It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 174
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500 Years as Just an Extra,
The Original Story Still Won’t Begin
Episode 174
“I thought it tasted strangely delicious.”
Sheryl shot a cold glare at Kiril, who couldn’t help but pick a fight.
“Hey, you cheeky little brother. You better watch your back when you sleep tonight.”
“What, are you going to hide under my bed with a sword?”
The sight of the twin siblings bickering day after day was always refreshing to watch.
They seemed so affectionate when they were young, but maybe the way of expressing changes as you get older.
Elenora munched on her cookies, her eyes sparkling brightly.
“You two still get along so well.”
“Huh?”
“What?”
The siblings were taken aback for a moment, wondering if they had misheard, but Elenora met their gazes with an utterly innocent face.
“What?”
“Get along well?”
“With that thing?”
“See, even your reactions are exactly alike.”
Even their expressions of glaring this way were identical. Sheryl narrowed her eyes and soon growled, recalling what she had just heard.
“But wait a minute. Is this crazy? ‘That thing’ to your older sister?”
“At least call me a scoundrel like a decent person would?”
“Hey!”
Wow, so this is what it feels like when sparks fly between eyes.
Sipping her milk tea that somehow seemed even sweeter, Elenora asked in a serious voice.
“But you know, if you two fought, who would win?”
Pause.
The siblings who had been glaring at each other snorted with subdued expressions.
“What’s the point of fighting that thing? A weak, frail bookworm who’s always holed up in a corner reading books.”
“Would someone who rolls around mindlessly all day even understand the concept of intellectual pursuit?”
“Hehehe.”
“Hahaha.”
Just as quiet laughter continued, both of them suddenly shot up from their seats.
“Want to die? I’ll just snap this!”
Clang!
With a sharp scraping sound, a viscous aura rippled from the dagger that shot out between Sheryl’s fingers.
“Go ahead and try.”
Whoosh.
Not to be outdone, Kiril created three fist-sized fireballs in midair.
“Wow, a real sibling fight.”
“Teacher, who do you think will win?”
“You’re the worst one, you little thing.”
It was quite an interesting spectacle, but still, fights should be stopped.
Ailesia, who had scolded Elenora, snapped her fingers.
Snap!
“Our friends, shall we calm down and have some tea?”
“…Huh?”
“Tsk.”
Both the aura Sheryl had emitted and the fireballs Kiril had created vanished in an instant. Only then did the two siblings smack their lips and sit back down.
“Why are you suddenly making the kids fight?”
“Ehehe.”
Elenora laughed awkwardly and snuggled close to Ailesia’s side, muttering as if whispering.
“Actually, I was a little envious.”
“Hm?”
“You know that feeling of thinking, ‘So this is how ordinary siblings spend time together.’ It’s something I never experienced.”
“Those two are also quite far from ordinary, don’t you think?”
Ailesia deliberately acted nonchalant as she brought her teacup to her lips.
It would be natural for Elenora, who grew up as an only child, to have such thoughts at least once, but no matter how much of a coincidence it was, she couldn’t help feeling unsettled.
‘She can’t be saying that knowing something.’
Perhaps understanding her expression somehow, Elenora immediately hugged Ailesia’s arm and rubbed her forehead against her shoulder.
“I’m fine because I have Uncle and Teacher.”
“…Right.”
When she was saying this much herself, was there really a need to overreact?
Ailesia, who had slurped down the rest of her milk tea, smiled brightly.
“Then shall we continue practicing dancing?”
“Ehhh?”
“Why are you answering like that? Don’t tell me you’re planning to end it here?”
“Th-that’s not it.”
“Termion is one thing, but shouldn’t we protect Kalior’s feet?”
“…Fine, I’ll do it. Ugh.”
Elenora, who was half-crying again, reluctantly got up from her seat.
“Hang in there, Grand Duchess.”
“Surely it’ll end before you fail twenty times.”
“Your friends are cheering you on like this.”
“Is that really cheering?”
It was her own fault for bringing up dancing at the Imperial Palace banquet in the first place, so who could she blame?
Elenora took Ailesia’s hand with a sullen expression.
The first day of the Imperial Palace New Year banquet had finally begun.
Ailesia had been waging a literal war since morning.
‘Ah, I’m doing this again.’
It was better when she was active alone in the Northern Continent. Back then, she could just solve everything roughly with magic.
That aura presence of the maids, which even knights would yield to, couldn’t be just her imagination.
In and out of the bathtub three times. Applying various things to her body then wiping them off, her hair being tied up and let down at will – it was complete chaos.
After spending several hours half-dazed, her reflection in the mirror was literally glossy and sparkling with luster.
Lady Herman’s gaze, watching with a pleased smile throughout, was a bonus.
“Excuse me.”
“…Please take care of me.”
Madam Merisa, who had been waiting two hours before the luxury aesthetic course ended, clenched her fist and stepped forward.
Merisa had brought an ultra-luxurious dress made of elven silk as if to show off. Even Ailesia, who had entrusted it to her half-experimentally, was impressed enough to stick out her tongue.
“Is there anywhere uncomfortable?”
“I like it very much.”
As expected of the Imperial Capital’s top designer. The dress Merisa designed was amazing enough to make you gasp involuntarily.
The shoulders and arms were all done in sheer fabric for an alluring exposure, while the part from the torso to the ankles applied the mermaid line of the dress Ailesia had shown her to create an elegant feeling.
Especially the fully exposed back was radical itself. Here, thin silk strings and mithril threads were crossed to add luxury.
Considering the dress designs of this world, it was clothing that seemed to be hundreds of years ahead of its time.
“I’m confident that no one at today’s banquet will stand out more than Teacher.”
“Ugh, that’s a bit burdensome.”
“Burdensome? What do you mean?”
When Ailesia showed signs of reluctance inwardly, Lady Herman, who had been watching, quickly interjected.
“While we’re at it, you should firmly suppress the spirits of the other ladies. So they won’t even dare approach His Highness the Grand Duke with impudent intentions.”
“…Is it that serious?”
“Don’t even get me started.”
Lady Herman let out a deep sigh as if the mere thought gave her a headache.
“The marriage proposal letters used as kindling alone will exceed several hundred.”
“There were many marriage proposal letters even before Elly went to recuperate, weren’t there?”
“Back then, there was still some semblance of procedure and formality…”
“There was quite a commotion a few years ago.”
Merisa, who was selecting accessories to match the dress, casually added her comment as if she knew something about it.
“Five years ago, rumors about His Highness the Grand Duke’s preferences spread, causing dresses of a particular design to sell out completely. And wasn’t it the victory banquet two years ago? Back then, noble young ladies even grabbed each other’s hair fighting over who would dance with His Highness first.”
“My goodness.”
Our Termion was quite the heartthrob, wasn’t he? It didn’t seem this extreme in the original work.
Though Termion was approaching thirty, he had no flaws compared to other male nobles.
Ordinary noble men typically marry in their early twenties, and by their thirties, it’s not uncommon for scandals to emerge or for them to remarry after divorce.
But here was an unmarried man in his twenties without a single scandal, and not just any heir but already a Grand Duke.
On top of that, with his outstanding appearance and being an Aura Master, until the Crown Prince was decided, he was truly the Empire’s most eligible bachelor without question.
“It would be better if His Highness would at least get engaged, or at the very least, have some romance…”
Lady Herman glanced at Ailesia with a deliberately wistful expression, but the person receiving her gaze simply smiled brightly with an interested look.
“That’s right. Now that Elly is back, Termion should find someone good soon too.”
“Hoho… That’s exactly what I’m saying.”
“Um, Teacher.”
“Hm? What is it?”
“…It’s nothing.”
Merisa, who had exchanged glances with Lady Herman, quietly closed her mouth.
Even she, a complete outsider, could clearly sense the atmosphere. Was Ailesia really oblivious, or was she deliberately pretending not to notice?
‘When you visited last time, you two looked so well-matched together.’
Merisa suppressed her regretful feelings and laid out several accessories on the table.
“How about slightly flashy earrings? You don’t necessarily need a necklace, but if you want one, something as simple as possible would be best.”
“Please coordinate as you see fit. I’ll trust the expert’s eye.”
“Then shall we try wearing this set for now?”
Lady Herman, watching this scene, secretly clicked her tongue and spoke up.
“Teacher, I’ll go check on the Grand Duchess for a moment.”
“Yes, thank you for your hard work. See you later.”
As soon as she moved to the adjacent room, Lady Herman had to face a young girl whose eyes were sparkling brightly.
“Grandmother Ingrid!”
“Oh my, Grand Duchess. I told you to call me Head Maid.”
“Let’s just skip over that! I’m the Grand Duchess, so it’s my choice!”
Just as Lady Herman’s wrinkles were about to deepen further, Elenora asked in an excited voice.
“So how is it? Is Teacher pretty? Enough to make Uncle fall for her?”
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