It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 69

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 069

Whoosh—

A gentle breeze happened to blow between the two, softly brushing past them.

Against the backdrop of the sky where the sunset was beginning to settle, the handsome man’s smile with his hair fluttering in the wind resembled a painting.

If only nonsensical words hadn’t come spilling out of his mouth.

‘What’s this? This playboy attribute wasn’t in the original setting.’

I never expected to confirm the saying that geniuses are eccentric in this way. At this point, it seems beyond eccentric and more like bizarre.

Even so, proposing on first meeting—isn’t that crossing the line too much?

“Do you know who I am to say such things so carelessly?”

“I know that saying such things is tremendously rude. If it sounded unpleasant, I apologize.”

“If you know it’s rude, why did you say it anyway?”

“There’s only one thing I can be certain of. The fact that Lady Millenov is a mage with tremendous skill.”

“…Based on what?”

Melbarik’s eyes slowly moved downward.

At first glance, it seemed like he was interested in her appearance, but what he was actually examining was the silver embroidery on Ailesia’s dress.

“Noble young ladies often order special clothing. Such banquet dresses usually have pollution prevention or durability enhancement magic. But…”

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then continued with a somewhat bewildered expression.

“Not only the highest-grade defense magic that would be put on knights’ armor, but also mana blocking magic. I’ve never seen anything like this in my life.”

“…You have quite a good eye.”

“I am one of the Upper Mages representing the Empire, you know. Though I still have a long way to go compared to the other two.”

The higher their level becomes, the more skillfully mages can conceal their magical power. In fact, the period when they exude the most mage-like atmosphere is around the 4th to 5th rank.

A High Mage who has reached the 7th rank gives off the atmosphere of a novice mage who has just started, and beyond that, an Upper Mage can hide their presence to the point of looking like an ordinary person.

However, it’s not easy to deceive the eyes of someone who has reached the same level.

“I’d love to meet whoever made that dress, but that’s not what’s important. The fact that your level is high enough to need such clothing to conceal it. That’s why I risked being rude.”

“Do you have some fantasy about people in the same profession? Surely your ideal type isn’t a woman better than yourself.”

“More precisely, I’m looking for someone who can converse with me at the same eye level. Of course, I won’t deny that I was also attracted to Lady Millenov’s appearance.”

It was an honest and straightforward answer, but that doesn’t mean it would create feelings that weren’t there before.

Ailesia didn’t particularly like the Melbarik who appeared in the original story.

No, more precisely, she was closer to disliking him.

‘I absolutely hate people who just shout about neutrality all day long.’

Marquis Havir, whom I met earlier, tried his best to prevent the nobles from splitting, and even after the civil war broke out, he actively participated in battle.

He even threw away his own life like grass in the end to break the dark magic barrier surrounding the Imperial Palace. He was practically a symbol of noblesse oblige, one of the few in the original story.

‘But this man did nothing.’

The Magic Tower didn’t participate in the civil war until the end, claiming they had to maintain political neutrality. All they did was escape with the Third Prince who had been imprisoned in the Imperial Palace.

After that, well? There’s a brief description that he devoted himself to post-war reconstruction efforts.

Since Iolene and Marquis Havir died, he probably made a name for himself as the Empire’s strongest mage of his generation before dying.

“That’s too bad. I don’t find you attractive.”

“I don’t expect such excessive favor from someone I’ve just met today. Couldn’t we get to know each other gradually from now on?”

“Me? Why bother? Why? For what purpose?”

When I widened my eyes and looked serious, I could see his good-natured smile crumble slightly.

Well, where would this man have ever received such treatment?

At the Magic Tower, everyone regardless of age or gender would have bowed to him, and ordinary noble young ladies would have blushed just from his eye-smile.

“If you wish, I can arrange a position at the Magic Tower for you right now.”

“I just told you. For what purpose should I do that?”

“For someone like you, Lady, not utilizing your talent is itself a great social loss.”

“Do I need to have a sense of mission for strangers too? I’m busy enough taking care of myself.”

I already have more than enough worries because of the First Imperial Consort, what is he talking about.

Seeing Ailesia’s indifferent reaction, Melbarik frowned as if he couldn’t understand.

“Are you saying that someone who has reached such a level has no yearning for what lies beyond?”

“Yes, I don’t.”

If Melbarik had properly recognized her level, he never would have asked such a question.

I’ve already trained for 500 years, what yearning? How ridiculous.

If I go higher from here, would I have to become a god or something?

“I’m very satisfied with my current life.”

Ailesia answered in a firm tone. Not even a trace of hesitation could be seen in her smiling expression.

How shocking those words were—Melbarik had no reaction, his mouth half-open.

‘He only looks decent, but he’s completely hopeless at human relationships.’

What’s with that arrogant attitude, as if only he recognized some kind of specialness? If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have even glanced at him.

He had always been in a position smarter and superior to others, so it was a natural attitude.

In short, he looks annoying.

“In that case, the excuse of falling in love at first sight would have been better.”

“…Pardon?”

“Still don’t get it? I don’t want anything and have nothing I need, but you keep talking as if you can give me something.”

“That’s…”

“It would have been better if you desperately clung to me saying you wanted me. Then I might have at least pretended to consider it once out of appreciation for your sincerity.”

This was the maximum kindness she could offer.

It was human relationship feedback from long experience. Where would someone who’s a Magic Tower Master have heard such words?

The reason she didn’t cut him off harshly was because a thought occurred to her while speaking.

‘There’s no need to deliberately provoke first, right?’

She still didn’t know what kind of conspiracy the First Imperial Consort was plotting or what the dark mage’s capabilities were.

Neither close nor uncomfortable—just an appropriate relationship. For now, that was the best approach with the Magic Tower.

Anyway, Melbarik had shown interest in her first. If he harbored resentment over just this much conversation, it would only prove that’s the extent of his character.

‘…No, but what if he actually gets offended?’

How about dropping a meteor on the Magic Tower instead of the Imperial Palace? He doesn’t have much importance in the original story anyway, so wouldn’t it be fine to cleanly erase him and start fresh?

“Lady Millenov’s words are completely correct.”

“Pardon?”

While indulging in useless fantasies about when would be good to actually drop it and how many would be needed to cleanly erase everything, Melbarik’s voice was heard.

As if he had never been excited, he bowed his head slightly with a calm smile. His attitude was even more polite than when he first greeted her.

“I’ve always been wary of dogmatism and arrogance, but it seems I was the one steeped in them. I’ve received an unexpectedly valuable lesson. I sincerely thank you.”

“I don’t think what I said was that profound?”

“Thanks to you, I realized I was under a great misconception. And…”

Melbarik removed the ring he was wearing on his right index finger and placed it on his palm.

‘…Huh?’

Seeing his action, Ailesia unconsciously screamed in shock.

“W-what are you doing right now?”

“I believe in putting what you learn into practice immediately so it becomes habit. Would you accept this as an apology?”

No, but what kind of person suddenly offers the ring they were wearing! Don’t tell me he’s really trying to propose?

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