It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 142

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

 

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

 

Episode 142

 

“Why?”

 

Of course, marriage was her own choice, but… If Elenora safely inherited the Grand Duke position like this, wouldn’t she need to think about an heir?

 

Of course, there was also the option of adoption. The Blair Empire was surprisingly tolerant about such matters.

 

But the flower path ending she had planned included the story of Elenora and Kalior as well.

 

Kalior in the Original Work only made that extreme choice because of the curse. He was someone who would coolly give up the imperial throne for Elenora’s sake.

 

“Isn’t that being unnecessarily future-oriented?”

 

“It’s better to live happily with someone you love, isn’t it? As long as she doesn’t refuse marriage itself.”

 

Honestly, she wasn’t sure about marriage, but she just wanted to see Elenora and Kalior being lovey-dovey together comfortably.

 

This was an unavoidable wish as a fan of the Original Work, hmph.

 

“That’s true, but…”

 

For some reason, Termion let out a deep sigh with a melancholy expression.

 

Just how much was he empathizing? With a child who was only six years old at that.

 

‘…Well, that could be it. He’s a fool who only knows Elly.’

 

But since he himself was unmarried while acting like this, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of disconnect.

 

“It would be good if people who love each other get together. It’s a good thing, but…”

 

When Termion trailed off and tried to refill his glass after emptying the remaining alcohol, Ailesia quickly grabbed the wine bottle.

 

“I’ll pour it for you.”

 

“It’s fine.”

 

“I’m not fine with it.”

 

“This isn’t even your hometown, is it?”

 

“That’s not what I meant.”

 

From the atmosphere, she had a feeling that something important was about to come up.

 

To prepare herself mentally, she slowly poured the alcohol and adjusted her posture slightly.

 

“Getting married and forming a family… I think it can’t be done with love alone.”

 

“That’s… true.”

 

“Mother really loved Father very much. Though I heard the time they spent together was short.”

 

His expression looked fine on the surface, but the voice flowing from Termion’s mouth was mixed with lament to a pitiful degree.

 

Was this what they called drunken truth-telling?

 

She never expected to hear hidden stories from the Original Work in this way.

 

“I still remember it vividly. Every morning, after meals ended, Mother would endlessly gaze somewhere.”

 

“…She was waiting for Father to return.”

 

“Back then, Mother seemed both foolish and wonderful. That was the thought of my ignorant childhood.”

 

“Not now?”

 

“I don’t know. What it feels like to carry someone in your heart for a lifetime.”

 

As soon as Termion emptied his glass, he snatched the wine bottle before she could stop him. His subtly flushed face seemed to represent his feelings.

 

Termion, who had finally filled his glass himself and taken a sip, continued speaking.

 

“It must have been around when I turned five. Mother handed me a dagger.”

 

“It must have been some kind of token.”

 

“She said it was something Father left behind before he departed. Perhaps even then, she had a vague sense of what the future held.”

 

“…And then?”

 

“It’s a predictable story. One day I suddenly found myself alone, so I came to Retis and was registered as the Grand Duchess Dowager’s son to live here. That was when I was six years old.”

 

With those words, Termion closed his mouth and turned his head toward the window.

 

At the end of his gaze, an aurora bloomed over the distant Gardbale Mountains.

 

Perhaps because of his calm, settled expression, it was difficult to read his thoughts.

 

He was probably recalling memories of his brief time with his mother. Ailesia carefully spoke as she tilted her glass.

 

“Still, wasn’t your mother happy to have met you?”

 

“Happy to have… met me?”

 

“Both my aunt and Master said the same thing.”

 

Looking back, Aunt and Master really resembled each other a lot.

 

In fact, they looked so identical they could have been twins with only different hair and eye colors, and their personalities and preferences were similar too.

 

The only difference was that Rubia was a bit more eccentric? Given her age and the fact that she was a dragon, after all.

 

“In the end, she said she was sorry for not being able to stay with me longer…”

 

Ailesia turned her head in the same direction Termion had been looking.

 

The aurora that brilliantly colored the night sky came into view, and within it, the most vividly shining golden veil caught her eye.

 

Watching that scene, Ailesia’s lips naturally curved into a gentle smile.

 

“But they also said this to me. Both of them, exactly the same, as if they had planned it.”

 

“What did they say?”

 

“That they were happy to have met me. That every hour spent together was always joyful and pleasant, that even the most ordinary days felt like miracles.”

 

“…”

 

“They told me to always live cheerfully, with a smile. They said it would be a waste of life to make sad faces with such a pretty face. That whenever I smiled, they felt like they had the whole world.”

 

“…I see.”

 

“Yes, so.”

 

She gently covered Termion’s hand that was resting on the table.

 

She felt him startle, but since there didn’t seem to be any particular resistance, he quietly met her eyes.

 

“Your mother surely thought the same way. Of course, her longing for Father couldn’t be helped, but still.”

 

“…I don’t doubt that Mother loved me.”

 

“It wasn’t just that much, was it? To your mother, your very existence was probably both a miracle and happiness.”

 

“Do you think… so?”

 

“So live with a smile, like me. I told you this before, didn’t I?”

 

Ailesia tapped Termion’s hand with her fingertips.

 

Unlike before, a rather mischievous smile hung on her lips.

 

“It’s such a waste of life to always wear such a stern expression with that handsome face, isn’t it?”

 

“Why does the conversation always flow in that direction?”

 

“It’s a precious face that Mother gave you, so you should treasure it.”

 

“…You leave me speechless.”

 

Termion’s expression gradually relaxed as he sipped the remaining alcohol in his glass.

 

To him, his mother was still someone he missed yet found frustrating.

 

Thinking about Father was even more painful and resentful.

 

Still, if someone asked whether he loved his Parents, he could answer yes without hesitation.

 

“Once, just once, I made a wish.”

 

It’s just that the resentment lodged deep in his heart would never have a way to be resolved.

 

“Someday… I wanted to sit at one Table with my Parents and have a meal together, just the three of us.”

 

“…I see.”

 

It was such a humble wish, but now even the way to fulfill it had disappeared forever.

 

When did Termion come to know such a cruel reality?

 

“When I was young, I really hated mealtimes with the people of Retis. Sometimes it was even unpleasant.”

 

“I understand why you’d hate it… but was there a reason for it to be unpleasant?”

 

“Because they seemed to take that scene I could never enjoy so carelessly sometimes. Especially Elder Brother… the Previous Grand Duke.”

 

Termion’s voice was full of complexity.

 

What dwelt in his gloomily sunken eyes was deep resentment.

 

“That’s why the time I spent with Elly was precious. For some reason, that Child looked for me more than her own Father.”

 

“Maybe she felt it instinctively? That you loved Elly that much.”

 

“I wonder…”

 

Termion shook his head and pulled his hand free from Ailesia’s grasp.

 

He naturally reached out his arm, but Ailesia quickly snatched the Wine Bottle first.

 

“Stop drinking. You’ve had too much.”

 

“…Just one more Glass.”

 

Since he said it like that, there was no way to stop him. Ailesia poured Alcohol into Termion’s Glass and then put the Wine Bottle away in Subspace entirely.

 

“Drink up and go to sleep. The Documents review isn’t urgent.”

 

“I was planning to do that anyway. I’m getting tired.”

 

Before he knew it, Termion’s eyes had become much more hazy than before. His voice was also slightly slurred, clearly showing he was drunk.

 

He lightly clinked his Glass against Ailesia’s Glass that she wasn’t even holding, then drained the Alcohol in one gulp. Then he swayed slightly as he got up from his seat.

 

“That was good.”

 

“Are you okay?”

 

“I can still walk. Though I’m a bit dazed.”

 

“That’s just what you think.”

 

How could he be fine after drinking nearly half a bottle of Alcohol that could even intoxicate a dragon? Ailesia clicked her tongue briefly and grabbed Termion’s arm to support him.

 

“I’ll clean up later, so let’s go to your Room first.”

 

“I told you I’m fine.”

 

“No, you’re not, you stubborn fool.”

 

Still, his drinking behavior was quite well-mannered. Rubia, who actually made the Alcohol, had caused a ruckus after drinking a whole bottle and getting completely wasted.

 

‘She was overflowing with affection she usually didn’t show.’

 

Hugging and patting heads was routine. The sight of her lavishing kisses on foreheads and cheeks while giggling “My prettiest Little One in the world!” was still vivid in her memory.

 

And the next day, strangely, the training amount seemed to double. Maybe it was just her imagination.

 

“Why are all the people around me lightweights?”

 

She could send him to his Room with a flick of her finger, but that would be too heartless, wouldn’t it?

 

Ailesia left the Terrace practically carrying Termion in her arms.

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