The Editor Is An Extra Chapter 22: Who the hell is she?

Novel: The Editor Is An Extra Author: ElderSpectre Updated: Jun 07, 2026

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Now reading: Chapter 22: Who the hell is she? from The Editor Is An Extra, a Fantasy novel by ElderSpectre.

"Aiiiish, you’ve got to be kidding ." I almost felt the need to pull out my hair out of frustration.

I wasn’t frustrated because of the opinion everyone around had of , God knows, I’m as thick skinned as they co. The reason I was frustrated was a little childish to be honest.

It was all because Rose had ignored like I didn’t even matter. Just the thought, fueled my fury to no end.

Rose was the second princess of the Darkfell empire, also the fourth in line to succession, but also my twin older sister.

Yep, it pained to admit, but she was older than , by three whole minutes. I was the third prince, also the fifth in line to succession, and also the last born of House Darkfell.

Since childhood, Rose had always overshadowed in everything, be it combat, or academics. And she never missed the chance to rub it in my face, especially when father took ti out of his busy schedule to oversee our training/sparring.

Rose would go the extra mile in showing my place. But even then, things were still salvageable, even though everyone looked at like a disappointnt. It was on our sixteenth birthday, the day we had our awakening, that everything changed drastically.

Rose awakened with an Alpha ranked physique, and I, awakened with the bottom of the bottom, a kappa ranked physique that only let my reflection be invisible. Even I was disappointed in .

Ever since that day, the few tis we’ve spoken could be counted on one hand, and even then she’d look at with contempt and disdain.

Even when I was exiled, Only one person batted an eye amongst my siblings.

That was the first princess of the Darkfell empire, also the second in succession, and the only one in House Darkfell who entertains my presence, Ariel Darkfell.

She was also the one who got a fake identity, and so money, and a path to leave the capital unscathed.

As ti kept trickling by, attention gradually slipped from . Airships descended every other second dropping young aspirants and soaring back up.

An airship with the sigil of an anvil shaped whetstone produced a stunning blue haired girl that took everyone’s attention.

That was Delilah whetstone, the first princess of the whetstone empire, and also the second heroine of the protagonist. Just like Rose, she walked deeper into the stretch of land the aspirants we’re occupying, and found an empty place to stand, close to the barrier.

After her, another grand airship descended, this one engraved with the sigil of an ash colored wolf. From it, a handso young man with ash colored hair stepped out.

’Fabian Ashton.’ I thought. This was the third prince of the Ashton empire, and also the rival of the protagonist. If there was one flaw he had, it was his arrogance.

I an, everyone has arrogance, but believe this guy took it to the next level.

’Stop glazing the fool, and look who it is.’ Bubble’s voice sounded in my head.

"Who?" I muttered looking around. It was then that I saw who it was. Lo and behold, It was the conniving bitch, the first heroine of the protagonist, and also my ex-fiancee.

Elsa Whitemore.

Our eyes t, and the bitch started walking towards . Thankfully, even with her looks, she was too unimportant to compete for attention with soone like Fabian.

As she stood before , contrary to the anger and hate that I’d expected to go through when I saw her, all she stirred in was calm indifference, indifference at soone I had already judged as a dead person. She’d die by my hands, of that I was sure.

"Prince Damon...’ she began, but then paused. "Oh excuse my manners, I’d quite forgotten that you were no longer a prince." she said her blue eyes hovering at .

’This bitch has got so nerve.’ Bubbles’ furious voice rang in my head. ’Let give her a piece of my mind Damon.’

’Calm down Bubbles, now’s not the ti.’ I placated. Who knew the adorable thing could get angry.

"You look better than the last ti I saw you." the bitch continued.

I put on a harmless smile.

"Haven’t you heard the saying, that he who stays stagnant, let’s the world flow past him unnoticed."

"Oh my God, is that who I think it is?" Just as the bitch opened her mouth to reply, a commotion began, drawing both of our attention.

Turning to the source, I noticed a large airship descending onto the waters. The sigil on it carried on it’s banners was a majestic golden drake.

"Ah, so he has arrived." I muttered under my breath, as a handso young man appeared on the airship’s deck.

The man of the hour himself.

His hair was a rich golden color, and his eyes were like two deep pools of a golden ocean. A charming smile graced his features.

Who was it if not our protagonist, Alistair von Drake. The only one who possessed an oga ranked physique, or at least the only one known to posses one.

After all, House Drake had proudly announced that two years ago not long after Alistair’s awakening. He had beca really popular since then, after all, there hadn’t been any awakening of an oga ranked physique in Nahaar since the Dark war almost a millennia ago.

Suddenly, everyone wanted to make connections with House Drake, a tier 2 house in the Whetstone empire, and in hindsight, with Alistair.

I detested him though, especially back then, when the news spread. And I still detested him even now.

Part of detested and envied him for getting an oga ranked physique while I got stuck with the short hand of the stick, and the other part of detested him for his character that I had read. He and that bitch, were part of the reason Damon died in the original tiline after all.

I knew the first part was unreasonable, I was just being a child by hating soone for sothing no one could control.

The second part though, I ain’t feeling bad about this one.

"Oh my God, he’s coming this way!" a girl squeaked as Alistair got off the airship, and began walking past the youths. He too, just like the other high profile individuals, found an empty space and stood upright, giving a confident aura, one that seed to project nothing could phase him.

By this ti, the bitch had long excused herself from my presence, so I went back to soothing my frayed nerves. ’Now that the man of the hour is here, the proctor should be appearing anyti now.’

"Are what my eyes seeing real?!"

But just as I thought that, another commotion started. ’What could it possibly be now?’ I sighed in annoyance.

The first thing I saw was the hull of an airship with the sigil of a red mare. "House Necron?" I muttered. ’I thought they didn’t have any aspirant our age.’ I thought before looking up at what the youths were looking at.

The mont I did, my eyes caught a glimpse of the most breathtaking and srizing being I’d ever seen.

~I fell in love with sobody who doesn’t even know na.....~

"Huh? what was that?" I snapped my head around.

"Hey Bubbles, did you hear that?" I muttered in confusion to the winged cat that had appeared on my shoulder at so point.

"Hear what?" Bubbles replied absentmindedly.

"Huh? I could have sworn I just heard so song playing." I muttered still stuck in a trance, just like almost every youth on the island.

The figure was standing on the deck of the airship. She had long vibrant scarlet hair partly held by a hair pin, and partly falling in loose waves around her shoulders and back.

Her eyes were two pools of crimson orbs, and her face, divine. A set of high cheekbones, a slim nose, and juicy rosy lips, as if her face had been sculpted by the gods themselves. Her elegant black dress hugged her figure, at the top, and then flowed at the bottom.

"Hey snap out of it, you’re drooling." Bubbles’ soft paw smacked my cheek.

"What? Bubbles?! When did you co out?!" I whisper exclaid- breaking out of my fantasy.

"When you were too busy staring at that divine art." Bubbles licked his paw. "Plus like I said, you’re drooling." he added.

"No I’m not." I protested as I cleaned a suspicious liquid from the side of my mouth.

"How can soone be so....so... gosh I don’t even know how to put it."

"It’s like we aren’t even ant to exist together."

"She’s.... perfect."

Such were the conversations going around in the surrounding.

The girl anwhile, watched impassively, without the slightest hint of emotion on her face, which only seed to maker her more out of reach.

"Her charm stat must be in the oga." I off handedly muttered.

"Either that, or her unique physique must be charm and beauty related." Bubbles added.

I had a million questions about her, but first of all,