It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 203

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 203

“That’s right. The actual size was over 10 meters wide alone.”

“Everyone stay in your seats. Termion, just in case, could you wrap the area around the sofa with aura? You can do that, right?”

“Won’t that be dangerous?”

“It shouldn’t be that bad. If my prediction is correct.”

“Be careful.”

Termion released his aura while remaining seated.

After a hemispherical translucent silver-white barrier enveloped the three people, Ailesia raised her finger and drew the paper’s pattern in midair.

Passsseut-

The moment a strange sound was heard, Ailesia felt as if the hair on the back of her head was standing on end.

‘I wonder if this is what it would feel like to fall from a towering cliff.’

Even she, who was utterly fearless, flinched at this level. What would have happened if this had been used on ordinary people?

It would be fortunate if they only screamed or fainted, but if things went wrong, they might even have a heart attack from shock.

“Ailesia, are you alright?”

“No problem. Everyone circulate your aura. Termion, could you remove the barrier?”

Knights with more combat experience than herself would surely assess this more accurately.

Knights who go into the field also need to learn how to detect magical energy. Baron Gavin should be able to research applications for this.

There was no physical danger, and she had reduced the magical power by about half, so the stimulation should be less than before.

“How is it?”

“I don’t feel anything particular.”

“Is it the same for the rest of you?”

“I do feel a strange sense of unease…”

“It’s like the feeling you get when you first visit an unfamiliar place.”

“Then I’ll gradually increase the magical power, so let me know if it becomes difficult.”

As Ailesia slowly strengthened the magic circle, the expressions of the three men who had been sitting calmly began to change.

And the moment the magical power increased to the level when Ailesia first drew the magic circle, Sigmund rose from his seat with a half-pale face, crouching awkwardly.

Baron Gavin clenched his fists and stiffened his body with a start, while Termion only twitched his eyebrows.

“You get the general feeling, right?”

When Ailesia waved her hand to dispel the magic circle, Sigmund, who sat back down, exhaled the breath he had been holding.

“Phew, it’s been a while since I felt that sensation.”

“Huh? You know this feeling?”

“I experienced it when I was at Dusk Talon. About two times, I think.”

“I remember reading about it in a report. Was it said to be an unknown location?”

“Yes, Chief Steward. I think it was some kind of research facility or laboratory. But to think this feeling could be recreated with ordinary magical power…”

Setting aside Sigmund who was wiping away cold sweat, what about the others?

Receiving Ailesia’s gaze, Termion tapped the table with his finger.

“Honestly, it was just so-so for me.”

“You didn’t feel anything special?”

“It’s similar to when magical beasts or assassins emit killing intent. It stimulates fear, you could say. What about you, Chief Steward?”

“I felt the same way. I got goosebumps on the back of my neck for a moment.”

“But Termion didn’t even move?”

“That’s because Your Highness has reached such a sublime level. You’re in a different dimension from this old man or Lord Montid, aren’t you?”

Well, magical beasts wouldn’t be much of a threat to Termion. It seemed the degree of sensation varied according to a person’s abilities.

‘…Even so, I was quite surprised too?’

As Ailesia tilted her head, Baron Gavin seemed to realize something and added an explanation.

“I think there’s probably a difference in experience as well.”

“Experience?”

“Hmm… To put it rather bluntly, it seems to vary depending on how much blood one has seen.”

“That could be it.”

Ailesia hadn’t killed much of anything while living in this world.

She had never committed murder, and at most had only dealt with a few troublesome magical beasts.

‘…Then what exactly has Termion been through?’

Apart from reaching the level of Aura Conjurer, what kind of carnage had he experienced?

Even Baron Gavin showed signs of being flustered, yet Termion himself didn’t change his expression at all.

“This actually works out well. With some modifications, it could be used for courage training for knights. Especially for agents tracking Dusk Talon, we absolutely must make them adapt to this.”

“Lord Dayford will be busy again.”

“And we need additional investigation into Parzan Street. I think it would be better to increase personnel.”

“Wouldn’t a small elite group be better? We’ve already stirred things up once, so we’ll only heighten their vigilance.”

“The danger level is quite high…”

Baron Gavin had the same thoughts as Termion, but conducting extensive inquiries would be safer to prevent variables. However, Termion offered a completely different opinion.

“I’ll go.”

“Pardon?”

“Your Highness will go personally?”

Baron Gavin and Sigmund’s faces clearly showed their bewilderment.

If Termion moved, it would be far more efficient than deploying dozens of knights. But if his movements were discovered by any chance, things would obviously escalate.

“What do you think, Ailesia?”

“I’m in favor. We should completely turn the place upside down this time.”

“There you have it.”

“Haha.”

A combination of the Empire’s strongest knight and an Arch Mage. This changes the story entirely.

“Still, if only you two go, you’ll be a bit short-handed. It’s quite a large area.”

“I’ll think about that part a bit more. It would be best to move with as few people as possible.”

“I’ll select suitable personnel in advance. When will you go?”

“Giving more time won’t help anything. If possible today, or we should set out by tomorrow night at the latest.”

“Understood.”

After the meeting concluded, Ailesia headed to Kiril’s research lab with Sigmund. Termion and Baron Gavin said they had separate matters to discuss regarding the territory.

“How’s your body lately?”

“I’m fine. Thanks to Retis’s mana cultivation method, I’ve reached the highest level of Expert.”

“That’s good.”

By the time they passed through the garden and reached the forest, quite noisy sounds began to be heard. Children’s voices and wolf howls were mixing together in a clamorous manner.

‘What are they doing now?’

In the open field in front of Kiril’s research lab, sparring was in full swing.

Kalior was facing both Elenora and Sheryl simultaneously, and surprisingly, it was Kalior who appeared relaxed.

“Your attacking force is weak.”

Clang!

Kalior precisely deflected the tip of the sword Elenora swung. He immediately lowered his stance and turned his body half a rotation.

“Be careful of obvious openings as they’re likely traps.”

“Agh!”

Thud!

Sheryl, who had crouched low and approached sliding, rolled on the ground ungracefully. Before she could even swing her dagger, Kalior had kicked her arm with the top of his foot.

“If only I could use magic…!”

“Then I’d use aura too, you know? Even as a High Mage, can you break through aura with the level of magic you cast without incantation?”

“You really! Why are you so strong!”

Unable to contain her frustration, Elenora finally plopped down on the spot, fuming. Kalior looked at her, then first approached Sheryl who was groaning while holding her ankle.

“Are you badly hurt?”

“Just twisted it slightly.”

“That move from earlier puts a lot of strain on your lower body. It might work for an ambush, but it’s not easy in a situation like this.”

“I thought I’d give it a try just in case, but it was hopeless.”

“It’s a technique I’ve been hit with quite a bit. Kiril, come help support her.”

“That idiot, honestly.”

Kiril, who had been leaning his back against Whitey’s embrace, muttered blankly. He approached Sheryl with an exasperated look and lowered his posture.

“Careful getting up. Which side is it?”

“The left.”

“Grab my wrist, not my hand. I’ll support your waist.”

While Kiril was taking care of Sheryl, Kalior knelt down on one knee in front of Elenora.

“You’re not angry, are you?”

“Angry? I’m frustrated, that’s why!”

“Hmm…”

It seemed like she was frustrated with herself. If he tried to comfort her carelessly, it would only irritate her more, so how should he put it.

“It’s okay.”

“What is?”

“Since I said I’d protect you, naturally I should be stronger.”

“When did you ever say that to me?”

“Well, I didn’t say it to you specifically.”

The problem is it was a promise I made with someone terrifyingly incomparable to you.

When Kalior extended his hand, Elenora immediately spread both arms wide.

“Hug me.”

“…Excuse me, Grand Duchess?”

“Ugh, I’m so frustrated my legs have no strength!”

“…”

“Maybe it’ll get better if someone hugs me tenderly?”

Even though she constantly clung to him at every opportunity, which should be tiresome, Elenora glaring at him with that sulky expression was consistently adorable.

Kalior eventually carefully embraced her shoulders and waist and lifted her up.

“Hehe.”

“…Are you that happy?”

“Totally, third best thing in the world.”

“…Third?”

Not even second, but third?

Just as Kalior was about to slightly frown, Elenora looked somewhere and waved her arm enthusiastically.

“Teacher!”

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