Shattered Innocence: Transmigrated Into a Novel as an Extra

The rich, savory aroma of the stew filled the cavern as Aeliana carefully ladled the finished meal into two small cups. She straightened up, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face as a small, satisfied smile tugged at her lips.

"Done," she announced, her tone calm but laced with quiet pride.

Luca glanced up from where he sat, his previously bloodstained hands now cleaned as much as possible, though faint smudges lingered. The scratches on his arms were bandaged, and his face bore no trace of the earlier carnage, save for a faint sheen of weariness.

"Let's see it, then," he said, his dark eyes gleaming with curiosity as he accepted the cup she handed him.

Aeliana settled beside him, the warmth of her own cup radiating through her fingers as she inhaled the fragrant steam. The stew's earthy aroma carried a depth she hadn't expected to achieve with such meager ingredients, but it was there—a testament to her skill.

As she took her first cautious sip, her eyes widened slightly.

'Ah…'

The flavors were rich and harmonious, the tender monster meat infused with the subtle notes of the herbs she had added. It wasn't just good—it was delicious.

Beside her, Luca took a sip as well, his expression unreadable at first. But then, his dark eyes flicked to her, and a slow, amused smirk spread across his face.

"Well, I'll be damned," he said, his tone laced with both surprise and admiration. "Didn't think a little sheltered missy like you had something like this in you."

Aeliana's lips twitched, her pride warring with her irritation at the way he phrased it. "You really can't help yourself, can you?" she muttered, her voice sharp but lacking any real bite.

Luca chuckled, taking another sip. "What can I say? You keep proving me wrong. It's entertaining."

She rolled her eyes, though the faint flush of satisfaction warming her cheeks betrayed her true feelings. "Just eat," she said curtly, turning her attention back to her own cup.

The two ate in relative silence after that, the quiet punctuated only by the occasional sound of their spoons scraping against the cups.

Aeliana allowed herself a rare moment of calm, her thoughts drifting as the warmth of the stew spread through her chest. For the first time in what felt like days, the oppressive weight of the strange land felt just a little lighter.

The quiet between them stretched on, the occasional scrape of a spoon against the cup mingling with the faint crackle of the fire. Aeliana's gaze lingered on the stew, though her thoughts were far from the meal.

The day's events played over and over in her mind—the oppressive terrain, the monsters, the adventurers. Her grip on the cup tightened slightly as she thought of their distorted faces, their glowing purple eyes.

"Those adventurers…" she began hesitantly, her voice quiet but laced with unease.

Luca glanced at her, his dark eyes calm and steady as he finished the last of his stew. He set the cup down beside him, leaning back against the cavern wall with a faint sigh. "They're dead," he said simply. "Whatever turned them into that… they're not human anymore."

Aeliana nodded slowly, her chest tightening. "I see…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her gaze dropped to her lap, her thoughts spiraling. Dead. They're all dead. The words felt heavy, final, but there was no denying the truth in them.

Her mind shifted to the battles they'd faced, to the way Luca had fought so effortlessly, cutting down wave after wave of monsters without hesitation. She thought of his smirk in the face of danger, his sharp words laced with unshakable confidence.

And then, the realization settled over her like a weight.

'I wouldn't have survived a single day in this place without him.'

It was an unsettling thought, one that made her chest tighten further. She clenched her fists, her nails biting into her palms as she remembered the countless times he had placed himself between her and danger, fighting as if his life were nothing more than a tool for their survival.

The memory of his wild grin as he stood surrounded by monsters flashed in her mind.

'How can he smile like that?' she wondered, her amber eyes flicking toward him. He looked so relaxed now, leaning casually against the wall as if the chaos outside the cavern didn't exist.

"Why do you do it?" she asked suddenly, the words escaping her before she could stop them.

Luca raised a brow, tilting his head slightly as he regarded her with mild curiosity. "Do what?"

"…..Nothing…"

Aeliana hesitated, the words caught in her throat. She glanced at Luca, the question lingering on her lips but refusing to form. How could she even ask him? How could she articulate the confusion, the unease, the strange mix of admiration and frustration his actions stirred in her?

Her amber eyes dropped to her lap, her hands clenched tightly as she tried to push the thoughts aside.

Luca, however, seemed to sense the tension. He exhaled softly, his smirk fading into something quieter as he tilted his head back against the cavern wall.

"You see, little missy," he began, his voice low but steady, "this thing we call life… if you put too much value into it, it becomes a shackle itself."

Aeliana's head snapped up, her gaze locking onto him. "What?" she asked, her tone sharp.

Luca's dark eyes flicked toward her, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "If you obsess over it, if you cling to it so tightly that it controls every decision you make… then it stops being yours. It becomes a cage."

Her chest tightened as his words sank in, stirring something she couldn't quite name. But before she could stop herself, she retorted, "If you don't put any value into it, then how can you even live?"

Luca chuckled softly, the sound low and almost amused. "Who said anything about not valuing it?" he asked, his tone light but edged with an undercurrent of something deeper. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on his knees as his dark eyes met hers.

"Not putting too much value doesn't mean putting none," he said. "I just don't let it weigh me down. I like to experience the dance of life… between death."

Aeliana stared at him, her mind reeling as she tried to make sense of his words. "The… dance?" she repeated, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Luca grinned, the expression wild and unrestrained. "Exactly. That moment when everything hangs in the balance, when you're not sure if you'll take the next step or fall. That's where life is most vivid. That's where you really feel it."

Her chest tightened further, her thoughts spiraling. "That's…" She hesitated, searching for the right words. "That's reckless."

"Maybe," Luca replied with a shrug. "But it's real. In those moments, there's no room for doubt, for fear, for anything but the pure experience of being alive."

Aeliana's fists clenched in her lap, her gaze dropping once more. His words unsettled her, not because they were foreign but because they struck a chord she wasn't ready to acknowledge.

'Is that why he smiles like that?' she wondered, her thoughts swirling. 'Because he's not afraid? Because he's… free?'

The idea was both infuriating and fascinating. She couldn't understand it, but a part of her—deep down—envied it.

Aeliana sat quietly, her thoughts a tangled web of confusion and reluctant understanding. Luca's words lingered in her mind, pulling at threads she wasn't ready to unravel. She didn't respond further, and Luca, true to form, didn't press the matter.

Instead, he stretched and stood up, brushing off his coat with casual ease. He glanced down at her, his smirk softening into something more playful.

"Well," he said, setting his empty cup aside, "since you made the meal, I guess it's only fair I take over the next part. I'll prepare the tea."

Aeliana blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in topic.

"It wasn't bad, right?" he asked, his tone light as he raised a brow.

She hesitated, the memory of his tea from before flashing in her mind. Despite everything, she had to admit—quietly, at least—that it wasn't bad at all.

"Yeah," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Luca's smirk widened. "Thought so."

With that, he turned and retrieved a small kettle from his spatial storage, the polished metal glinting faintly in the dim light of the cavern. Aeliana watched as he carefully poured water from a canteen into the kettle, his movements unhurried but deliberate.

He crouched by the fire, adjusting the embers with a practiced hand before setting the kettle atop them. The faint hiss of water heating filled the silence, and Luca leaned back slightly, resting his hands on his knees as he waited.

"You seem to enjoy this," Aeliana said quietly, her amber eyes studying him as he worked.

Luca glanced at her, his expression amused. "What, making tea?"

She shook her head, her gaze lingering on his face. "Being… normal," she said after a moment, her tone uncertain.

For a moment, Luca didn't respond. His dark eyes flicked back to the kettle, his smirk fading into something softer. "It's a nice change of pace," he said finally, his voice quieter now.

Aeliana tilted her head, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. But before she could press further, the faint aroma of tea began to waft through the air, its earthy scent mingling with the fading aroma of the stew.

Luca glanced at her again, his smirk returning. "Hope you're ready," he said, pulling a small tin of tea leaves from his spatial storage. "This time, I might even impress you."

Aeliana's lips twitched, a faint smile threatening to surface despite herself. "We'll see about that," she said, her voice carrying a hint of challenge.

Luca chuckled, the sound low and easy as he added the leaves to the kettle. The quiet moments that followed felt strangely calm, the tension of the day giving way to a brief reprieve.