I'm an Extra, so What?-Chapter 64: Order of the Light Shield

Without wasting another moment, the host led them through the crowded room—

Luka trailing just behind him with his personal maid in tow.

She looked slightly bemused by the entire exchange but said nothing, simply allowing him to take the lead.

They weaved through the maze of tables, the sounds of laughter and clinking mugs filling the air.

Luka couldn’t help but smirk to himself, feeling the satisfaction of getting exactly what he wanted without a moment’s hesitation.

’Bribery = good for me.’

The host led them to a small table nestled in a quieter corner.

It was just far enough from the noise but still had a view of the rest of the tavern, giving them a perfect spot to enjoy their meal without disturbance.

Luka gave a small nod of approval. "This will do," he said, taking a seat.

He gestured for his personal maid to sit across from him.

As she did—

He glanced up at the host, who was still hovering expectantly.

"Thank you," Luka added with a polite smile, his tone smooth.

The host beamed, bowing slightly before hurrying off to attend to other customers. Now more than happy to have done a favor for the right person.

"Quite the display," Serene remarked, settling into her chair. "A coin and a few words, and here we are."

"Sometimes, the most effective solution is the simplest one." Luka winked, leaning back in his chair.

Serene giggled lightly.

"I suppose that’s true. You certainly know how to make things happen."

Picking up the menu that had already been placed on the table—

Luka looked over the options.

"Damn… so many good choices," he muttered under his breath, brow furrowing slightly.

"Indeed! It’s so hard to choose!" Serene chimed in cheerfully, lifting her own menu and eagerly flipping through the selections.

The smell of grilled meats and spices wafted around them, only deepening their hunger.

Luka closed his menu with a decisive thud.

"How about we both go with the famous Boar Meat?"

Serene’s eyes lit up, and she quickly followed suit, shutting her own menu with a satisfied snap.

She clapped her hands together with excitement.

"That sounds like a perfect idea!"

Her cheeks flushed slightly as her imagination ran wild, practically tasting the tender, juicy meat melting in her mouth.

Luka raised his hand to signal a server—

But before anyone could respond, a figure stepped in front of their table.

This young man wore polished silver armor.

A golden cross was etched into the chestplate.

His long blond hair cascaded to his shoulders, and his golden eyes were sharp.

A spear was strapped to his back.

"You both need to get out. Now," the young man said, his voice cold and direct, devoid of any courtesy.

Luka blinked, slowly lowering his raised hand. "Huh?"

His expression twisted into something between irritation and disbelief.

"I’m sorry—what did you just say?"

The young man slammed his hand down on the table with a heavy thud, the silver of his gauntlet clinking softly against the wood as he leaned in close.

"You heard me," he said, voice low but firm.

"I said you both need to get out. Now."

A faint vein pulsed on Luka’s forehead, the muscle near his eye twitching ever so slightly.

"And why should we?"

"Why?" The young man sighed.

"Because I am Sir Caelum Virelith, of the Order of the Light Shield—and when I give an order, you follow it."

Luka gave a dry laugh, eyes narrowing.

"No shit," he muttered under his breath.

Of course he recognized the golden cross emblazoned on the chestplate.

He didn’t need an introduction to know this young man belonged to the Church.

Caelum straightened, clearly irritated at the lack of deference.

"Good. So you do know who I am. Then quit wasting time and leave."

As Caelum stepped back—

Luka’s gaze casually swept over the tavern.

More knights, clad in the same silver-and-gold armor, were filing in.

Around them, patrons were being ushered out with sharp words and stern expressions.

Some grumbled under their breath, others left quietly, unwilling to challenge the authority of the Church.

Serene shifted in her seat, clearly uneasy.

Luka, however, remained still, his fingers idly drumming against the table.

"Yeah, no. kick rocks, fucker."

Caelum’s eyes widened ever so slightly, thrown off by the audacity of the insult.

"What… did you just say?" he asked, his voice tight, disbelief edging into anger.

His jaw clenched as he bit his lower lip—hard enough to draw a thin line of blood.

Luka didn’t flinch.

He stared straight into those golden eyes, unblinking, unapologetic. freewebnσvel.cøm

"Kick rocks… fucker,"

Luka then spat—his saliva landing squarely on the polished golden cross.

"…" Caelum trembled, his hands balled into fists.

"You bastard!" he roared, before swinging a wild punch—

—but Luka was faster.

He caught the fist mid-swing, twisted his arm, and with a sharp pivot threw the body clean over his shoulder.

Caelum slammed down onto the table with a thunderous crash, wood splintering beneath the impact.

"Tried to pull a fast one on me, fucker?" Luka chuckled. "Bad move."

He stood over him, brushing his hands off as if clearing dust.

Serene, still seated, blinked wide-eyed, her hands over her mouth in shock.

Immediately, the other knights of the Order of the Light Shield snapped their heads toward the sound..

Seeing one of their own laid out and groaning in a heap of splintered wood, they rushed over with urgency.

"What the hell is going on here!?" barked a slightly older knight at the front.

His cloak fluttered behind him as he advanced, four other knights flanking him in formation.

Without hesitation, they all drew their spears, leveling the pointed ends directly forward.

Luka didn’t flinch.

He stood there, relaxed, casual.

His hands remained at his sides as he tilted his head and spoke,.

"Just teaching this fucker a lesson in respect."

"Do you have any idea who you’ve just attacked?" the slightly older knight asked.

"Yeah." Luka let out a small sigh.

"Some self-important prick who thought saying his name meant he could throw his weight around."