It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 208

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 208

“Wow… What exactly is this place for?”

Kiril, visiting the black market for the first time, couldn’t help but marvel as he continuously looked around.

At first glance, it didn’t seem much different from an ordinary market, but the items displayed on the stalls were all filled with nothing but extraordinary things.

“This is the black market. It’s a place where all sorts of items that can’t be obtained through normal routes circulate.”

“Is there a reason why they gather to trade like this?”

“There are various reasons… but I can name two major ones.”

Sigmund moved close to Kiril’s side and lowered his voice considerably.

“First is tax evasion. All the items here are high-priced goods, so if they’re traded publicly, the additional taxes would be enormous.”

“What about the second?”

“Actually, this is the core issue… There’s a very high possibility that the process of obtaining the items itself is illegal.”

“…You mean stolen goods.”

“Stolen goods would actually be on the mild side.”

Termion, who had been listening to the father and son’s conversation, approached and pointed somewhere with his finger.

“For example, those weapons over there.”

In the direction he pointed, neatly maintained swords and armor were piled up in large quantities.

“They look ordinary though?”

“They’re military supplies stolen from the eastern border region.”

“…Excuse me?”

Kiril, who had unconsciously raised his voice, hurriedly covered his mouth. Seeing this, Ailesia chuckled and reassured him.

“It’s fine. I’ve already blocked our conversation sounds.”

“Phew… Thank you.”

While Kiril caught his breath, Termion’s words continued.

“If they traded that much in large quantities, not just one or two pieces, it would cause an uproar. It’s officially government-funded property.”

“Wouldn’t they get in huge trouble?”

“Embezzling military supplies carries a maximum penalty of death.”

When Termion raised his hand and made a slicing gesture near his neck, Kiril swallowed hard with a pale expression.

“The east… Isn’t that the border area with the Melantia Kingdom?”

“Duke Zhubiloff is the border lord.”

Along with Count Marcos, he was one of the Empire’s proud Aura Blasters.

If Count Marcos was called the Empire’s spear, then Duke Zhubiloff was called the Empire’s shield.

“I heard he’s an honest and upright person.”

“Just because the water upstream is clear doesn’t guarantee the water downstream is clear too.”

“Indeed, there’s no place like Retis.”

While Termion and Kiril were chatting, Ailesia quietly created some distance and walked alongside Sigmund.

“Count Montid.”

“Do you have any orders for me?”

“…You don’t need to be that extremely formal.”

This man has his rigid side too. When Ailesia showed a displeased expression, Sigmund let out a small laugh.

“Haha, understood. So what are you curious about?”

“Are Termion and Kiril originally that close?”

From behind, they looked exactly like an older and younger brother. Thanks to the disguise magic making their hair colors similar, they even looked somewhat alike.

“His Highness the Grand Duke is quite welcoming. I heard he even helped with studies whenever he had time.”

“Studies?”

“When he said he wanted to become the Grand Duchess’s aide, His Highness bestowed excessive grace upon him.”

“The siblings will both dedicate their lives to Retis.”

“Just their lives? They should remain loyal until their lineage ends.”

Having talented people gather was a good thing. By the time Elenora becomes Grand Duke, the people currently working would also need to gradually retire from the front lines.

“Is there anything uncomfortable or disappointing about work?”

“It would be a lie to say there’s nothing at all, but…”

Sigmund’s eyes and lips curved gently. It was because he saw Termion lightly patting Kiril’s shoulder as they walked ahead.

“I only have sincere gratitude toward both Teacher and His Highness the Grand Duke.”

“That’s fortunate then.”

Even while conversing with Sigmund, Ailesia was thoroughly searching the surrounding auras.

The bracelet she had removed in the carriage had long been put into subspace. She planned to visit Melbarik later to have it analyzed.

‘There’s nothing here either.’

She had scanned all the visible items, but no traces of demonic energy were found. The same went for the people walking around.

“Ailesia.”

“Hm?”

The two people ahead had stopped walking and were waiting for her.

Termion pointed with his chin toward the large building visible at the end of the street and asked.

“Are you going to the auction house?”

“Well…? I haven’t really thought about it.”

Items with dark magic might appear at auction, but even winning them wouldn’t seem very meaningful.

The pajamas she had purchased before only led to identifying what kind of curse was placed on them.

“The auction items themselves aren’t important, but we need to know who put them up for auction. At least to understand the distribution channels.”

“That’s why I asked.”

“Do you have a method?”

“With your cooperation, it’s not entirely impossible. Kiril invented an interesting item.”

“An interesting item?”

“It’s a liquid he accidentally created while experimenting… It has very unique properties.”

Kiril took out a small medicine bottle from his chest.

“It has no color or smell, and it doesn’t come off even when wiped or washed. But surprisingly, it absorbs a little mana.”

“It absorbs mana?”

“Yes. It lasts about a month?”

After Kiril’s explanation ended, Termion shared the plan he had in mind.

“Ailesia, what if you put your mana into this?”

“…Then, we coat the auction house items with this?”

“Not all items will leave the Imperial Capital in just a day or two. Would tracking be possible?”

“How do you plan to coat them?”

“Well, naturally…”

When Termion looked at Sigmund, he shrugged his shoulders and spoke.

“Where would you like to start robbing, Your Highness the Grand Duke?”

About an hour and a half of wandering around Parzan Street. Elenora’s expression clearly showed signs of fatigue.

It wasn’t physical exhaustion. She had enough stamina to run around this street all night without problems.

“That’s already three places with nothing.”

Despite focusing on the largest buildings possible, she hadn’t seen even a shadow of a person, let alone the food supplies supposedly bought from the general store.

Unlike the bustling commercial district that remained crowded despite the cold, this place was just quiet. All that was visible were a few magic lights scattered along the roadside.

“This seems like a residential area.”

“Are there residential zones on Parzan Street too?”

“Since people live here, there must be. Where else would all those tavern and shop workers eat and sleep?”

“There are surprisingly many mercenaries who’ve started families. It’s convenient for such people to live together.”

“Then there’s no point searching here?”

“That’s likely the case.”

This would be a complete waste then. Elenora frowned and absentmindedly kicked at the ground with her foot, when someone’s voice came from behind.

“Hey, you there.”

Turning her head, she saw three burly men standing at the entrance of an alley about 10 meters away.

It was a moonless night, and there weren’t even streetlights nearby, making it impossible to see their faces clearly.

“You’ve been wandering around this area for over an hour now. What kind of people are you?”

“And who might you be?”

Hearing the sharp retort, the other party answered in a heavy voice.

“We’re the vigilante group in charge of this district.”

“Vigilante group?”

There’s such a thing? As Elenora tilted her head in confusion, Rebecca bent down and whispered quietly.

“It’s a self-organized group on Parzan Street formed by retired mercenaries. They handle security duties like the territory’s soldiers.”

“…In other words, we’ve been marked?”

Well, four people who clearly don’t look like residents continuously loitering around would seem suspicious.

While she pondered how to respond, the man who had spoken took a couple of steps forward and opened his mouth.

“If you’re lost, we could guide you to wherever you want to go.”

“And if we’re not lost?”

“Then we’ll have no choice but to forcibly ask what your intentions are for loitering here.”

“Would that be possible?”

Elenora let out a somewhat incredulous snort.

Their side had two swordsmen approaching the edge of the Aura Master level, plus one Expert-class fighter and even a High Mage. It was enough force to defeat those three even if they were all Aura Masters.

“…It wouldn’t be responsible to abandon them just because it’s reckless.”

The man who muttered heavily moved his hand to his sword hilt. The two behind him who had remained silent did the same.

Then, Kalior raised one arm and stepped forward.

“We have no intention of fighting you. But we have something we need to find here.”

“What is it? No, I suppose I can’t expect an answer anyway.”

“Since no compromise will be reached by just pushing our own positions, let’s each make one concession.”

“Kal?”

Hearing Elenora’s voice, Kalior turned around and sent her a meaningful look.

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