It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 187

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 187

While returning after receiving a water bottle and cup from the attendant, Termion simply walked in silence.

Unable to bear the uncomfortable silence, it was Kalior who spoke first.

“Grand Duke.”

“What.”

“Why aren’t you saying anything?”

Termion turned his head and stared intently for a few seconds. He opened his mouth with a coldly subdued voice.

“Let me ask you one thing.”

“Yes.”

“Do you still think of Elly as just a friend?”

“No.”

As soon as he answered, a sharp chill filled the surroundings, but Kalior didn’t avoid Termion’s gaze.

“You answer well.”

“…Wouldn’t it be stranger to say we’re friends at this point?”

“You’re exactly like your father.”

“In what way?”

Unable to let that comment pass, Kalior asked back with an indignant expression.

“The way you cause trouble and then act shameless about it.”

“I wouldn’t feel wronged if I had actually done something.”

Termion, who had completely stopped walking, let out a light sigh.

“…Let me change the question.”

Looking at Kalior often reminded him of his own childhood.

The way he belonged to the massive group called the Imperial Family yet remained isolated, and even his personality of being unable to express his inner emotions – it was all remarkably similar.

Of course, there were considerable differences from his own circumstances and surroundings back then, but the loneliness was no different.

“Do you plan to marry Elly?”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t tell me you’re planning to just casually date like children playing house? If so, you’ll die by my hands.”

To dismiss it as merely a joke, the man before him was truly someone who would follow through.

“…May I speak honestly?”

“Go ahead.”

“I haven’t really thought about it.”

Crash.

Several glass windows in the corridor shattered with a strange sound. It looked like packed snow scattering in all directions.

Kalior, hit by the cold wind coming through the now-empty window frames, gritted his teeth with firm resolve.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Because procedures like marriage aren’t what’s important.”

“Then?”

“I’d be satisfied just being able to stay by Elly’s side for life. In any relationship, in any form.”

Before he even finished speaking, the aura pressure that had been suffocating Kalior instantly disappeared.

For some reason, Termion looked at him with utterly pathetic eyes, but the corners of his mouth were subtly raised.

“That’s exactly the kind of answer someone your age would give. Full of youthful passion but without any real plan.”

“It’s better than spouting worthless nonsense.”

“Where did you learn to talk back so cheerfully?”

“Well, from my excellent Master, ack!”

Thud!

Kalior let out a short scream and covered his head with both hands. A snowball larger than his own head had struck his crown.

“You only shut up when you get hit.”

“…Seriously, isn’t this cheating? You’re not using magic or weapons?”

“Train harder and catch up.”

As if that were possible. Kalior looked up at Termion with deeply wronged eyes.

Having become an Aura Master before his twenties, he had every right to consider himself a genius.

Probably among the Imperial Family, those who achieved this much could be counted on one hand.

But while he had grown that much, that terrifying Grand Duke had simply transcended human limits.

“Do you plan to become Emperor?”

“I’m not particularly interested in power, but…”

Kalior brushed the snow off his clothes and tried to fix his hair before eventually giving up.

Rather than awkwardly hiding this mess, it seemed faster to think of a plausible excuse.

“I’d have to consider it if necessary.”

“Necessary?”

“If it’s a condition for staying by Elly’s side.”

“You talk about the imperial throne like it’s some object left somewhere.”

“Because it’s the most manageable option.”

“That’s not wrong.”

It seemed excessive for a joke about the Empire’s imperial throne, but Termion was right.

Among the problems Kalior had to solve, becoming crown prince had the easiest solution.

Of course, actually using that solution would be dangerous.

“Twenty years old.”

“Pardon?”

“Don’t even think about touching Elly before she turns twenty.”

“What about after that?”

“Try it once. If you want to say goodbye to a body part.”

“That’s too much.”

Still, Kalior was in a much better situation than himself.

Elenora shared childhood memories with Kalior, and had both intimacy and affection for him.

And it wasn’t one-sided feelings, but mutual care for each other.

Even if their expressions were clumsy and their pace different, their direction wouldn’t go astray.

This was also why Termion didn’t particularly scold Kalior.

Having experienced similar emotions at that age, blindly blocking and monitoring felt like doing something terrible to his past self.

“Let’s go. They’ll be waiting.”

“What about that?”

“…”

When Termion uncharacteristically flinched at the sight of the glass windows still letting in cold wind, Kalior just shrugged.

“I’ll keep quiet. It’s not like it’s coming out of my money anyway.”

“Smart disciple.”

“You say that, but why do you hate being called Master so much?”

“Be quiet.”

The atmosphere in the evening banquet hall had settled into a calm state.

With gentle music accompanying various foods and drinks, instead of the daytime’s liveliness, an elegant and refined atmosphere like a salon flowed.

‘That person must be… the Second Imperial Consort?’

Ailesia, who had returned alone, was temporarily separated from Termion.

Since so many people were looking for him, continuing to stay together would draw unnecessary attention.

She had also sent Elenora, who had insisted on clinging to her, to the terrace to catch up with Kalior.

Ailesia was also curious about Kalior’s past ten years, but it wasn’t particularly urgent.

For this reason, she had taken a seat at a corner table where she wouldn’t be easily noticed and was observing other people.

‘She has quite a modest image.’

Unlike the First Imperial Consort, who went beyond the peak of splendor to even feel somewhat venomous, the Second Imperial Consort was a woman with a gentle and pure feeling.

To put it nicely, she was refreshingly down-to-earth for an Imperial Consort, but to put it badly, her presence was just as faint.

At least thanks to the dress she wore and the tiara on her head, you could tell she wasn’t just an ordinary noble lady.

‘Well… Her name wasn’t even properly mentioned in the original work.’

Was it just her name that wasn’t properly mentioned? From what she remembered, the character probably had fewer than ten lines of dialogue in the entire work.

Anyway, the important one wasn’t the Second Imperial Consort but the boy standing next to her.

A pretty boy with navy blue hair and an impressive beauty mark under his left eye.

The Third Prince, Belorda.

He was three years younger than Kalior. In the original work, he had shown some interest in Elenora.

Though he wasn’t very aggressive about it, perhaps because of Kalior who was practically her acknowledged lover, or because of the First Prince who had openly caused trouble.

‘Come to think of it, Elly really was amazing. In the end, all three princes liked Elly, didn’t they?’

If the story had focused on that direction instead, it would have become a proper romantic comedy befitting a child-rearing story.

Then there wouldn’t have been that damn massacre ending either.

While continuing to watch the Third Prince with these various thoughts, she sensed someone approaching.

“Excuse me, Lady.”

When she turned her head, three fairly well-dressed men were standing side by side. The person who had spoken to her was the tallest among them.

“What is it?”

“I am Gail, the second son of the Count of Orleans.”

Young men and women mingling like this at banquets was a natural culture of noble society.

However, Ailesia had no intention of socializing with them. She was only waiting and watching because her counterpart had at least maintained polite courtesy.

“If it wouldn’t be rude, I’d like to have a conversation for a moment.”

“With me? Why?”

When she asked pretending not to know anything, she clearly saw the lips of the man who had identified himself as Gail twitch.

Normally, she should have given her name in return, but since there was no reaction even after hearing about a count’s family, he was probably getting annoyed.

‘This one’s gotten cocky too.’

He hadn’t come alone either, and since he’d brought friends along, she had suspected as much—and sure enough. It clearly didn’t look like he had approached with pure intentions.

Moreover, he had definitely arrived late to the banquet hall. If he had seen her together with Termion, he wouldn’t have approached so recklessly.

‘At least when greeting, he would have mentioned Retis and read the situation.’

She was getting annoyed when she already had so many things to worry about. Judging by their looks, they didn’t seem like they would back down quietly either.

“I’d like to be alone for a bit. Could you please leave?”

I’ll give you one last chance, so please just disappear nicely.

Ailesia quietly drew up her magical power along with a cold expression.

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