It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 141

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

 

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

 

Episode 141

 

“…Does it have some profound meaning?”

 

When he asked, momentarily flustered, Ailesia smiled broadly and swirled her glass a couple of times.

 

“If not now, when else would I get to receive alcohol from His Highness the Grand Duke?”

 

Thump.

 

Why did his heart pound so violently at those playfully thrown words?

 

Fortunately, even the hand holding the wine bottle didn’t tremble. He filled Ailesia’s glass halfway, then poured alcohol into his own glass as well.

 

“Hey, you shouldn’t pour for yourself when there’s someone sitting in front of you.”

 

“Why not?”

 

“It brings bad luck to the other person or something.”

 

“…Just what kind of place is your hometown that has so many rules to follow?”

 

“Tell me about it.”

 

It was a world talking about AI and whatnot, yet who knows why there were so many trivial superstitions. Though I didn’t really live by all of them anyway.

 

“But looking back, not everything was completely wrong. There’s something called fortune-telling in my hometown, you know? They predict a person’s life based on their birth date and time.”

 

“That sounds quite interesting.”

 

“I don’t know about other things, but the part about losing parents early was right.”

 

“What does that mean?”

 

“That you lose both parents when you’re young.”

 

“…That part is similar to me.”

 

A bitter smile crossed Termion’s lips.

 

His pounding heart had somehow calmed down, and all that remained in that empty space was regret.

 

‘I didn’t want to form a connection over something like this.’

 

Suddenly, he realized he knew surprisingly little about Ailesia.

 

All he knew about her was that she was an Archmage who transcended human limits, and her age.

 

He wanted to know more about her.

 

Anything beyond what he had learned about her over the past few months.

 

“Don’t you have any other family? Relatives or something?”

 

“I do have some. The problem was they were all despicable people I couldn’t associate with.”

 

“…I take it you didn’t get along very well.”

 

“They all went crazy over the inheritance my parents left me. If it weren’t for my aunt, I probably would have ended up on the streets.”

 

“So you lived with your aunt from childhood?”

 

“Yeah. My aunt was really an amazing person. She cut ties with all the relatives and even broke off her engagement just to take care of me.”

 

At that time, my aunt wasn’t even thirty yet, but I don’t know how she had such determination.

 

In Korea, late twenties is when you’re just starting your social life and barely managing to take care of yourself.

 

Yet she perfectly fulfilled the role of both my guardian and head of household.

 

“I lived pretty diligently, you know? I wanted to become an adult quickly, earn lots of money, and be good to my aunt.”

 

Despite her cheerful voice, Ailesia’s expression was only gloomy.

 

An awkward smile hung on her lips, but her eyes were contorted as if she might burst into tears at any moment.

 

Seeing this, Termion couldn’t find words to respond and simply tilted his glass.

 

“I thought she was finally becoming an adult and acting like a proper person… then she suddenly caught some ridiculous disease.”

 

“…Was there no way to treat it?”

 

“By the time I found out, it was already too late to do anything.”

 

“Even for a Mage of your caliber?”

 

With that magic that had previously healed Sigmund, surely any disease could be cured.

 

Ailesia, noticing Termion’s thoughts, let out a bitter laugh.

 

“Magic isn’t always omnipotent, you know.”

 

“Well, I suppose that’s true.”

 

While learning magic from Rubia, he had vaguely imagined such things.

 

If he could transcend his limits, perhaps he could return to Korea in the past and save his Aunt.

 

Of course, Rubia had concluded it was impossible.

 

He hadn’t asked directly. He had just casually thrown out the question, only to receive a firm answer in return.

 

“Another world, huh. If you tried 100 million times, you might succeed once.”

 

“…Isn’t that usually called impossible?”

 

“It’s not theoretically impossible. That’s usually called a miracle.”

 

Rubia’s explanation was simple and clear.

 

Dimensional Travel, broadly speaking, was also a type of Spatial Movement, so coordinates were necessary.

 

But since you couldn’t specify the coordinates of the dimension you wanted to go to, reaching the desired world would have to be left to chance.

 

When the concept of time was added to that, the number of possibilities increased infinitely.

 

‘And there’s the bonus risk of your body and soul being torn to shreds from shock in the process.’

 

In short, the very fact that he was alive in this world was practically a miracle. What more could he ask for?

 

“I started learning magic after my Aunt passed away anyway. Though I did spend quite a long time with Master.”

 

“…Wait a moment.”

 

Termion, who had been quietly listening to the story, gently furrowed his brow. He tilted his head slightly and blinked several times.

 

“What’s wrong? Did you drink too much?”

 

“No. It’s not that…”

 

As he listened, there seemed to be something that didn’t add up.

 

Ailesia had lost her Parents as a child, and sadly had to send off even her Aunt to illness.

 

But just now she had said ‘finally becoming an adult.’

 

That probably meant her Aunt had passed away after Ailesia became an adult.

 

He didn’t know what the age of adulthood was in her homeland, but it probably wasn’t much different from here.

 

And she had definitely said she learned magic after becoming alone.

 

“Ailesia, didn’t you tell me before that you were 27?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“…Then at most it would be about 10 years.”

 

“What are you talking about?”

 

“No matter how much of a genius you are, is it possible to become an Arch Mage in just 10 years? For an ordinary human?”

 

“Uh… because I was lucky?”

 

What nonsense. Cold sweat broke out down Ailesia’s spine as she reflexively responded.

 

Becoming an Arch Mage wasn’t like getting an early graduation certificate from school – it couldn’t possibly be achieved through luck.

 

Especially when she had even declared with certainty that her level was beyond that of an Arch Mage.

 

“…I don’t mean to interrogate you. It just sounded fascinating when I heard it.”

 

“Don’t tell me you’re suspecting I’m lying right now?”

 

“Of course not. I may not know about other things, but I know for certain that you would never lie.”

 

Termion, who had asked the question, actually thought it didn’t matter either way.

 

Ailesia always called herself a Witch with her own mouth.

 

Though she had answered that she was 27, well. Perhaps there might be a digit omitted from the front.

 

What was important to him now wasn’t how old Ailesia really was.

 

‘…Was she seeing herself overlapping with her childhood self?’

 

Now he could understand why she cherished Elenora so much.

 

Judging by her mention of a broken engagement, her Aunt probably wasn’t very old at the time either.

 

Just like himself and Elenora, the age gap would have been smaller than the typical parent-child difference.

 

“So, do you still feel unchanged about leaving Retis?”

 

“Hm?”

 

“You told me before. That if someday Elly could keep you only as a good memory, that would be enough.”

 

“Hmm…”

 

What was the intent behind this question? At least judging by Termion’s expression, it didn’t seem to be negative.

 

“Would you perhaps consider receiving a title?”

 

“A title? You don’t mean from the Emperor?”

 

“Of course not. I also have the authority to grant titles. Though it would be a single-generation title without Imperial approval, that law has little practical meaning.”

 

That made sense. If he truly favored someone enough to accept them as a Retainer, he could just grant a title to their successor later.

 

“I don’t particularly want to become a noble. I’m perfectly fine as I am, aren’t I?”

 

“That’s the answer I expected, so I’m not surprised.”

 

Though he tried to appear calm, a thread of anxiety sprouted in Termion’s heart upon hearing her response.

 

Ailesia was someone who could cross the Continent with a single spell.

 

What excuse could he possibly use to keep such a person tied to Retis? He couldn’t grasp it at all right now.

 

“Why, do you think I’ll suddenly disappear one day?”

 

“That’s not what I meant.”

 

“I’ll say this clearly right here and now.”

 

Thud.

 

Ailesia set down her empty Glass on the Table with a sound.

 

She seemed to have had quite a bit to drink, yet her face remained completely pale without even a hint of flush.

 

“I won’t leave now even if you tell me to. Frankly, if I decide to settle down here, is there any way to drive me out?”

 

Whether such a method existed or not, what did she care?

 

Thinking of all the hardships she’d endured to get this far, she couldn’t leave even out of spite.

 

Did she really have to go this far? Should she just ignore the Original Work and everything else entirely?

 

She had truly agonized over this countless times.

 

In conclusion, he had created quite an ideal result without greatly twisting the flow, so the 500 years of preparation had been worthwhile.

 

“…Who said anything about chasing anyone away.”

 

When that rather displeased retort came back, Ailesia went even further and drove the nail in completely.

 

“Don’t worry. I’ll be annoyingly attached until Elly gets married, has sons and daughters, and sees her grandchildren.”

 

As soon as he heard those words, Termion’s face suddenly hardened stiffly.

 

“…Elly, getting married?”

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