SHATTERED INNOCENCE: TRANSMIGRATED INTO A NOVEL AS AN EXTRA

“I want you to find someone who participated in the War of Valerius Plains.”

Corvina’s fingers stilled against the desk.

The Valerius Plains?

That war had been just a year ago. A bloody, brutal conflict that had reshaped entire border between Arcanis Empire and Loria Empire.

A war that had taken countless lives.

A war that should have left nothing behind but bones buried beneath the grass.

Corvina’s fingers tapped lightly against the desk as her mind swiftly processed Lucavion’s request.

The Valerius Plains War…

It had raged for nearly four years, a brutal conflict that had redrawn the borders between the Arcanis Empire and the Loria Empire. A war of attrition, of shifting strategies, of thousands upon thousands of lives lost in the name of conquest.

And yet, despite the long and bitter struggle, Arcanis had emerged victorious.

Because of that victory, the war was still fresh. The records hadn’t yet faded into obscurity, the survivors had not fully scattered, and the names of its warriors—both celebrated and forgotten—were still written in the annals of history.

Finding a single knight among them wouldn’t be easy…

But it was possible.

If she worked at it, if she pulled the right strings and contacted the right people, she could find out who Lucavion was looking for.

Still—

She needed more.

She exhaled slowly, leveling him with a steady gaze. “The war lasted nearly six years, Lucavion. That’s a long time for a battlefield that spanned an entire border.”

Lucavion said nothing, simply waiting.

“If you want me to track down a single knight among thousands of soldiers, I need more details,” Corvina continued, her voice crisp and professional. “Rank. Allegiances. Specific battles they participated in.”

Lucavion leaned forward slightly, his fingers interlocking as he rested his elbows on the table. “A knight. Wind-type Awakened. A spear-user. Arcanis Empire.”

Corvina narrowed her eyes as she studied Lucavion carefully. His request was already difficult, but what frustrated her more than anything was how vague he was being.

A knight—fine.

A wind-type Awakened—that certainly helped.

A spear-user—a strong identifier, but still too broad.

From the Arcanis Empire—which was obvious, given the war’s outcome.

But even with all of that, it wasn’t enough.

She leaned forward slightly, her fingers tapping against the wooden surface of the desk, her tone sharp and professional. “You must realize that’s still a lot of people, Lucavion.”

Her mind was already filtering through possibilities. The war had raged for four years. Thousands of Awakened warriors had taken to the battlefield—some celebrated, some buried in nameless graves.

A wind-type spear-user among them wasn’t impossible to find, but it certainly wasn’t going to be easy.

“If I search through the records, I’ll find plenty of knights who fit your description,” she continued, her voice measured. “Awakened warriors with wind affinities aren’t common, but they aren’t unheard of either. Do you have anything else to narrow this down? A title? A division? A commander they served under?”

Lucavion didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he simply stared at her, his dark eyes unreadable.

And then—

He leaned back in his chair slightly, exhaling as if the answer itself was an afterthought.

“He showed his face in the war four years ago.”

Corvina’s fingers stilled.

Lucavion’s voice was calm, steady—too steady.

“And never again.”

Silence.

Corvina frowned, her mind quickly analyzing what that meant. “Four years ago…”

Corvina’s fingers drummed against the desk, her mind turning over Lucavion’s words like puzzle pieces in need of alignment.

A knight who appeared only once—and then vanished.

‘The war lasted six years,’ she thought. ‘If he showed up in the third year and never again… that is both strange and not strange at the same time.’

It wasn’t unheard of. There were many warriors who fought in one major battle and then disappeared—some due to death, some because they were wounded beyond recovery, and others because they were assigned to different posts or retired from the battlefield entirely.

But something about the way Lucavion spoke made her uneasy.

This knight wasn’t just someone who disappeared.

This was someone Lucavion was determined to find.

And that made all the difference.

Corvina exhaled slowly, leveling him with a steady look. “How do you know about this?”

Lucavion didn’t hesitate.

“It’s not important.”

Corvina’s brow twitched, annoyance flickering in her expression.

“It is important if you expect me to dig through war records, question high-ranking officials, and search for a man who, by all accounts, should have faded into history.”

Lucavion’s smirk didn’t fade, but his eyes…

His eyes didn’t hold even a sliver of amusement.

“I don’t care how you do it, Corvina,” he said, his voice smooth, unwavering. “Just find him.”

The weight in the room thickened.

Corvina sighed, rubbing her temple lightly.

The pressure he was leaking—it was subtle, controlled, but she felt it.

This wasn’t just a casual request.

This wasn’t even just business.

‘This is personal.’

And that made it dangerous.

She had known Lucavion for long enough to recognize that there were things he didn’t say. Things buried beneath his easy smirks and sharp words, hidden behind a persona so carefully constructed that few ever looked past it.

But right now—

Right now, he wasn’t hiding the weight of this request.

Which meant—

‘I don’t want to be this man’s enemy.’

The thought settled in her chest like stone.

Lucavion was dangerous in the way a storm was dangerous—not because he actively sought destruction, but because when he moved, the world had no choice but to react.

She didn’t want to be on the wrong side of that.

Not today.

Not ever.

Corvina let out a long breath before finally nodding. “Fine. I’ll do it.”

Lucavion leaned back, satisfied.

Corvina exhaled slowly, her fingers pressing lightly against her temple.

‘Fine. I’ll do it.’

The words had barely left her lips, and already she felt the weight of them.

This wasn’t just another transaction. This wasn’t a simple exchange of gold and goods. Lucavion’s request came with something heavier, something unspoken that lingered between them like a phantom.

And she wasn’t blind to it.

She had spent years in this position—dealing with all sorts of adventurers, nobles, mercenaries, and thieves. She knew when someone was keeping secrets.

And Lucavion?

Lucavion was made of them.

She leaned back slightly, inhaling a quiet breath as she regarded him carefully. ‘While I’m at it… I may as well do some digging of my own.’

She wouldn’t say it aloud, but the thought had already rooted itself in her mind.

‘Because something isn’t right about you, Lucavion.’

His own past was just as much of a mystery as the knight he was looking for.

When she had traced his records, his origins, his so-called history, something about it hadn’t added up. The gaps were too neat, the trails too well-covered. As if someone had wiped away the details and left only enough for a name, a reputation, a legend.

‘Sword Demon Lucavion.’

A title given to a man that, by all accounts, had appeared out of nowhere.

And now, here he was, asking her to find a knight from a war that, by all logic, should not have mattered to him.

But it did matter.

And that was what made this dangerous.

Corvina exhaled, letting her fingers slowly uncurl against the desk.

‘If I start looking into his past…’

Her gaze flickered toward Lucavion, who watched her with his ever-present smirk, though his eyes gleamed with something deeper—something she could not read.

‘…I might not like what I find.’

That thought alone should have made her reconsider.

But it didn’t.

It only made her more determined.

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