It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 155

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

 

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

 

Episode 155

 

“That’s a valid point, but….”

 

“Let’s say she got a bit of a fever from being too excited on her birthday. I was planning to summon the retainers soon anyway.”

 

“I’ll inform them accordingly.”

 

Kubera and Rebecca, who had just finished cleaning up, approached from the side.

 

The traces of magic and aura had been cleanly erased to the point where an ordinary person wouldn’t notice anything amiss.

 

All that remained was white powder scattered where the desk had disappeared.

 

“Your Highness, what should we do with those remains?”

 

“Gather them up and store them for now. They might be important clues for researching black magic.”

 

“Understood.”

 

“Everyone did well. Let’s discuss the rest tomorrow.”

 

Termion left the banquet hall with a weary expression. Iolene quietly followed beside him.

 

“Termion.”

 

“Yes?”

 

“Earlier… what exactly happened?”

 

“…I don’t know either.”

 

It was clear who the curse had been targeting.

 

The desk that showed no reaction no matter how many times Elenora touched it had immediately spewed out dark magic the moment he leaned against it.

 

The only thing he could be certain of now was that Elenora had protected him.

 

“If only, if only I had been the one hit instead….”

 

As he muttered without realizing it, a voice as cold as frost pierced sharply into his ears.

 

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

 

“Grand Duchess Dowager.”

 

“What’s done is done, there’s no need for self-blame. No, rather.”

 

Iolene wrapped her hands around Termion’s while keeping her head deeply bowed.

 

“At least you….”

 

Squeeze.

 

She tightened her grip and let out a single, crushing word as if collapsing.

 

“At least you’re safe… isn’t that fortunate….”

 

“…Grand Duchess Dowager.”

 

“If you had also ended up like that… I, I….”

 

At her lament filled with deep anguish, Termion could only blame himself once again.

 

“…I’m sorry.”

 

He forcibly swallowed the rising heat and rested his forehead against Iolene’s shoulder.

 

He hadn’t considered the feelings of Iolene, who had lost her son and daughter-in-law to a tragic death and nearly lost her granddaughter before her very eyes.

 

The emotion that crept through his bitter guilt was, once again, stale resentment toward someone.

 

‘She’s your daughter….’

 

You should have stayed by her side, even as a ghost.

 

If your life wasn’t enough, you should have sold your soul to protect her.

 

As he was repeating futile laments inwardly, a quiet voice reached him.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“…No, you’re not.”

 

Iolene wiped her reddened eyes with her hand and let out a sigh.

 

She slowly moved her steps while still not letting go of Termion’s hand.

 

“Termion.”

 

While silently climbing the stairs, Iolene casually spoke up.

 

“Where do you think Teacher might have gone?”

 

“Well….”

 

The first place that came to mind was Chernil Forest.

 

It was Ailesia’s sanctuary, and it was already a place where Elenora had hidden several times.

 

However, having personally experienced the contagious nature of dark magic, he soon shook his head.

 

Chernil Forest was a place where all kinds of creatures gathered across its vast area.

 

Moreover, the outskirts of the forest were frequented by people for logging, hunting, and gathering.

 

There were even several small villages in the vicinity.

 

Knowing her as he did, she would have definitely chosen a place with as few living beings as possible.

 

“I can’t really guess where.”

 

“I see….”

 

It seemed Iolene hadn’t asked expecting anything specific, just unable to bear her frustrated feelings.

 

“She must be safe….”

 

“…She’ll be fine.”

 

Honestly, he didn’t know. Whether she would really be okay.

 

Neither Ailesia’s dragon power nor her vast knowledge and magical ability had been of any use against that curse.

 

Nevertheless, the reason he didn’t give up hope was simple.

 

Because he knew better than anyone the affection and devotion Ailesia had shown Elenora until now.

 

“Right now… all we can do is believe and wait.”

 

Even Termion himself didn’t know whether it was comfort for Iolene or a resolution for himself.

 

Even after Ailesia and Elenora disappeared, daily life at the Grand Duke’s Castle continued without pause.

 

Iolene actively took charge of all matters to stabilize the family’s atmosphere. Lady Herman and Baron Gavin also threw themselves into their work as if two bodies wouldn’t be enough.

 

Elenora was announced to have gone to recuperate somewhere in the duchy.

 

The official announcement was that after taking the elixir received as a birthday gift, she had experienced mild magical power runaway, so this was a measure for health recovery and magical training.

 

Additionally, the explanation that Ailesia had accompanied her to care for Elenora was naturally accepted.

 

Kubera issued a full mobilization order to the Tigel Knight Order and conducted large-scale training. The only knight who didn’t participate directly in training was Rebecca, who was assigned to guard Kalior.

 

Even while all of Retis was busy like this, Termion didn’t neglect the children’s education.

 

“That’s enough for today. Stretch for about 10 minutes, then ask Sir Senberg to help with physical training.”

 

“Yes! Thank you!”

 

After experiencing the shocking incident on the birthday evening, the children’s eyes had completely changed.

 

Sheryl and Kiril devoted themselves only to training and studying from the moment they opened their eyes in the morning. The one hour of walking with the wolves in the late afternoon was the twin siblings’ only rest time.

 

Going even further than those twins, Kalior was carrying out a daily routine almost no different from an apprentice knight.

 

Even when Rebecca tried to dissuade him, saying excessive training was rather harmful, even when Hilda stamped her feet because his hands and feet were covered in wounds, he was simply stubborn.

 

Then one day, Kalior, who was receiving special individual instruction, asked.

 

“To become as strong as the Grand Duke, what should I do?”

 

“Like me?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“That’s not even funny. Listen carefully, Prince.”

 

Termion twisted up the corner of his mouth as if it were ridiculous.

 

“I learned mana cultivation techniques from when I was in my mother’s womb. You could never catch up even if you died and came back to life.”

 

“What does that….”

 

It was difficult to understand readily. To Kalior, who was frowning, Termion asked back.

 

“Why? Is there a reason you need to become strong?”

 

“…Elly was the first person in my life to cry for me.”

 

Hearing the gloomy answer, Termion’s expression hardened slightly.

 

“…So that happened.”

 

“But I couldn’t do anything. Really, nothing at all.”

 

“That’s… the same for me.”

 

When their eyes met, Kalior clenched his fist until his fingers might be crushed.

 

“I never want to be in such a powerless situation again. Please help me.”

 

The boy bowed so deeply that the top of his head was visible.

 

Seeing this, Termion muttered in an indifferent voice.

 

“It’ll be so difficult you’ll be screaming in agony.”

 

“I’ve already experienced that. I can handle that much pain. I’ll definitely succeed.”

 

“I first manifested aura when I was 11 years old. I became a master at 14.”

 

“…I’m 9 years old now, so I have 5 years left.”

 

Fighting spirit blazed fiercely in Kalior’s eyes as he raised his head.

 

His attitude alone seemed to have already caught up to Termion’s achievements.

 

“That look in your eyes.”

 

Termion, with a faint smile on his lips, roughly ruffled the arrogant prince’s hair.

 

“Follow me with the determination to die, Kalior. I’ll train you mercilessly.”

 

Late at night, Termion, who had barely finished his busy day, leaned against the terrace railing.

 

Far below under the sky, the Gardbale Mountains were displaying their brilliant aurora as always.

 

After watching that scene for a moment, he tilted his wine glass alone and fell into deep thought.

 

‘…Was that already two weeks ago?’

 

At the moment the demonic energy was about to strike, Elenora exploded her magical power and perfectly pushed Termion to the floor.

 

Elenora’s magical power was at most at the 4th Circle level, no matter how generously one estimated.

 

Even though he was in an unguarded state, delivering such an impact to Termion, an Aura Blaster, was logically impossible.

 

‘She said her mana core had split into two. Even using the same magic, the power would be doubled, maybe even more.’

 

Even if it was the result of coincidence upon coincidence, Elenora’s actions were far too swift in that situation where no one else could react.

 

As if she had foreseen such an event and was prepared for it.

 

“Uncle… are you okay…?”

 

“I… protected Uncle, hehe…”

 

Even in that moment, Elenora’s face worrying about him was vividly etched in his mind.

 

“Sigh…”

 

Unable to overcome the overwhelming sense of helplessness, sighs flowed out one after another.

 

“You said you wouldn’t leave me behind.”

 

Such a little thing already telling lies.

 

Termion muttered in a bitter voice and weakly shook his head.

 

Where would that child who should be listening to this childish complaint be and what would she be doing right now?

 

He couldn’t even say goodbye properly – could she be sadly resenting him?

 

“Haah…”

 

After letting out another deep sigh, his gaze turned to the wine glass in his hand.

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