It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 162

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 162

“You’re here? You’re a little late…”

The moment Iolene raised her head, naturally thinking it was Termion, she couldn’t help but hold her breath.

Black hair tied to one side and flowing down past her shoulders, emerald-green eyes shining as vividly as emeralds.

A young girl whose appearance clearly overlapped with someone else was looking at her with a face full of tears.

‘Could it be…?’

The bewilderment was brief, as Iolene’s face contorted with anger and she shot up from her chair.

“How dare you…!”

The words she forcibly swallowed were filled with rage.

Even pranks become poison when taken too far.

Wondering when she would return, she had spent countless nights awake, longing for her granddaughter even in her dreams.

This space had been decorated for only one person.

Not a single day had passed without her missing her granddaughter in this place.

She didn’t know who had let this person in, but she absolutely could not tolerate this situation happening.

“How dare you come to a place like this…!”

Just as she was about to pour out her anger at the uninvited guest who had brazenly barged in.

“It’s me, Grandmother…”

A pitiful voice flowed from the mouth of the young girl whose eyes had turned red.

Thud.

The young girl who finally collapsed to the floor still kept her eyes fixed on Iolene.

“I’m sorry… for being late…”

Trickle.

The young girl’s eyes, blurred with tears, couldn’t overcome the overwhelming longing and let them flow down.

Iolene, who had been staring blankly at that sight, began to force her dazed steps forward.

One step.

Another step.

Iolene, who had finally approached close enough, slowly raised her hands and cupped the young girl’s face.

“Elly…? Is it really Elly?”

“G-Grandmother…”

“Our Elly has come? Really? Hmm?”

“Sniff…”

The moment their skin touched, Iolene finally became certain of who the young girl before her was.

How could she not recognize her?

No matter how much time had passed, the blood flowing through her veins clearly remembered her granddaughter.

“Elly has… Elly has come, Grandmother.”

“Ah… Little One!”

“Waaaaah!”

Elenora, finally embraced in her grandmother’s arms, poured out her pent-up sobs.

“Grandmother, Grandmother! Sob sob!”

“Little One, our Elly!”

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…! I was too, too late…!”

“It’s fine that you came, it’s fine since you’re here…!”

Iolene, who had been holding Elenora until her front was completely soaked, finally carefully pulled away.

“Our Little One, how did you grow up so much? Hmm? Didn’t you miss Grandmother?”

“I missed you, every single day.”

Iolene endlessly caressed Elenora’s face.

The granddaughter she was seeing after 10 years still retained her childhood appearance.

Green eyes that were the spitting image of herself, black hair inherited from her father.

Her now slimmed and refined chin, thick and delicate eyelashes, straight nose and gentle lips seemed like a perfect copy of her mother’s younger days.

‘…Biez, are you watching?’

She had been a poor daughter-in-law who suffered heartache for a long time because of her worthless son.

Yet she had always been kind and affectionate to everyone without ever showing her pain.

Iolene had cherished and loved Biez more than her own daughter.

“Little One, Elly.”

“Yes, Grandmother.”

“Looking at you now, you’re exactly like your mother. I’d believe you were twin sisters rather than mother and daughter.”

“Really?”

“Of course, you look exactly like her. Since you’ve grown up so healthy and beautiful, Biez must be proud of you from heaven.”

“Mother is…”

She said I look like Mother. Since Grandmother said it, it must be true, right?

Elenora, her heart softening warmly, rubbed her forehead against Iolene’s shoulder.

“A grown young lady acting spoiled.”

“Ehehehehe…”

At her granddaughter’s affection after so long, Iolene also smiled warmly. That cute laughter was unchanged from when she was six years old.

“Oh my, look at me. The floor is cold.”

Iolene, who got up from her spot, embraced Elenora’s shoulders and headed toward the table.

“By the way, where is that troublesome uncle of yours?”

“Uncle is troublesome? Why?”

“Troublesome indeed! When he should be running here hand in hand immediately, how can he drag out the time like this? I’m going to give that boy a piece of my mind…!”

As if getting more angry the more she thought about it, Iolene burst out in fury, her lips trembling.

“Oh, Grandmother. If you keep getting angry, you’ll get more wrinkles.”

“At my age, it would be stranger not to have them, hmph.”

“Still.”

Elenora stroked Iolene’s cheek with pitying eyes.

Even Iolene, who was still vigorous as befitting an Upper Mage, couldn’t escape the flow of time.

The face that had looked like she was in her twenties until they parted now had fine wrinkles, and her hair that had been as radiant as May roses had also faded compared to before.

“…You were very upset because of me, weren’t you?”

“Don’t say such nonsense. This old woman is already past seventy. What’s so significant about an old person getting old?”

“Grandmother…”

“When is that Termion boy going to come? The food will get cold if he doesn’t hurry up and come in.”

At the sight of her granddaughter’s eyes becoming moist again, Iolene grumbled unnecessarily while glaring at the greenhouse entrance.

“Speaking of which, I’m here now.”

Hearing the familiar voice, she burst out angrily.

“You rascal! Did you enjoy making fun of an old woman!”

“When the whole family is gathered in one place, how could I not enjoy it?”

“Wicked boy, you never miss a chance to talk back.”

She glared at Termion with displeasure, then froze in that position with her eyes wide open.

“It’s been a while, Grand Duchess Dowager.”

Seeing the woman who appeared from behind Termion with a bright smile, Iolene shot up from her seat.

“T-Teacher!”

“Have you been well?”

“Teacher, goodness!”

“I’m sorry for visiting so late. I wanted to return as quickly as possible, but…”

“What are you saying! Just returning healthy like this is more than enough…!”

Iolene, who grasped Ailesia’s hands, teared up with a sorrowful expression.

As a mage, she could recognize Ailesia’s changes at a glance.

Ailesia’s brilliant amber-gold hair, which had looked like melted gold, had changed to platinum hair with a faint green luster.

Her appearance was as beautiful as it had been 10 years ago, but what could the change in her hair color possibly mean?

What kind of sacrifice had Ailesia made? The thought was too heartbreaking to even voice.

“…You’ve endured so much hardship, Teacher. I sincerely thank you.”

Iolene took a step back and bowed deeply.

“Please don’t do this, Grand Duchess Dowager.”

Flustered, Ailesia quickly helped Iolene straighten up.

Though she was actually older, she didn’t want to receive such formal treatment from someone who appeared much more mature.

“It’s such a good day. Let’s save the complicated talk for later and eat first. At this rate, my stomach will stick to my back.”

“Teacher…”

“Oh, come on. Hurry up. Elly, you’re hungry too, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Grandmother, please sit down quickly!”

“…Alright, let’s do that.”

Eventually, unable to resist the two’s persistence, Iolene sat down, and Ailesia and Elenora, seated on either side, began to chatter away.

“Do you know? Elly is already 7th Circle.”

“My goodness, really? Little One, have you truly become a High Mage?”

“Hehe, I worked really hard. I wanted to become an amazing mage like Grandmother.”

“You did well, you did so well.”

Watching this scene, Termion sat across from them, quietly sipping his wine.

‘…They’re just like a family.’

To anyone watching, she looked exactly like a grandmother sitting contentedly between her two granddaughters.

If he had to categorize them, it would be like a dignified eldest granddaughter and an adorable youngest granddaughter.

‘Rather than eldest granddaughter… wouldn’t daughter or daughter-in-law be more fitting?’

Startled.

Surprised by his own thoughts, he secretly let out a sigh.

“Uncle, what are you doing?”

“Hm?”

When he looked up, the three women who had been chattering away were all staring at him in unison.

“What are you thinking about so much? With people sitting right in front of you.”

“Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“Then cut my steak!”

Before Termion could finish answering, a plate was swiftly pushed toward him. It was as if she had been waiting for this moment.

“You’re a grown woman and you’re making your uncle do things for you?”

“Oh, come on! Just cut it!”

“Are you still six years old inside?”

Termion chuckled and picked up the knife.

For some inexplicable reason, he tried to soothe an unknown sense of longing with the same skillful hand movements as in the old days.

“His Highness the Grand Duke did?”

“Yes.”

“Tsk, that’s not like him.”

A woman who was about a span taller than most men muttered in a displeased voice.

“He called it a suggestion?”

“Honestly, who makes suggestions like that? Setting the time, place, and even behavioral guidelines.”

“…He should just give orders directly.”

“Exactly my point.”

The blue-haired woman also chimed in agreement, as if frustrated.

It had been nice to enjoy a fine meal at the reserved restaurant.

But the words she’d heard from Termion before going out kept echoing in her ears.

Anyway, since she’d heard such words, it would probably be better to postpone the service until next time.

“I should go to service tomorrow morning instead.”

“No. I have to clean the Grand Duchess’s room.”

“…Right.”

“Besides, Baron Roagis will be busy with training in the morning anyway, won’t he?”

“Stop calling him that.”

Apparently displeased with the title that came from her companion’s mouth, she immediately frowned.

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