It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 185

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 185

A calm and heavy voice echoed in her ears.

She forced herself to lift her head, but somehow her vision remained blurry.

Still, she could clearly recognize that distinctive black hair and eyes.

Along with the sensation of strong arms touching her body.

“Termion….”

“Excuse me for a moment.”

She couldn’t understand what was happening. After a brief rustling sound passed by, Ailesia found herself back in his arms, covered with a large coat.

“You have a slight fever. Are you dizzy or nauseous?”

What touched her forehead was a smooth, lukewarm, and soft sensation.

She only realized it was Termion’s cheek after he pulled his face away.

“I’m dizzy…. My stomach feels a bit off too….”

Ailesia trailed off with a dazed look in her eyes, as if entranced by something.

Rather than nauseous, it felt like something was stabbing around her solar plexus. More precisely, it felt like something was pushing from inside to outside and getting stuck.

“We should go to the break room.”

Termion, who was about to take a step, paused for a moment.

At the end of his gaze stood Melbarik, half-dazed with his hand awkwardly raised.

“This is unfortunate. I didn’t want to meet like this.”

“…Melberik Windrake greets Your Highness the Grand Duke.”

When Melbarik, finally coming to his senses, hurriedly offered his greeting, Termion slowly nodded.

“Unfortunately, let’s save proper greetings for later. I’ll go ahead first.”

“Lady Milenov is.”

Melbarik reflexively stepped forward but couldn’t go any further. He could only look at Ailesia’s complexion with cautious eyes.

“Is she… alright?”

“I wonder.”

It was an answer that could sound coldly indifferent, but Termion had no other intention or emotion. He too knew nothing proper about this situation.

“Melbarik.”

A weak voice flowed from Ailesia’s lips. Still, she tried to show a faint smile.

“I’ll stop by… the Magic Tower soon, so then.”

“…I understand. Please take care of your health.”

“Thank you.”

Just barely a step away. A distance that could be reached by extending a hand.

To Melbarik, that gap felt as vast as a thousand-foot cliff.

“Take care, Your Highness the Grand Duke.”

“Then, farewell.”

What would change even if he forced himself to follow? The person she allowed by her side wasn’t him.

Melbarik could only stand there blankly and watch as Ailesia disappeared in Termion’s arms.

The image of Ailesia leaning against Termion’s shoulder with her eyes closed was vividly etched on Melbarik’s retina.

Termion circled around the garden toward the side door of the banquet hall. It was to avoid others’ gazes as much as possible.

“How did… you know to come?”

Looking down slightly, Ailesia still had her eyes closed. Though her voice lacked strength, her pronunciation was clear.

“Elly told me.”

“Elly…?”

“She asked me to watch nearby just in case. She said the sun would set soon.”

“That girl is really… such a worrywart.”

“In the end, Elly was right, wasn’t she.”

Though it wasn’t particularly an accusatory tone, Ailesia, feeling guilty on her own, began making excuses.

“I wasn’t trying to hide it on purpose…. It’s just today that’s particularly bad.”

“What was it like usually?”

“Sometimes I get a bit dizzy…. But it was rarely severe enough to collapse like this.”

“When you say rarely, you mean it has happened?”

“About once a month…? On days when the moon doesn’t rise.”

What connection could the moon have with her physical condition? At first hearing, it sounded like something from a fairy tale.

“You can put me down now. The dizziness has passed, so I’ll walk on my own.”

“….”

Before he knew it, Ailesia was looking up at Termion with her eyes open.

He silently met her gaze. Then he answered by slightly tightening his arms around her shoulders and legs.

“…You stubborn fool.”

“Do you know?”

“Know what.”

“That your forehead touching my shoulder right now is burning hot?”

“Isn’t that just your imagination?”

She asked jokingly on purpose, but Termion’s voice was only serious.

“Your ears and cheeks are red too. It seems the fever is still there.”

“…That’s strange.”

“You definitely said your stomach felt off earlier. Are these symptoms new?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Now that she thought about it, something was strange. Though this had been a daily routine for several years, this kind of situation was indeed a first, as Termion said.

“Termion.”

“Yes.”

“How does my hair color look right now?”

“Beautiful.”

“…Not that.”

“The color has clearly faded compared to daytime. The luster is subtly different too. Like the difference between sunlight and moonlight.”

Then the magical power loss process was complete. But what was that heavy feeling she felt earlier, and what about the heat still remaining in her body?

“Are there any other people around?”

“I don’t sense any human presence within a 10-meter radius.”

“Then…, walk a little slowly.”

With those words, Ailesia closed her eyes and began to observe the inside of her body.

The flow of magical power was normal, and there seemed to be no particular problems with her mana core.

The only exception was the special mana core near her solar plexus where the demonic energy was sealed.

‘Come to think of it…. The location where I felt pain earlier was also the solar plexus?’

Sure enough, the demonic energy that should have been quiet inside the mana core was moving slowly.

Though the speed was gradually decreasing, it felt like it was faintly repeating expansion and contraction in only one direction, like holding and releasing a rubber band.

‘Wait, this is the Imperial Palace.’

The fact that the demonic energy was moving at this timing meant that something capable of stimulating demonic energy definitely existed somewhere here.

Perhaps the person who originally created or uses this demonic energy might be present.

“…Ha.”

“Ailesia?”

After letting out a low sigh, she felt completely drained. Ailesia leaned her face weakly against Termion’s shoulder.

“For now… can you take me anywhere? It’s awkward to keep staying like this here.”

“If we turn that corner, there should be a break room.”

Though he didn’t know what the situation was, Ailesia’s slightly furrowed expression didn’t sit well with him.

Termion hurried his steps as much as possible while being careful not to shake her body.

“The banquet is no ordinary affair either.”

In reality, all she had done were just three things.

Greeting the Emperor, two dances, and conversations with the nobles.

The first two were fine, but after chattering frantically with various people for several hours, her energy had been completely drained.

“Is it difficult since this is your first time formally attending such a place?”

“It’s more like…”

To Kalior’s rather affectionate question, Elenora trailed off with an indifferent voice.

It wasn’t a matter of being familiar or not.

It was more because she had to force herself to smile and mingle with people who didn’t seem helpful and whom she had even less desire to befriend.

Since they cleverly hid intentions and purposes in every single word, she had no choice but to keep her nerves on edge, worried she might make a mistake.

“I thought I wasn’t lacking in social skills?”

“You have more than enough.”

“No, I was completely mistaken. Life is definitely best lived alone.”

He had offered praise to comfort the somewhat exhausted Elenora, but what came back was cynical self-reflection.

Kalior asked back with a deliberately sulky expression.

“Should I go somewhere else too?”

“Why all of a sudden?”

“You said you prefer being alone.”

“Wow, look at this guy.”

As if asking what kind of nonsense that was, Elenora glared fiercely and stopped walking.

“You’re already mine, so you’re an exception!”

“…Huh?”

“What kind of prince is so petty? Getting sulky over nothing, tsk.”

With Elenora even placing her hand on her hip and snapping at him, Kalior could only blink without being able to retort.

“An exception? Me?”

“Did you think you’d be the same as everyone else?”

At that moment, Kalior whispered to Elenora in a low voice.

“I’m already yours?”

“…No, I mean, that’s just how I put it.”

Why, why are you getting so close? The flustered Elenora gulped.

Kalior’s face had come right up to her nose. It was truly a distance where they could feel each other’s breath.

Without realizing it, she had been slowly backing away, and when she came to her senses, her back was against the wall.

“Say it again.”

“What, what?”

“That I’m already yours.”

Thud.

Kalior’s palm, as he smiled gently with his eyes, pressed against the wall above Elenora’s head.

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