not-So an Extra
Suddenly being thrown into the novel's world and possessing a pretty much fucked up character made him have no choice but to continue his life as a new identity. And just like any sane person who transmigrated into a book, of course, he would destroy every red flag that stood in his way. Yet, unbeknownst to him, every single thing he did was just wrecking the storyline more and even more; to the point that the plot had become utterly screwed, thanks to him. ===== A/N: This novel is heavily inspired by many famous video games.
Ch. 188: "I'm sorry." [1]
In the softly illuminated dining hall, an elegant mahogany table stood proudly at the room's center, its polished surface shining under the warm glow. Meticulously adorned with gleaming silverware and delicate porcelain dishes overflowing with culinary delights, the aroma of fine cuisine wafted through the air, enticing the senses of all present.
The gentle clinking of cutlery bounced against the walls, intertwining with the subdued conversations of the three gentlemen seated around the table. Meanwhile, servants moved gracefully, attending to the diners' needs discreetly, their footsteps muffled by the plush carpets that lined the floor.
Mathias lowered the goblet from his lips and turned his attention toward Nathaniel, who sat beside Adrian. "Ah, isn't Your Highness turning 16 years old this year?"
Meeting Mathias's gaze with a nod, Nathaniel confirmed, "Yes, that's correct."