It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 109

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

 

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

 

Episode 109

 

The morning after Ailesia spent the night awake, lost in memories.

 

Elenora was focused on eating the cream stew she hadn’t had in a long time, but kept glancing at Teacher throughout the meal.

 

Ailesia’s figure gazing blankly out the window looked wonderful as always, but also strangely unfamiliar.

 

Why was Teacher, who was always so energetic, acting like this? A six-year-old’s mind couldn’t possibly guess the reason.

 

“Teacher.”

 

“Hm?”

 

“Are you sick somewhere?”

 

“Oh please, witches don’t get sick.”

 

“But…”

 

Elenora glanced at Ailesia’s bowl, which was still more than half full, and hesitantly trailed off.

 

“When Elly is sick, she doesn’t want to eat…”

 

“Oh my.”

 

She even worries about Teacher, how precious. Ailesia stroked the child’s head and showed a gentle smile as if everything was fine.

 

“It’s not like that. Teacher just had something to think about.”

 

“What kind of thinking?”

 

“Hmm… What should we do today to have fun?”

 

Ailesia deflected appropriately and soon began moving her spoon cheerfully.

 

Though she said that, there wasn’t actually much for her to do directly. After finishing the morning magic lessons as usual, Polaris appeared wandering around, having just woken up from sleeping in.

 

“Polly! It’s Polly!”

 

“Kuwong!”

 

Polaris sat on the floor and brought his front paws together to hug Elenora. It was a posture similar to how a person would hold a child.

 

“Teacher! Can I go play with Polly?”

 

“That’s fine, but…”

 

Ailesia slightly furrowed her brow and gestured with her hand. Then she grabbed Polaris’s ear firmly as he lowered his head.

 

“Kkueong?!”

 

“You, if you give Elly piggyback rides and run around again this time, I really won’t let it slide. If you do that, I’ll dunk you in the lake when Yormu comes later.”

 

“Kkuweong!”

 

“Even if Elly begs, it’s not allowed. Got it?”

 

“Kkueong! Kkueong!”

 

She gripped so firmly that the large bear was on the verge of tears. Ailesia giggled at the sight and stroked Polaris’s ear before kissing his nose.

 

“Near the Northern Ridge, there should be ice grapes growing. I’ll prepare a basket for you, so go pick some. We’ll make jam with them and bake a tart.”

 

“Grape jam! Waah!”

 

“If you want to give Polly piggyback rides, do it when you come back and Teacher is watching, okay?”

 

“Yes!”

 

“I’m sending Whitey and Blanky with you too, so don’t wander off anywhere else!”

 

“Kueong.”

 

“Answer properly.”

 

After Elenora departed with an excited expression, Ailesia took out a long bench in front of the lake and fell into deep thought.

 

The fact that Rubia knew she had possessed this body wasn’t particularly surprising.

 

The dragons of this world were omnipotent to the point where they seemed almost like gods, and Rubia was—though it was her own claim—the most outstanding among them.

 

However, there was one thing that bothered her.

 

-Even so, do not doubt your existence.

 

-Though you may have lived as someone else during your slumber, your essence has not changed in the slightest.

 

‘What does it mean that my essence hasn’t changed at all?’

 

It wouldn’t have been mere formal words of comfort for a shocked disciple.

 

Her Master could be described as ultra capital bold T in terms of her past life’s MBTI. Regardless of kindness, she absolutely never spoke nonsense.

 

What could have happened during the approximately 700 years before ‘Ailesia Milenov’ fell asleep, based on this world’s timeline? She slowly pondered over the memories remaining in her mind.

 

“Huh…?”

 

Something was strange.

 

She remembered suddenly collapsing in front of her Master when she had been perfectly fine.

 

The scenes of learning magic from her Master or going out to play together were also vivid.

 

‘Why are they so short?’

 

Even if remembering all 700 years of life clearly was impossible, she should have been able to roughly recall when she did what.

 

But no matter how much she retraced, she couldn’t recall anything from more than 100 years before the point when she collapsed.

 

It wasn’t that she knew but had forgotten—it felt like it had never existed from the beginning.

 

‘Could this be a side effect of possession?’

 

Right after possessing this body, she had felt headaches and her memories had gotten mixed up, but she had just accepted it then.

 

Finding out which work she had possessed was the priority, and after that, she had been busy adapting to this world.

 

‘I hardly talked about old times with Master either. I was afraid that if I made a slip of the tongue, she might discover that I had possessed this body.’

 

Though she only learned last night that her Master had been pretending not to know for over 50 years.

 

Perhaps the ‘that day’ Rubia mentioned might be connected to her lost memories.

 

If it was divine providence, the best course was to simply wait quietly until the time came.

 

Setting that aside, returning to the original point.

 

‘Essence, essence indeed.’

 

When speaking of the essence of existence, the first thing that came to mind was naturally the soul.

 

That it hadn’t changed would mean Seo Hwirin’s soul and Ailesia’s soul were identical.

 

‘…Does that make sense?’

 

It would be more understandable if Seo Hwirin had died and been reincarnated as Ailesia.

 

But Hwirin had been too healthy to die suddenly in her sleep, and she couldn’t even remember Ailesia’s childhood.

 

Then what if she thought about it the other way around?

 

What if Ailesia had fallen into a coma for some reason, and during that time her soul was reincarnated as Seo Hwirin, lived that life, then returned again for some other reason?

 

“…I’m really writing a novel here.”

 

Where did plausibility go? Just saying “some reason” whenever something seems vague? What exactly is that “some reason”?

 

At this point, she was confused whether the work she had possessed was a romance fantasy or a mystery.

 

“Aaaagh, how annoying!”

 

Unable to contain her frustration, she burst out shouting, and beneath the rippling water surface, a massive shadow began to undulate.

 

Swoooosh!

 

The water spray that erupted like an explosion became waves that covered everything around, and Ailesia was thoroughly drenched in the cold lake water without any chance to dodge.

 

“Yormu, you…!”

 

“Kishit.”

 

Yormu, with his half-opened eyes curved into crescents, flicked his tongue as he approached Ailesia. Then he pressed the tip of his nose against her waist.

 

“…Are you comforting me?”

 

“Kiii.”

 

“How presumptuous. What would you know?”

 

“Kishishi…”

 

Despite her gruff tone, Ailesia gently stroked Yormu’s scales with a soft touch.

 

Yormu was the one and only guardian that Rubia had personally raised and commanded.

 

Having grown up feeding on Rubia’s blood and energy, he was like family to Ailesia in a way.

 

“Thanks to you, my mind is clear now. Thank you.”

 

“Kishit.”

 

It was literally true.

 

With her head cleared, she realized one fact that she had been completely excluding.

 

When Termion first came to visit, Yormu had attacked him, judging that Ailesia was being threatened.

 

What would have happened if she hadn’t restrained Yormu?

 

‘Termion would have died right there.’

 

In contrast, the witch in the original work had faced Termion with only her own abilities, cast a curse, and made her exit.

 

The fact that Ailesia Milenov was an extra was certain. There was no room for argument about this fact.

 

After all, she was someone whose name didn’t even appear in the original work.

 

But based on Master’s last words, the inheritance including Yormu, and her blank memories, she could now be certain about herself.

 

About what kind of existence she was.

 

* * *

 

“Uncle!”

 

As soon as Elenora opened the office door, she ran toward Termion as if she was going to crash right into him.

 

“You’ll get hurt doing that.”

 

Before Termion, who skillfully lifted Elenora up, could even greet her properly, the child immediately offered an apology in a booming voice.

 

“I’m sorry!”

 

“…Huh?”

 

Termion reflexively winced slightly. His ears felt a bit muffled from her shouting at such close range.

 

“Elly did wrong! So!”

 

He didn’t even know what she had done wrong, but regardless, she was practically ready to devour her uncle.

 

“From now on, I won’t be mean to Uncle…”

 

“That…”

 

When had she been charging forward like she could pierce the sky, and why was she suddenly sinking down to the ground below? Momentarily at a loss for words, he adjusted his hold on Elenora to a more comfortable position.

 

“Did Uncle do something to hurt Elly’s feelings?”

 

“Well…”

 

“Elly needs to tell me so Uncle can say it’s okay too.”

 

“…I don’t want Uncle to get married!”

 

“What?”

 

Marriage all of a sudden? With whom exactly?

 

While Termion stood there with his mouth agape in bewilderment, Elenora squeezed her eyes shut and shouted.

 

“Y-you said Uncle was going to meet the person you’re going to marry!”

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