It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 202

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 202

Elenora crossed the reception room with bouncing steps. Then she threw herself at Kalior, who had risen from the sofa.

“Kyaa, how rough.”

Whether Sheryl, who was watching, sparkled her eyes or not, Elenora simply hugged Kalior and had no intention of letting go.

“Um, Elly?”

“What?”

“Other people are watching.”

“What does it matter? I’m marking my territory on what’s mine.”

“…Even if you don’t care, I do.”

Can’t you feel that killing intent rising from the entrance of the reception room?

Kalior broke out in a cold sweat while awkwardly placing his hand on Elenora’s shoulder.

Termion was leaning diagonally against the door, smiling brightly.

More precisely, with his arms crossed and only one corner of his mouth raised.

“Have you been well, Grand Duke?”

“Thanks to someone, I’ve been so peaceful I could go crazy.”

“…That wasn’t my intention.”

“Oh? So you’re toying around without any feelings?”

Crack.

The sound of bones grinding as he clenched his fist rang ominously in their ears. It seemed like no matter what answer he gave, he wouldn’t escape unscathed.

“Uncle! Speak nicely!”

“Then should I just watch as some brat harasses my one and only heir from morning?”

“That’s not it!”

Elenora, who had separated from Kalior’s embrace, boldly blocked the front and shouted confidently.

“I was the one doing the harassing!”

Silence fell over the reception room for a moment.

Termion pressed his forehead with eyes that had grown coldly displeased.

“…Kalior.”

“Yes, Grand Duke.”

“Can you handle it?”

“…”

“You still have a few years left, so think it over carefully. Once you stamp the seal later, I won’t let you back out.”

“…I’ll try my best.”

“You! Why is your answer like that!”

Elenora, who had shown a momentarily flustered expression, now shouted loudly at Kalior. She looked as if she had been betrayed by a trusted ally.

“First, calm down and sit.”

“You should go all out there! Like ‘I’ll defeat you and take the Grand Duchess away,’ don’t you know that kind of thing?”

“I don’t particularly have any thoughts of defeating him.”

Rather than fighting and beating Termion, preparing a rebellion from now would be realistically much more likely to succeed.

Becoming emperor would be a hundred times easier than surpassing that monster-like teacher.

“What kind of man has so little backbone? Is Uncle that scary?”

“It’s not the Grand Duke, you’re scarier.”

Though he only acted gruff on the outside, Termion was surprisingly rational and easy to communicate with.

Even if not quite like a father, he took care of him like an older brother.

But this immature young girl was completely unpredictable.

He felt the same joy at seeing her. Still, wasn’t charging with a body tackle right upon meeting a bit too much?

The day before yesterday was literally a reunion after 10 years, so it was understandable, but seeing her do this from morning, should he say she’s consistent?

“A lovely and cute young girl like me is scary?”

“…You actually said that with your own mouth.”

When Kalior, already half-fed up, muttered in an exasperated voice, Elenora replied in a quite serious tone.

“But it’s true, isn’t it?”

“Who says such ridiculous things?”

“Teacher!”

Kalior turned his gaze with creaking movements, but Ailesia was already standing in front of the reception room door.

“Well then, have fun playing among friends. The adults will say goodbye now.”

“Huh? Teacher, where are you going?”

“To work, work.”

“Huh? What work does Teacher do? You’re a freeloader who just plays around except for the time you teach me.”

This cheeky disciple is unnecessarily realistic. Ailesia, who glared prettily, said to Sheryl.

“I called Whitey and Blanky near Kiril’s Research Lab, okay? Could you prepare some snacks when you go later?”

“Ah, yes! Should I make them according to that recipe you taught me last time?”

“I’ll tell the kitchen in advance before I go, so please take care of it.”

“Leave it to me!”

Ailesia, who waved her hand back and forth, grabbed one of Termion’s arms and headed outside. Even in the midst of this, Termion didn’t forget his reminder to Elenora.

“Play wholesomely and quietly, please.”

“Go on a date with Teacher! You nag!”

“I’m already doing well with that…”

“What are you saying! In front of the kids!”

Snap!

Startled Ailesia suddenly flicked her finger, and flash! a bright light occurred.

Elenora, who was blankly staring at the now empty doorway, soon covered her flushed cheeks with her hands.

“That’s… adults’ romance?”

“…Sheryl, one more cup of tea for me.”

“As much as you’d like.”

Trickle.

Sheryl’s action of tilting the kettle was nothing but graceful.

“That’s unfortunate.”

“What is?”

“Aren’t office dates getting boring by now?”

“…It’s not a date.”

At Ailesia’s answer, pronounced stiffly through gritted teeth, Termion burst into low chuckles.

“Why exactly has your personality gotten so bad?”

“I learned it from watching someone.”

When you respond like that, there’s nothing to say. Ailesia sat down on the sofa with a deflated expression.

“Shall I serve you a cup of tea?”

“I drank some earlier. What’s this thing you wanted to talk about?”

“Please wait a moment. There’s still someone left to come.”

Termion prepared tea on the table with skillful hand movements. An empty teacup was also placed in front of Ailesia.

“I said I won’t drink it.”

“You might get thirsty while talking.”

Is some serious conversation about to happen? While waiting silently for a moment, a knock was heard.

“Come in.”

“Excuse me. Oh my, Teacher was here too?”

The person who appeared with a cheerful greeting was Baron Gavin. And beside him was a middle-aged man with an obviously nervous expression.

“Have you been well, Chief Steward? It’s been a while, Sigmund.”

As soon as the words fell, Sigmund knelt on one knee on the floor and bowed his head.

“It’s been… a long time.”

“G-get up! What kind of greeting is that!”

Why is this man acting like this again? She hadn’t expected him to suddenly kneel before her like that, not even Termion.

“Such courtesy is only natural toward my master.”

“…Haah.”

There’s a limit to being so rigid. Ailesia looked at Termion with an exasperated expression, but he too shook his head as if there was nothing to be done.

“Everyone sit down. Unfortunately, we’ll have to postpone our reunion and handle urgent matters first.”

“That’s right. Sigmund, please get up already.”

“Please speak to me casually. There’s no need to add honorifics.”

“If I’m the master, can’t I do as I please?”

“But….”

“It’s an order. Sit comfortably on the sofa.”

“Yes.”

Sigmund immediately stood up and sat down on the sofa. Still glancing around nervously, Ailesia added a few more instructions.

“When you address me, call me Teacher. I’ll call you Sir Montid from now on. And don’t worry about whether I speak formally or informally.”

“…I’m not a knight, though.”

“Oh my, still talking back to your master?”

“I’ll follow your orders.”

“We’ll discuss the rest slowly later.”

That settled the ground rules. As Ailesia unconsciously let out a sigh, Termion, who had been smiling the whole time, poured her some tea.

“What?”

“I told you. You’d be thirsty.”

What a ghost, really a ghost. Ailesia glared at him with innocent eyes as she picked up her teacup.

“So, what are the investigation results?”

“We barely caught a tail. But….”

Baron Gavin paused, glanced at Ailesia drinking her tea, then continued.

“It seems we’ll need to visit Parzan Street again.”

It was a place name she hadn’t heard in a while. Ailesia set down her teacup and looked at Baron Gavin.

“What’s there?”

“I’ll explain that part.”

Sigmund took out a neatly folded piece of paper from his chest and unfolded it. At first glance, it appeared to have some kind of complex pattern drawn on it.

“While tracking Dusk Talon, we raided their gathering place and found this clue.”

“A gathering? Do they bring people together for education or something?”

“Rather than education, it’s more like some kind of ritual. Dozens of people would stand on the floor where this pattern was drawn and listen to sermons. But there were quite a few mercenaries mixed in among them.”

“You said it was similar to a religious group, and now it’s getting serious.”

Ailesia examined the paper placed on the table closely.

There was no way they’d draw a simple mark this elaborately. Perhaps it had direct connections to dark magic.

“Wait, this….”

It seemed like more than just a direct connection. This complex combination of lines was definitely something you’d see in magic circles.

Furrowing her brow, she drew up her magical power slightly and stood up.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just a moment. There’s something I want to test.”

Ailesia held out her hand to stop Termion, then immediately asked Sigmund.

“Sir Montid, is this pattern copied exactly as it was from the floor?”

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