It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 7

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 007

‘…She’s not wrong, damn it.’

His anger subsiding momentarily, Termion pressed his forehead with a bitter expression.

Even though he was Duke Letis and Elenora’s Uncle, he was still lacking in many ways.

Having overflowing affection for his niece didn’t make him skilled at child-rearing.

Elenora had even gone missing while he was away. He had failed to maintain order within the Family House as well.

“I hate Uncle. Teacher threatened with sword, yelled, and made scary faces.”

“E, Elly.”

“Elly likes Teacher. I want to live with Teacher.”

With his niece driving another nail into his heart, Termion couldn’t speak for a while.

‘…This one hits hard?’

It was on a different level from when he heard Ailesia’s words. Termion’s pupils were shaking as if an earthquake had struck.

“Huu…”

He soon slumped powerlessly into a chair.

Though it wasn’t Ailesia’s intention, she felt slightly sorry. At this rate, he might actually cry.

Seeing tears flow down that beautiful face would be quite a sight, but it would be a bit much, wouldn’t it?

Ailesia whispered near Elenora’s ear, deliberately loud enough to be heard.

“How about Teacher goes with Elly? We should still go Home though.”

“Go together?”

Color returned to Elenora’s face, which had been pouting with protruding lips.

Then she fidgeted with Ailesia’s hand and turned her head toward Termion.

“Uncle, can Teacher come Home with us?”

“What?”

When Termion and Elenora’s eyes met, a chilly silence settled between them.

‘Interesting.’

Ailesia watched the staring contest between the two with great interest. Surprisingly, it was turning into a close battle.

‘It’s obvious without watching. Of course Elly will win.’

Wasn’t this a match with a predetermined outcome anyway? It seemed about time for him to surrender.

“…I’ve been wanting to ask since earlier.”

Finding it awkward to answer immediately, Termion slyly turned his head.

“What is it?”

“Why do you keep speaking informally?”

That’s the best complaint he could come up with? She had expected some kind of counterattack, but this was quite random.

Ailesia opened her mouth with an expression of disbelief.

“No wonder you pointed a sword at me from our first meeting. Were you that upset about it?”

“…”

“I don’t use formal speech with kids originally.”

“You speak as if you’re tremendously mature?”

“I’m much more mature than you, aren’t I?”

“Much more? Are you perhaps a few hundred years old? Since you’re a witch?”

“…H, how did you know?”

My goodness, he guessed it? She misspoke due to momentary panic.

“…Are you joking right now?”

Fortunately, Termion seemed to take even that as her teasing him.

‘Well, I wouldn’t believe it either.’

With a face like this, if I said I was 1200 years old, of course they’d think it was a lie.

But now that it had come to this, the situation had become too ambiguous to just give in gracefully.

Rather, if she drove the point home properly now, there would be no need to argue about age or etiquette in the future. Even the Duke was staying quiet, so who would dare interfere?

“What’s certain is that I’m an adult and you’re a kid.”

When Ailesia answered while feigning ignorance, Termion’s face scrunched up.

“I am not a child.”

“If you’re under twenty, you’re a kid. You’re still seventeen.”

“…How did you know my age?”

This time genuinely surprised, Termion’s eyes widened.

Of course she knew because she had read the original story, but she couldn’t suddenly reveal the truth. Ailesia felt mischief bubbling up again as she answered.

“I knew because I’m a witch, why.”

“No, that… Ha.”

At this point, he didn’t even have the energy to get angry. Termion just let out a deep sigh.

She was clearly determined to tease him, but having already committed wrongs, it was awkward to say anything.

“What should we do, dear?”

“About what?”

What broke his complex thoughts was the sound of conversation from the two sitting across from him.

Just moments ago when she was toying with him verbally, Ailesia was now letting out a sorrowful voice with deeply melancholic eyes.

“Uncle seems to dislike Teacher. I don’t think we can go together?”

“He dislikes Teacher?”

“He said he doesn’t want to be friendly with Teacher because she’s a witch. He said he doesn’t even want to see her.”

“Whaaaat?”

“Wait, when did I ever say such things!”

Termion raised his head with a flustered expression.

He felt hurt that Elenora, who had been listening to all the conversation here, was reacting as if she knew nothing at all.

Whose side was that niece on anyway, his or the witch’s? For now, he had no choice but to try to appease her somehow.

“Elly, it’s not like that.”

“Uncle! Won’t you go with Teacher?”

Elenora made a resolute expression, clenched her tiny fists, and pounded the Table.

Seeing that, Termion unconsciously flinched.

“What if you get hurt doing that!”

She had just suffered from the bump on her forehead earlier, so who did she take after to be so reckless?

Worried that reacting would make her do something more extreme, Termion could neither do this nor that and kept his mouth shut.

“If Teacher doesn’t go, Elly won’t go either! Elly will live here with Teacher! I’ll play with Wolf Friend and Bear Friend and Deer and Snake Friend!”

“Elly, you really…”

What was he supposed to do? Termion squeezed his eyes shut and held his head with both hands.

‘Hurry up and decide, decide, decide.’

Ailesia muttered inwardly like a chant while watching him lost in thought.

That foolish nephew could never win against Elenora’s stubbornness anyway.

The answer was already decided, so it would be better to make a decision instead of just sighing.

“So, Miss Milenov?”

“Just call me by my name. That title feels awkward.”

Though she was still speaking informally, Termion decided not to worry about such trivial matters anymore.

What did it matter if she was a witch or not? Fighting over dominance with her seemed like a pointless endeavor.

His purpose for coming here was singular: to safely bring his niece Elenora Home.

‘…Was I the one being aggressive?’

Ailesia had been favorable toward him from their first meeting.

If she hadn’t blocked that serpent that emerged from the Lake, who knows what would have happened.

Despite him pointing a sword at her out of nowhere, she had even served lunch to him and the Knights.

‘She’s not ordinarily generous.’

She could have gotten angry when he kept calling her a witch, but she brushed even that off like a joke.

Moreover, the careful way he looked after Elenora, and especially that reaction he showed when Elenora got hurt earlier.

‘His face had turned completely pale.’

Though she didn’t know the reason, his affection for Elenora seemed genuine.

“Ailesia.”

Termion, having organized his thoughts, bowed his head once more.

Unlike earlier when it was half ceremonial, this was an action with proper sincerity.

“Including just now, I sincerely apologize for my thoughtless remarks.”

“Really? Even though I’m a witch of unknown identity?”

…The trembling fists were just her imagination. This was all for Elenora’s sake.

Termion forcefully suppressed his momentary surge of anger with his single affection for his niece.

“I said they were thoughtless remarks.”

Still, unable to completely overcome his slight indignation, his voice trembled slightly.

‘Seeing things like this, he really seems like someone his age…’

Ailesia couldn’t help but genuinely admire Termion.

She had been the first to play quite a harsh prank. Yet he showed this level of courtesy and self-control.

His love for his niece and upright character reminded her of Aunt and Master. Respect quietly bloomed in a corner of her heart.

“Teacher, why is Uncle acting like that?”

Elenora, who had been nestled in her arms, tugged firmly at her collar. Being still young, she couldn’t quite understand what was happening even while watching directly.

“Because Teacher scolded him.”

“That’s right, Uncle did wrong so he should be scolded!”

…Wouldn’t reacting like that hurt Termion’s feelings a bit?

Thinking she should take his side at least once, Ailesia stroked Elenora’s head and added,

“Uncle said he was wrong, so now Elly won’t hate Uncle anymore, right?”

“Yes!”

Elenora answered spiritedly and jumped down from Ailesia’s lap.

Wondering what she was going to do, Elenora walked around the table and approached Termion on the other side.

“Uncle, didn’t you miss Elly?”

“…Huh?”

“I asked if you missed Elly!”

“Of course I missed you.”

“Then why didn’t you greet me?”

Elenora placed her hands on her hips and shouted quite boldly. Termion, who had been quietly watching his niece, slowly stood up.

‘Oh my…!’

Ailesia, who had been quietly observing, suddenly choked up and covered her mouth with her hand.

Termion had actually gotten down on both knees on the floor. This wasn’t content from the original story.

‘I feel like I might cry.’

Ailesia focused on the scene before her eyes, holding even her breath.

“Have you been well, Elly?”

Matching Elenora’s eye level, he opened his arms and spoke in a gentle voice.

“Uncle really, really missed you so much.”

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