It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 1

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 001

“Beautiful…”

The woman leaning against the terrace railing murmured as she looked down below.

Throughout the Imperial Palace garden shrouded in darkness, soft magic lighting was spread out, creating a fantastical atmosphere.

Just as she was sipping the wine glass in her hand, a large shadow fell over her shoulder.

“So you were here, Ailesia.”

A deep voice gently resonated in her ears. Ailesia slowly turned around to look at the man who had entered the terrace.

A height that seemed easily a span taller than herself, a refined uniform that perfectly wrapped his solid muscles.

The adult Termion was exuding the complete fragrance of a man.

Despite having seen this appearance many times before, the moment their eyes met, her face quietly heated up.

‘…Am I drunk?’

No, I haven’t exceeded my drinking limit yet, so that can’t be it. Ailesia brought the wine glass she had stopped drinking earlier back to her lips.

“Excessive drinking is not good for your health.”

“Huh?”

Termion took away the wine glass with a gentle touch and set it down on the table.

“I’m not drunk.”

“That would be true if what’s in the glass were pure wine.”

Tsk, what sharp instincts. Ailesia, caught secretly mixing strong distilled liquor, pouted her lips.

“When did you become such a nag?”

“I learned from someone.”

All thanks to my excellent teaching.

Before Ailesia could feel proud, Termion’s face came close.

In contrast to his subtly raised lips, his deeply sunken eyes gazed at her.

Termion’s gaze was only upright and calm, but her own heart was beating as if it would burst.

‘Bad for the heart…!’

The noisy banquet continued inside, but the terrace was filled only with silence.

If she were truly drunk it would be one thing, but facing him with a clear mind was so enchanting it was almost burdensome.

The moment the hesitant Ailesia stepped back to grip the railing, Termion’s fingers exquisitely intertwined with her fingers.

“Te, Termion?”

“What would you do if you ended up breaking the terrace too?”

She could feel his solid arm wrapped around her waist. Termion, who had completely trapped Ailesia in his embrace, lowered his head and spoke.

“The villa storage last time was my personal property, so it didn’t matter.”

…Why is that story coming up here?!

The problem was that there happened to be a full moon, so her magical power was overflowing more than usual.

It was also true that she had gotten excited thanks to the serene beach atmosphere. But!

‘It’s not my fault the storage collapsed from one wall slam!’

Of course, the embrace that followed was very… no, let’s stop.

A person should be faithful to reality. Judging by Termion’s eyes, at this rate she was going to be completely devoured.

‘This is the banquet hall, you know? There are tons of people inside too?’

As his breath full of heat tickled her nape, Ailesia unconsciously bit her lips slightly.

“I find it hard to tolerate your touch remaining in this Imperial Palace.”

…What on earth does this mean.

How did this man end up changing like this?

The innocent boy from when they first met had gone somewhere, leaving only a wolf behind.

A fierce and loyal wolf that allowed only her to sit beside him.

Seo Hwirin, 26 years old. An office worker who successfully found employment after graduating from university.

In her previous life, she was one of those commonly called ‘ordinary people.’

Of course, she only appeared ordinary on the surface; her life was truly tumultuous.

On Hwirin’s middle school entrance ceremony day. Her parents, who had firmly promised to come despite being busy, ultimately could not attend their daughter’s entrance ceremony.

The surrounding people couldn’t leave young Hwirin alone after she lost her parents in a traffic accident and was left by herself in an instant.

When relatives eyeing her inheritance worth billions rushed in like starving beasts, the only person who stepped forward to protect Hwirin was her aunt.

“This is money our brother and sister-in-law earned with their lives! If it’s not for Hwirin, you can’t take a single penny!”

Her aunt was only twelve years older than Hwirin. She was a late child born after grandfather remarried.

The people who practically raised her aunt after grandfather passed away were Hwirin’s parents, and Hwirin also followed her like a real older sister, only calling her aunt in title.

Her aunt gave up even the graduate school she was attending well to take care of Hwirin. She had a boyfriend she was discussing marriage with at the time, but when the prospective in-laws showed signs of coveting Hwirin’s inheritance, she declared the engagement off.

Thanks to her aunt’s devotion, Hwirin was able to overcome the sadness of losing her parents and spend school days no different from others. She smoothly entered university, graduated, and successfully got a job at a good company.

Having lived so diligently, she thought all that remained was to live happily with her aunt.

“Aunt is sorry. For not being able to stay with our Hwirin for a long, long time.”

After her aunt also passed away from cancer, she completely lost motivation in life. This was also why Hwirin quit even the job she had worked so hard to get and became a shut-in.

‘…I don’t know what I should do.’

Hwirin spent each day crushed by helplessness.

In the midst of this, the only thing that could be called her sole pleasure was reading web novels.

Those subtle emotions exchanged between characters, their sweet moments. Only stories that finally ended with happy endings were her sole refuge.

About a year into her reclusive life reading such stories full of dreams and hope.

‘What on earth is this situation…?’

When she woke up and opened her eyes as usual, an unfamiliar scene she had never seen before entered her view.

A space surrounded not by pastel-toned wallpaper, but by thick logs boasting a deep brown color.

No matter how she looked at it, it was a house that would only appear in some fairy tale.

Perhaps she was dreaming. Hwirin raised her hand and pinched her cheek hard.

“Ow!”

Perhaps she used too much force, as a sharp sound burst from her mouth.

Getting out of the antique-feeling bed, she looked at the mirror hanging on one wall and blinked blankly.

“…Who are you?”

Brilliant golden hair flowing to her waist, blue eyes like embedded sapphires.

Snow-white skin so lustrous that not a single blemish could be found.

Wouldn’t this be the form if God carefully molded the word ‘beauty’ into human shape?

What was certain was that this was not her original appearance.

“Ugh…!”

Suddenly, a headache like needles stabbing through her brain surged up. Through it, jumbled memories began to find their places one by one.

“Ailesia Milenov…?”

Without realizing it, a single name naturally flowed between her lips.

After being flustered briefly, she soon began to quickly grasp the situation.

She swept the room with her eyes several times, went outside and looked around. Then, recalling the countless works she had read so far, she reached a conclusion.

“…This is that thing I only saw in novels, isn’t it?”

Seo Hwirin had possessed into the romance fantasy novel she had read before falling asleep last night.

No one knows exactly when it started. The rumors just began to spread quietly through word of mouth.

A beautiful witch lives by the Lake in the Western Forest.

She commands all kinds of animals at will, raises trees to turn the forest into a maze.

When she gets angry, she strikes down lightning to overturn the Lake, and on full moon nights, she even flies freely across the sky.

However, she also had the peculiar trait of being especially kind to children. Children who got lost in the forest would actually return home carrying armfuls of bread and cookies.

And they would all unanimously tell stories about the witch.

“She’s as pretty as a fairy! I think she’s the prettiest in the world!”

“Her hair sparkles, and her bright blue eyes twinkle too!”

“When she waved the Staff in her hand, cookies just poured out from thin air!”

These eyewitness accounts have continued for a long time, passed down from those children who grew up to become elderly, and then to their grandchildren.

You ask what the true identity of this witch is, who has now become a legend beyond mere folklore?

‘A transmigrator who got into a flame war with a brain-dead author and fell right into a novel.’

And that would be me.

The witch of the Western Forest, Ailesia, got up from bed with a disheveled face.

She finished her simple grooming with Magic and opened the door.

“You’re here?”

In front of the entrance, two wolves as large as horses were sitting obediently, wagging their tails.

Whitey and Blanky. A wolf couple living in this forest.

“Nothing happened during the night, right?”

“Woof!”

After giving them plenty of meat she had prepared in advance, she came outside wearing a thick Robe.

A clear sky without a single cloud. It was the most beautiful morning of the year.

‘It’s already been… about five hundred years since I came here?’

It had been 500 years since I possessed an extra character in the romance fantasy novel .