It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 182

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 182

“Men are so unfair.”

After hugging Kalior tightly for a while before pulling away, Elenora’s first words were a sulky complaint.

“We spent the same amount of time, so why do you grow up so quickly? I never skipped meals and ate three proper meals every day.”

“…Well. I’m curious about that too.”

Kalior, who had become the target of that complaint, glanced somewhere with a displeased expression.

“Who would have known someone else would grow up too.”

“Hmph, are you jealous of Uncle?”

“Jealous? I’m taller than the Grand Duke from 10 years ago.”

“How proud of you.”

“I am proud.”

Kalior replied indifferently and bent down slightly to meet Elenora’s eyes.

“Now even if you come running at me, I won’t stagger.”

“What, you remember such petty things?”

“It’s not petty.”

Thump.

Just like in those old childhood days, Kalior smiled brightly and lightly tapped his chest with his fist.

“Now I’m stronger than you, so you can come running at me without worry.”

“…That’s unfair.”

“Suddenly? Why?”

“I don’t know.”

Elenora turned her head away with a sulky voice, her face tinged slightly redder than before.

‘What is this, really. Bad for my heart.’

The Kalior she met again had grown up surprisingly wonderfully. Even more than the appearance she had always longed for and imagined.

Unlike Sheryl and Kiril who burst into tears upon seeing her, his calm reaction as if they had met just yesterday was also mature.

Really, she felt like she might fall for him right here and there.

“Are you sulking?”

…That personality of breaking the mood without any awareness was still the same.

“I’m not.”

She replied sharply out of spite, but the response that came back was beyond Elenora’s expectations.

“Then you should look over there. The two people you love most in the world have come out.”

“Uncle and Teacher?”

What, where did those two disappear to? Don’t tell me they went dancing? Without even telling me?

Just as the startled Elenora leaned forward hurriedly and staggered, Kalior naturally caught her shoulder.

Then he finally greeted Iolene, who had been unable to hide her displeased expression.

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

“…You’ve grown beyond recognition, Your Highness the Prince.”

“Someone helped me a lot.”

“You don’t need to give that kind of help to my granddaughter.”

“Should I not?”

“Huh?”

Kalior quickly stepped away from Elenora and raised both hands.

His brazen behavior made not only Iolene but also other nobles nearby burst into light chuckles.

“Why are you being so cold just for that?”

“Be quiet, you rascal. Where does a grown young lady go around hugging strange men?”

“We’re friends, so what’s wrong with it!”

“You need to study etiquette more, tsk tsk. Your Highness the Prince shouldn’t spoil this child too much either. It will make her habits worse.”

“Well, that’s true.”

Kalior shrugged his shoulders and swept the banquet hall where music had begun to flow with his eyes.

“Won’t the expert handle the education?”

Though they didn’t occupy the central position like before, Termion and Ailesia were monopolizing everyone’s attention.

Unlike Elenora, whose movements were appropriately lively yet quite modest for her age, Ailesia’s dance with her dress hem fluttering was truly art itself.

Her legs extending refreshingly to match her tall height, the movement of her arms and shoulders without a single deviation from the rhythm of the musical piece, and even the bold yet splendid turns where she entrusted her body to Termion’s frame.

It was a perfect figure that mesmerized not only the young nobles but even the renowned noble ladies of high society.

Moreover, throughout the dance, Termion’s eyes remained fixed on Ailesia’s face as if nailed there. That sight aroused strange admiration and excitement in those watching.

“Hooo…”

“His Highness the Grand Duke, hehe.”

“It’s youth.”

Those with experience roughly recognized the hidden side beneath his calm expression.

It was a deeper and purer emotion that couldn’t be expressed with simple words like fondness or love.

Iolene, who had watched the entire process from the beginning, understood the current situation exactly.

‘…He used to just frown and go around with a stern face, but he’s really chosen his moment well.’

How could she not know that pitiful heart that he couldn’t reveal anywhere and had to bear alone?

For the past 10 years, Termion had never mentioned Ailesia in front of anyone except Iolene.

It was because of his obsession that even speaking of his personal feelings when his niece’s life and death were uncertain would be sinful and shameful.

In fact, even if Termion missed Ailesia, no one would have criticized him for putting Elenora aside.

Yet this foolish man had placed all responsibility and burden solely on his own shoulders.

The accident that happened to Elenora, and the sacrifice that Ailesia had endured to handle that accident, all because he was inadequate.

‘Yes, from now on be greedy like that.’

Whether it was money, honor, people, or anything else.

It was time for him to enjoy life as he wanted. Not as Grand Duke Retis, but simply as one person named Termion.

“Waaaah!”

“Bravo!”

The performance ended.

At the sight of Ailesia gracefully arching her back and Termion supporting her body while bowing his head, the nobles spared no hot cheers and applause like an audience who had seen a wonderful performance.

What story was being exchanged between their clearly meeting gazes was something only Ailesia and Termion would know.

“Whew.”

Ailesia, holding a glistening wine glass, leaned against the terrace railing and enjoyed the refreshing air.

A cold wind blew sharply as if it were still winter, but this much was nothing.

After dancing excitedly for the first time in a while, her heated body showed no signs of cooling down.

‘Still, it was fun.’

She didn’t know that particular musical piece would come up. It wasn’t an elegant waltz but a piece similar to tango with quite a fast tempo.

Surprisingly, Termion followed her lead splendidly without even showing signs of panic. From the middle onward, she even felt like he was leading the movements.

Whether he had practiced dancing separately or it was because of his naturally good reflexes, she didn’t know.

As she briefly reviewed the movements, her body cooled down appropriately and her thoughts naturally shifted elsewhere.

‘…That expression wasn’t acting.’

Does first love originally last this long?

They say when bodies grow distant, hearts grow distant too. After being apart for a whole 10 years, it should have gone nicely into a drawer as a memory of the past.

If he shows such a face and speaks with such a voice saying such things, how can a person not be enchanted?

At that point, it’s beyond cheating and almost like a natural disaster.

‘It’s not that I dislike it…’

Fan feelings are also part of affection, so how could she dislike it? She was also secretly proud of the feeling that only she was receiving special treatment.

But to feel Termion as a man, how should she put it.

Just an acquaintance? Junior? Friend? Colleague?

Anyway, she couldn’t help but be flustered when someone she regarded at just that level came at her like that.

Calling him boy, boy and teasing him was a long time ago. He actually had youthful and cute aspects befitting his age.

But 28-year-old Termion was a perfect adult no matter how you looked at it.

He had even become handsome enough to make you turn around for a second look if you passed him on the street as complete strangers.

“I don’t know either….”

Human emotions don’t work the way you want them to, so what’s the point of worrying about it.

If she just continued like this, things would work out somehow.

For now, Ailesia’s conclusion was that she didn’t need to take the initiative.

That was because, in the end, she hadn’t felt anything special enough to think ‘it has to be this man.’

…Not yet, anyway.

“Ugh.”

But why was she feeling frustrated? Just as she irritably drained her wine glass in one gulp, a rather cheeky voice came from behind her.

“Teeeacher?”

“Did our pretty Little One come?”

“Huh?”

When feeling troubled, Elenora therapy was the best. As she turned around and pulled Elenora into a hug, she noticed Kalior standing awkwardly a couple steps behind.

“That…. It’s been a while.”

“Oh my, our prince. I was too flustered earlier to even greet you properly? Have you been well?”

“Yes, well.”

While Kalior gave an awkward response, Elenora trapped in Ailesia’s arms began to struggle.

“Let me go, Teacher! Waaah! I can’t breathe!”

“No way. As punishment for being cheeky earlier, you’re staying quietly in my arms for 10 minutes.”

“That’s mean! Teacher was hugging Uncle all lovey-dovey too!”

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