The Hidden Extra: The Lazy Prince Refuses to Ascend The Throne-Chapter 18: The Obsessed Brocon Sister

"Guess who I am?"

Nolan's body tensed at the sound of the voice. But just a moment later, he relaxed and let out a soft breath.

"Who else but you, Sister Seira?" He said, removing the hands that covered his eyes before turning around.

Standing before him was an extraordinarily beautiful woman—her features so flawless, she looked like a goddess.

Wavy pink hair cascaded down to her waist.

She wore a white dress that accentuated the slender curve of her waist.

Despite her slim figure, her body was curvaceous, with full breasts and wide hips.

She was none other than the first princess, Seira Lorian.

With a playful smile, Seira looked at Nolan, her hands clasped behind her back.

"How did you know it was me? Are you secretly using magic to read minds? Or can you see behind you without turning around?" She asked with mock suspicion.

Nolan rolled his eyes at the absurd question.

"Magic? I don't even have mana channels in my body. How could I possibly use magic?" He shook his head with a faint smile. "I recognized your voice... and your scent."

Seira's smile froze. A blush spread across her cheeks, making her look both charming and bashful.

She pursed her lips and whispered, "Nolan, you're such a pervert..."

Nolan: "..."

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Pervert? How could he be a pervert to his own sister?

Well, he had to admit—Seira was undeniably beautiful and alluring.

It was no exaggeration to call her one of the most stunning women he had ever seen.

But that wasn't surprising, considering her mother—the third concubine, who was also Adalen's mother—had once been known as one of the three most beautiful women in the empire.

That was also why Adalen was so good-looking, even if he still fell a notch below Nolan.

Even so, as the old saying goes, "No matter how beautiful your sisters are, a sane man won't feel lust for them."

Nolan wholeheartedly agreed. Though they had different mothers, he never saw Seira the way he saw other women.

After all, they shared the same father—the same blood.

Brushing the thought aside, Nolan quickly changed the subject.

"So, what is it, Sister? Do you need something from me?"

He yawned, eyes slightly watery from exhaustion.

After everything that had happened today, he hadn't had a single moment of rest.

His body felt drained, and he was certain that the moment he touched the bed, he'd fall asleep instantly.

But instead of answering, Seira's pout faded. Her expression turned cold, and her gaze sharpened like ice.

A dangerous glint flashed in her eyes as she asked, "Where did you go last time?"

The question took Nolan by surprise. He opened his mouth to answer but quickly shut it again when he saw her cold, piercing gaze.

Gulp!

He swallowed nervously, his body trembling slightly.

"I... I went with Eliza earlier, Sister," he replied cautiously. "Why? Is something wrong?"

It wasn't bragging, but Nolan was certain that in this palace, there was no one who could truly intimidate him.

Even his father had fought and argued with him. But there were two people he would never dare face recklessly—his mother and Seira.

His respect and fear of his mother were natural. She was his mother, after all. He had to respect her, love her, and never argue with her.

Fortunately, she was a gentle, quiet, and kind-hearted woman. She never scolded him, always pampering him.

However, when she was angry, no one could stop her—not even his father.

As for why he feared Seira, that was a different matter.

It was because of her unpredictable and somewhat unsettling nature.

To the outside world, Seira was always a gentle, loving, and mature sister. But Nolan alone knew her true nature—an obsessive brocon.

Yes, a brocon. And her obsession? Him.

Seira was deeply, even obsessively, fond of him.

What made things worse was her jealousy.

She became incredibly possessive whenever he got close to another woman, making his life far more complicated.

Nolan had no idea why Seira had become like this.

He remembered that when they were younger, they rarely interacted.

After all, they were eight years apart in age.

By the time he was eight, Seira was sixteen—an age when one's focus usually shifted elsewhere.

He also clearly remembered that Seira's mother, the third concubine, had always been resentful of him and Elina.

It all seemed to be tied to his mother's past. But Nolan didn't know the full story, as his mother had never shared the details.

"Where did you and Eliza go? And why didn't you invite me?" Seira asked, her eyes narrowing.

"Ahem! Sister, it's not that I didn't want to invite you," Nolan said, his tone sincere. "Earlier, I ran into Eliza, and she was feeling down. I couldn't just leave her like that, so I thought a walk around Solvaria's capital might help cheer her up."

He paused for a moment. "And as for not inviting you... I actually searched all over the palace for you, but I couldn't find you. So, I ended up going alone with Eliza."

Seira furrowed her brows and fell silent, as if deep in thought.

Nolan secretly sighed in relief and couldn't help but flash a triumphant smile.

Huh! Do you want to beat me again? You won't get me this time, Sister! he said, snorting proudly.

Normally, whenever Nolan argued with Seira, he always ended up on the losing side.

She was so sharp and eloquent that he almost never won a debate with her.

As a result, he's constantly subjected to arbitrary punishments—things like kisses, hugs, and other actions that could only be described as detrimental to him!

But this time... he was certain he'd win.

Seira suddenly lifted her chin, and a faint smile spread across her beautiful lips.

"So, you've really been looking for me?" she asked.

Nolan nodded confidently. "Of course."

He raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand and swore, "If I'm lying, let lightning strike me."

Boom!

A deafening clap of thunder echoed from outside the palace. A few moments later, a torrential downpour drenched the world.

Nolan: "..."

"Hehehe... My dear Nolan, so now you're old enough to lie, huh?" Seira's laughter was soft, but there was a sinister edge to her voice. "Do you really think I can be fooled that easily? I was in the garden when you took Eliza away. I saw you. You didn't even look around to find me."

Her words struck him like a second thunderclap, causing Nolan's body to stiffen instantly.

"Ahem! Sister, I just remembered I have something important to take care of... Bye!"

Nolan hurriedly turned to leave, but a delicate hand wrapped around his arm, stopping him.

"Trying to leave? Do you honestly think you can just walk away like that?"

Nolan swallowed hard. The moment he saw the knowing look in Seira's eyes, he realized... he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight.

Damn... Do the gods really despise me? Why is my life so miserable?!