It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 70

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 070

“Oh my, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Melbarik, having roughly grasped the atmosphere, showed an embarrassed expression.

“No matter how inadequate I may be, I’m not that foolish of a person.”

“…Then what is it?”

“I’m giving it to you as a token of friendship. If there’s ever anything I can help you with, please visit the Magic Tower or the city branch.”

“Go there and show this ring?”

“Yes. I’ll wait with joy until the day I can be of help to Lady Milenov.”

“…What if I never come looking for you in my entire life?”

The light smile he had been wearing turned slightly bitter. However, he soon added in a bright voice.

“Well. In that case, I suppose I’ll have to go find you and beg on my knees.”

“How would you know where I’d be?”

“It doesn’t have to be a romantic relationship. I misspoke earlier… If it’s alright with you, I’d like to retract those words and replace them with something else.”

“Go ahead.”

“No matter how long it takes, I hope to become good friends with Lady Milenov.”

“Hmm.”

Seeing him like this, he certainly wasn’t a villain. He was quick to acknowledge his mistakes, and his apology felt sincere.

Moreover, even though she had been somewhat high-handed in her attitude, he never lost his courtesy to the end. Considering his status and reputation, that was definitely not an easy thing to do.

‘Did I judge too hastily?’

This was the first time she’d had a deep conversation with someone not affiliated with the Grand Duchy.

Not to mention Elenora, who was the protagonist of the entire work, Termion was practically the protagonist of Part 1. Iolene was also a key character who appeared right up until the epilogue.

Despite knowing the personalities and characteristics of those three people in detail, she had seen many unexpected sides of them while living together.

Melbarik, being a supporting character, would likely be even more so, not less.

“Alright. I’ll definitely visit the Magic Tower when I have time.”

“Really?”

“As friends, right?”

Since things had come to this, she thought it might not be bad to form some connection with Melbarik as well.

She was still cautious about treating him with pure goodwill. This was because she had developed doubts about Melbarik’s very existence.

‘A man who talked about social losses maintaining neutrality? Something smells fishy.’

Melbarik’s passive behavior in the final chapter of Part 2 might have just been due to the Original Author’s lack of skill. But that was when she had read it as text.

‘In the end, I won’t know until I experience it firsthand. It was the same at the Gardbale Mountains.’

Anyway, this damn onion-like original story. No matter how much you peel, more keeps coming out.

Perhaps because she had already adapted, even this much didn’t stir any emotion in her.

“Do friends only visit when they need help? I could just drop by when I’m bored, or we could meet outside and have tea.”

As she spoke, she lightly snatched the ring that had been resting on Melbarik’s palm.

Naturally, she had absolutely no intention of wearing it.

‘I’ll just think of it as a Magic Tower free pass.’

Seeing Ailesia pick up the ring, Melbarik brightened and responded.

“Your words alone make me happy. If I hadn’t attended today’s banquet, I probably would have regretted it forever.”

“What are you talking about? If you hadn’t met me at all, there would have been nothing to regret.”

“Haha, I think that aspect is also part of Lady’s charm.”

“Yes, well. Let’s go with that.”

Now that you understand, please just go aw… no, it would be nice if you could leave.

Friend or whatever, now her head was really getting complicated and she wanted to be alone.

“Oh my, I’ve interrupted your rest for too long. I’ll see you again next time.”

“It was nice meeting you. Take care not to catch a cold.”

When she openly waved her hand dismissively, showing her annoyance, Melbarik left the terrace with a greeting mixed with a slight bitter smile.

‘…Even if you beat me to death, he’s not my type.’

His appearance was acceptable, but that was as far as it went.

She could somewhat understand why Termion growled so much whenever they encountered each other in the original story.

The person was quite upright, but he had a talent for subtly making others tired.

She had only suggested being friends since the opportunity arose. In fact, at this point, he was someone she could completely ignore without any problems.

Crucially, there was one aspect that was hard to accept.

“What kind of man talks so much…”

Though noble speech patterns were originally like that, still, too much was too much.

How nice would it be if he just said exactly what was necessary? A person should have some dignity, like Termion.

Termion called over a passing attendant and downed two glasses of cold water in succession.

“…Now I can breathe.”

For about two hours, he had been tormented by young nobles alongside Ailesia. When Iolene happened to approach and took charge of Elenora, he was able to escape using that as an excuse.

Feeling sorry, he told Ailesia to go rest, and just when he thought he could catch his breath too, Iolene, who had disappeared, came back dragging a crowd of other nobles.

“These people really want to have a conversation with you. Aura Master isn’t exactly a common level, is it?”

“…Yes. It should be a good time.”

They were all renowned warriors of the Empire. Naturally, he had no choice but to focus on the conversation.

Still, the conversation with them was a rewarding time. Discussing martial arts purely without political or social purposes was quite enjoyable.

‘Even so, just how many hours did we talk?’

He wondered if he had ever talked this much in his entire life. Looking out the window, the sunset sky was already deeply tinged with orange.

“Grand Duchess Dowager.”

“Oh, Termion. Want to say hello before you go?”

Iolene was in the middle of a conversation with quite elderly noble ladies. Beside them were several children who appeared to be around Elenora’s age.

‘…Is this a parenting group?’

It seemed they were all in similar situations to Iolene. After briefly exchanging greetings, Termion headed toward the outskirts of the banquet hall, trying to avoid people’s attention as much as possible.

An Aura Master concealing his presence and moving around in the Imperial Grand Banquet Hall. He felt a subtle sense of self-loathing at the thought of such a pointless waste of talent.

Just then, he saw someone coming out from one side of the terrace.

It was a man wearing a robe that didn’t suit the banquet, but he casually dismissed him as probably a mage working in the Imperial Palace, like Marquis Havir.

‘If the curtain is drawn back, that means no one’s there.’

Thinking he should rest first, he stepped into the terrace, only to find an unexpected person already there.

“Huh? Termion?”

“Ailesia?”

What a coincidence this was. Perhaps because he had been so tormented by strangers, her familiar face seemed especially welcome.

“You must have been busy? It’s been more than an hour since we separated, hasn’t it?”

“That’s right…”

He answered in a voice full of fatigue and first pulled the curtain cord.

He didn’t want to encounter any more strangers.

‘…Wait.’

It seemed like the man he had seen earlier had come out from here.

His mood becoming unpleasant for no reason, he blurted out a blunt question.

“That man, who was he?”

“What man?”

“I saw someone coming out of the terrace just before I entered. A young man with gray hair wearing a robe.”

“Oh, Melbarik?”

…That definitely wasn’t a surname.

Just who was he that she would call him by his first name only?

She might have met someone she knew from before, but she recalled hearing that he had lived only in the forest until meeting her.

Termion remained silent for a moment with a slightly hardened expression. He felt that speaking carelessly here would only lead to mistakes with Ailesia.

“I came out without drawing the curtains and happened to run into him by chance. He’s the Magic Tower Master.”

“…The Magic Tower Master? That man?”

“Melberik Windrake. Haven’t you heard of him?”

“I learned of him for the first time today.”

“Oh come on, he’s quite a famous figure though. You can remember him from now on.”

“That aside… did you know each other?”

“No? I told you we met by chance? I met him for the first time today too.”

The more he listened to the story, the stranger he felt. Since he couldn’t understand it himself, unpleasant feelings began to rise within him.

“What kind of conversation did you have with him?”

“Hm?”

“…No, never mind. Please pretend you didn’t hear that.”

…This damn loose tongue of mine finally caused trouble. Now completely overwhelmed by self-loathing, he sighed and pressed his forehead.

Seeing him like that, Ailesia patted Termion’s shoulder with a mischievous smile.

“Your Highness the Grand Duke, are you sulking? Because I didn’t play with you and played with some strange guy instead?”

“…Even Elly doesn’t engage in such childish jealousy.”

“Of course not. Our Elly is so smart and mature.”

He had suddenly become an adult inferior to his five-year-old niece.

The moment the indignant Termion raised his head, Ailesia, who met his eyes directly, dropped an unexpected bombshell.

“You know, would you like to go on a trip with me sometime next week? Just the two of us.”

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