It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 104

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

 

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

 

Episode 104

 

“Uh… Well, that’s…”

 

“You’ll catch a cold.”

 

Termion carefully helped her put on the cloak, even adjusting each sleeve to ensure Ailesia’s robe wouldn’t wrinkle.

 

“I’m not cold.”

 

“Just looking at you makes me feel cold, so what are you talking about.”

 

“That’s an even stranger thing to say.”

 

“If you catch a cold, Elly will be sad.”

 

“Why are you suddenly using the child as an excuse?”

 

“Then let’s say I’m the one who’s worried.”

 

“Who’s worrying about who…”

 

He meticulously arranged even her collar and slowly began tying the strings at the front.

 

His touch was so careful that Ailesia couldn’t even finish what she was saying and simply closed her mouth tight.

 

It was probably just a casual remark, so why was it echoing in her ears like this?

 

Barely swallowing the overwhelming feeling rising in her throat, she responded in a subdued voice.

 

“…Witches don’t catch colds.”

 

“Now you look a bit warmer.”

 

Termion chuckled softly as he checked the knot he had tied.

 

“That aside.”

 

Termion raised his head and met Ailesia’s gaze directly.

 

Despite it being the middle of the night, his black eyes seemed even clearer than during the day.

 

Looking at his calm, settled gaze, a sudden wave made a corner of her heart flutter.

 

‘Could it be…’

 

She felt like she understood why he treated her so kindly. It was now closer to certainty than mere speculation.

 

‘No, honestly, it would be strange not to notice…!’

 

It was the same when she was badly injured because of the Drake, when they went to the Gardbale Mountains together, and recently when he accompanied her to Parzan Street.

 

Kindness to make a good impression on his niece’s tutor? Unfortunately, she wasn’t so oblivious that she couldn’t distinguish between kindness and affection.

 

“You still haven’t answered my earlier question.”

 

“Huh?”

 

Just as her mind was becoming dazed from the sudden realization, Termion continued speaking as if nothing had happened.

 

“I don’t know where you went, but if you can’t sleep, you could just ask the maids for some tea.”

 

“…I just had some things to think about alone. How did you know I went out?”

 

“I stopped by to check if Elly was sleeping well, but there was no sign of life in your room.”

 

Then on his way out of the West Wing, he discovered her sitting alone in a daze, according to Termion’s explanation.

 

“Sorry, I made you worry.”

 

“It’s not something you need to apologize for. Still, I’d appreciate it if you could give me a heads up next time. If Elly suddenly wakes up and throws a tantrum asking where Teacher went, I wouldn’t know what to say.”

 

“Is the reason you want to know in advance also because of Elly?”

 

“Pardon?”

 

“No. I just misspoke.”

 

It seemed she really was being affected by the demonic energy as Melbarik had said. She’d been feeling impulsive and acting on those impulses since earlier.

 

‘He said it amplifies negative emotions.’

 

…Then what was that just now?

 

Of course, you can’t divide all human emotions into just positive and negative, but anyway, this current situation was far from negative emotions.

 

No, strictly speaking, couldn’t you say it was closer to the opposite?

 

‘…Cl-close? What’s close! Did all the positivity freeze to death?!’

 

What was close was the physical distance between herself and Termion right now!

 

After she’d even tied his string for him, shouldn’t this boy move away a bit? Why was he staying so close like this!

 

What made it more troubling was that Termion hadn’t created this situation intentionally.

 

A man who felt awkward about honestly expressing his emotions even to his family members, creating atmosphere with the opposite sex? Flirting? It was unimaginable.

 

“It’s late at night, so you should go up and rest. I’ll escort you to the West Wing.”

 

“Huh? No. You don’t need to escort me.”

 

No matter what, anything more than this felt burdensome. It wasn’t that she disliked it, but it was somewhere on that ambiguous border where she couldn’t just accept it as purely good either.

 

However, Termion seemed completely oblivious to her feelings and showed a reaction that was truly characteristic of him.

 

“I need to get my cloak back.”

 

“…Do as you like.”

 

What flirting-like words. This is how our Termion should be.

 

…In this situation, being the first to speak up and create the dark history of a 0-confession 1st rejection would be too cruel.

 

‘What can I do? Human emotions don’t work according to one’s will.’

 

Someone was getting a headache trying to create a flower path ending, but one of the actual parties involved was choosing a thorny path instead. Really.

 

In times like this, it was right to just cover it up and pretend not to know.

 

Deliberately ending a teenager’s innocent first love during their emotionally sensitive period with the pain of quick heartbreak was a bit much, wasn’t it?

 

‘Hang in there, boy. This big sister is rooting for you.’

 

…Though it was somewhat contradictory that she herself was that boy’s target of conquest.

 

* * *

 

The next day, Termion looked the same as usual.

 

As always, breakfast time was quiet and uneventful.

 

He didn’t particularly glance at her during the meal, nor did he even attempt actions like suddenly pushing her favorite food toward her.

 

He simply had brief necessary conversations with Iolene and only asked Ailesia and Elenora about today’s schedule.

 

‘…Was I the only one getting excited?!’

 

So, for Ailesia who had been keeping common romance fantasy clichés in mind, she had completely drawn water from an empty well.

 

Feeling unnecessarily embarrassed, she even declined Iolene’s tea time invitation and left the main building alone. She even left Elenora behind under the excuse of spending time with family.

 

“Wow… I’m disqualified as a transmigrator, really.”

 

Perhaps because she’d been on edge throughout the meal, as soon as she arrived at the garden, she felt a tightness around her solar plexus. Her stomach seemed slightly upset.

 

“Sigh.”

 

She was really doing every possible foolish thing. What was the point of this when the other party wasn’t showing any action at all?

 

Looking back, she felt somewhat wronged too.

 

…Correction. A tremendous amount.

 

No, I’m already getting a headache because of Melbarik, and now if Termion acts like this too, what am I supposed to do?

 

“I’m just an extra though…”

 

A complaint that I didn’t even know who was supposed to hear it naturally flowed from my mouth.

 

I am merely Elenora’s supporter and guide, not a core character in this story.

 

Though I had resolved to cause a huge commotion if things went wrong, even that was just insurance to somehow follow the original story’s development.

 

‘This is just a situation where a story that didn’t exist suddenly appeared. What kind of special side story is this?’

 

Both Termion and Melbarik were characters most removed from the concept of romance in the original work.

 

Termion exited before he could try anything with anyone, and Melbarik didn’t have enough screen time to build up a separate narrative.

 

But of all people, those two had fallen for me simultaneously.

 

Someone like Melbarik who was openly aggressive was relatively easy since I could just avoid him appropriately. The problem was Termion, whom I encountered several times a day.

 

‘Originally, when people start liking someone, it’s human psychology to want to show it…’

 

Regardless of his true feelings, the people around us wouldn’t accept such a situation at face value.

 

A beautiful mage who settled into the Grand Ducal House under the pretext of being the niece’s benefactor and enchanted the young Grand Duke? I’ve heard this story many times before.

 

‘It’s a typical romance fantasy villainess route!’

 

And as always, the real partner appears with a flourish in the latter half. The villainess who enchanted the Grand Duke meets a miserable end as her crimes are exposed one by one.

 

“…would it.”

 

You need to have committed crimes for anything to be exposed. More importantly, does Termion even have some hidden partner?

 

Such a setting didn’t exist anywhere in the original work to begin with.

 

“Teacher!”

 

While my thoughts were getting increasingly tangled, Elenora came running over. It seemed the short tea time had ended.

 

“Teacher, it’s cold, what are you doing outside? You didn’t even drink tea with Elly.”

 

“Did you come out alone?”

 

“With Uncle and Sister Hilda!”

 

When I turned my head in the direction the child pointed, I saw Termion standing at the garden entrance. Seeing that Hilda was also beside him, they seemed to be having some kind of conversation.

 

‘Honestly, those two would suit each other much better.’

 

When the work was being serialized, readers were always divided into the Hilda faction and Rebecca faction, turning the comments into chaos.

 

If Ailesia had to choose, she was on Hilda’s side. They were similar in age to Termion, and there were descriptions of Hilda secretly harboring feelings for him.

 

“Good morning, Teacher.”

 

“Hello, Hilda. Did you eat breakfast?”

 

“Yes. I ate with Sir Senberg a little while ago.”

 

“Where did Rebecca go?”

 

“To the Chief Steward for a moment. It seems he had something to discuss with her separately.”

 

While exchanging simple morning greetings with Hilda, Termion also approached from the side.

 

He lightly picked up Elenora, who had been lying on Ailesia’s lap, and gently tapped her cheek.

 

“You act spoiled whenever you see Teacher.”

 

“Uncle is always just sitting in his work chair!”

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