The Cursed Extra: Bloodline of Sacrifice

Chapter 79 The Arcwright Heir Arrives in Valenthrial

He was at a banquet. A royal event.

The Elven Kingdom.

Which means...

Her breath hitched.

"He's on the elven continent."

A place that no one thought he'd ever reach.

A place that, as far as she knew, should've been impossible for him to enter.

And yet, he was there.

Not as a prisoner. Not as a refugee.

But as a guest. A dance partner to the Crown Princess.

By the time the servant returned with the details, Eirlys was already packing.

"My lady, the banquet was held at—"

"The Elven Capital, right?"

The servant blinked. "Y-Yes."

Eirlys strapped a dagger to her thigh and threw on a travel coat.

"Prepare the fastest airship we have. I leave in twenty minutes."

The servant paled. "But, my lady, you can't just—"

Eirlys whipped around, her voice sharp.

"My brother is alive. Do not tell me what I can and cannot do."

The servant flinched, then quickly bowed.

"Understood, Lady Eirlys."

She turned back, hands clenched into fists.

Twenty minutes later, the ship left the Arcwright estate at full speed, heading straight for the Elven Kingdom.

The only thought in Eirlys' mind?

"I was so close... Brother, wait for me."

...

The city of Valenthrial stretched before her—a breathtaking sight of glimmering spires, towering ancient trees, and cascading waterfalls woven into the heart of the capital.

Eirlys barely spared it a glance.

Her mind was set.

She disembarked from the private airship and stepped onto the pristine white stone roads.

Despite her hurried steps, her posture remained composed and noble.

There was only one destination in her mind—the Elven Royal Palace.

.

The entrance to the Royal Palace of Valenthrial was heavily guarded.

Tall elven warriors.

Their expressions remained unreadable as they watched her approach.

Eirlys stopped just before them.

"Halt."

One of the guards, a high-ranking captain, stepped forward.

His icy blue eyes regarded her with calm suspicion.

"They don't know who I am."

That was fine.

She had no intention of making a scene.

With perfect noble decorum, she placed a hand over her chest and slightly bowed.

"I am Eirlys Arcwright. I seek an audience with your royal family."

The name alone made the atmosphere shift.

A few guards stiffened.

Others exchanged quick, cautious glances.

She started searching for a distinctive photo of him. The photo she shows to guard was from banquet event.

She scoured her phone and records— but there was nothing that could prove it.

Nothing.

"No... That's impossible."

Aeloria's gaze never wavered.

Eirlys finally lowered her hands.

"I have no proof." Her voice remained steady, but frustration gnawed at her insides."But if he sees me, he will know."

The queen tilted her head slightly.

"You are an Arcwright, and yet you do not have a single piece of proof of his childhood?"

It was not a mockery.

It was a genuine question.

Eirlys clenched her jaw but did not falter.

"I do not."

Aeloria studied her.

Then, with an unreadable expression, she sighed.

"Regardless, he is not here."

Eirlys tensed.

"What?"

The queen remained composed.

"I am sorry to say, but you will not be able to meet him."

Eirlys felt her patience slipping.

She had remained polite. Formal. She had followed protocol.

But this—

"Why?" she asked, voice slightly sharper than before.

Aeloria did not seem offended. If anything, she looked... thoughtful.

"Because he is not available here. And I am telling you the truth."

Eirlys searched the queen's expression, looking for any sign of deception.

But there was none.

Aeloria was not lying.

That made it worse.

Her chest tightened.

"Then what now?"

A moment of silence stretched between them.

Finally, Eirlys bowed again.

"Please inform me when he is available, Your Majesty."

Aeloria's lips curved slightly.

"Of course."

It was not an agreement.

It was a formality.

And Eirlys knew it.

Still, she turned and left.

As the doors closed, Aeloria let out a slow breath.

Her lavender eyes lingered on the throne room doors.

Her mind turned back to a certain human boy.

"That child..."

"Did he lie to me about being an orphan?"

The thought was... troubling.

Very troubling.