It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 83

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 083

“It’s true, though. Birds use wing flapping to lift their bodies, right? The human body isn’t suited for flight.”

“What about the second one?”

“The density of mana itself isn’t directly related to using magic. It’s true that higher density makes magic harder to use, but that’s ultimately because one’s own magical power is insufficient.”

“No matter how heavy a rock is, as long as you can lift it, that’s all that matters?”

“Oh my, you’re so smart. With such a good head on your shoulders, why is your magical sensitivity so terrible?”

“…Tsk.”

Perhaps because she had hit a sore spot, Termion’s expression became somewhat gloomy. But Ailesia shook her finger as if that wasn’t what she meant.

“I’m not criticizing you. I just think there must be some reason for that constitution of yours.”

“Huh? My constitution?”

“Honestly, wouldn’t it be too much if you had good magical sensitivity too? Are there any records in the Empire of someone becoming an Aura Master before age twenty?”

“…I would probably be the first, I suppose.”

“How could anyone be good at everything? If a person is too perfect, they lack humanity.”

At this point, it was hard to tell whether it was praise or teasing. Termion, who had been listening, finally let out a chuckle.

“And it’s fine if you’re not good at magic.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m here. The world’s strongest, super powerful witch.”

“…There’s something I’ve always been curious about.”

Termion also had many things he wanted to ask about Ailesia. The reason he hadn’t asked any particular questions until now was because he worried it might be rude to her.

“Exactly how skilled are you at magic?”

“Well? It’s hard to express it definitively.”

“The Grand Duchess Dowager said so. That you’re probably above her level.”

“That’s correct.”

Surprisingly, Ailesia showed a readily agreeable attitude.

She had no intention of hiding it from Termion, and he wasn’t the type to go around spreading her story everywhere.

“Then…”

For some reason, he felt inexplicably nervous. Termion swallowed dryly and asked her in a cautious voice.

“Are you really… an Arch Mage?”

“Arch Mage?”

“A mage who has reached the 9th circle. Surely you don’t not know about that.”

“Of course I know. And to answer first, I don’t think so.”

So she wasn’t at that level after all. Just as Termion was about to conclude that she was probably at nearly the limit of the Upper Mage realm, Ailesia gave a shocking answer.

“I’m probably way above that level? I’ve never met an Arch Mage, but even if a bunch of them swarmed me, they wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“What?”

“But is that really an important issue?”

After all, magic was best used only as much as needed in the right place at the right time. That’s how her teacher Rubia had taught her, and that’s how she had always lived.

‘I’ve never even used my full power to begin with.’

As Rubia said, unless some insane dragon went berserk and charged at her, such a thing wouldn’t happen.

Even when she had drawn upon the Dragon Heart’s energy at the Second Prince’s Palace, it was only an extremely small portion.

“I’ve never been inconvenienced in life. And I probably never will be. It means I’m confident I can solve anything you, Elly, and Retis might need.”

“I appreciate the sentiment, but I’ll have to decline that.”

“I know. That’s one of the things I like about you.”

Unlike Ailesia, who answered with a grin, Termion’s feelings were only complicated.

‘…There really is nothing I can do for this person.’

It was exactly as he had discussed with Iolene before.

Ailesia—she seemed to have no element of deficiency whatsoever.

A relationship where only one side gives unilaterally will eventually reach ruin. Fearing this, he desperately searched for something he could do for Ailesia.

Sponsoring the Second Prince? Of course, Ailesia seemed quite satisfied with it, but strictly speaking, that wasn’t directly doing something for her either.

It was the same now. Ailesia had casually said she liked him, but he couldn’t readily give the answer ‘I feel the same way.’

‘Just saying I like her with words alone would be meaningless.’

While he was immersed in bitterness, biting his lips tightly, a soft touch suddenly reached his face.

“Termion, my Grand Duke.”

“Yes?”

Warm warmth was transmitted from her hand that cupped his cheek.

When he looked up, Ailesia’s face was close enough that he could feel her breath.

“You don’t need to be so depressed.”

“…Me?”

“Yes. You look like you’ve lost everything in the world?”

“I’ve never lost anything, so couldn’t we talk with you a bit further away?”

“Why? Is my face that bad?”

Termion reflexively frowned deeply.

He had long known how stunning a beauty Ailesia was. There had been quite a few young nobles who approached him at the Imperial Palace New Year banquet asking to be introduced to her.

The reason he was flustered was singular. The very fact that he felt romantic attraction to her, who was his and Elenora’s life savior, felt beyond rude—it felt sinful.

‘Why does this woman keep acting like this?’

Ailesia was always casual. Sometimes approaching like a friend, and occasionally like an older sister.

She would boldly cross the line without giving him a chance to put up his guard, mess with his heart as she pleased, and then leave. She was no different from a cat that only sought out its owner for affection when it felt like it.

He had only felt annoyed and frustrated in those moments, but at some point, a sense of longing began to grow little by little.

That was probably from the time he had grabbed onto her while lying in bed after nearly dying to the Drake.

A vague expectation that perhaps some of the infinite affection Ailesia showered on Elenora might be allowed for him as well.

Looking back, her mischievous pranks that hadn’t truly been unpleasant.

Most of all… even that desperate expression she had shown when she came running to save him.

Though he hadn’t realized it, Ailesia had always looked at him with sincere eyes.

‘Yes, just like now.’

Even in what could be quite an embarrassing situation, she never averted her eyes.

If he kept looking like this, he felt like he would be drawn right into those lake-clear eyes.

“I’ve never thought that, not even once.”

“Eh…?”

Normally he should have grimaced and pushed her away, but perhaps because an unexpected answer came back, Ailesia ended up making a somewhat dazed sound.

“I’m just… not used to it. I don’t remember ever receiving this much attention from anyone except family.”

“I, is that so?”

What’s with this serious reaction? As Ailesia tried to quietly step back in embarrassment, Termion’s hand gently covered the back of her hand.

“Do you know something?”

“…What?”

“Excluding family, you’re the first person to touch my face.”

“Ah! Sorry!”

Startled, Ailesia hurriedly tried to pull her hand away, but Termion instead put subtle strength into his hand and didn’t let her go.

“It’s fine.”

No, why is this boy doing something he’s never done before! Her attempt to tease him had ended up trapping herself instead.

Ailesia, trying hard to hide her flustered state, smiled awkwardly and wiggled her fingers.

“Now that you know, won’t you let go of this hand?”

“If you answer one more thing.”

“…What is it?”

Somehow it feels like I’m getting more and more entangled. As Ailesia narrowed her eyes and glared, Termion brought up a question he had really wanted to ask for a long time.

“How old are you?”

“Huh?”

“I understand well that you’re older than me. But I’ve never actually heard your exact age.”

“…Don’t you know that a lady’s age is a secret?”

“You’d be a witch, not a lady. At first, I vaguely assumed you were in your early to mid-twenties, but….”

About half a span in distance, perhaps. Termion’s face drew a little closer.

“Such magical skill at such a young age doesn’t make sense no matter how I think about it.”

“Maybe, maybe it’s because I’m the greatest genius in history?”

Dangerous. This is really too dangerous.

No matter how much she rolled her eyes, all that entered her vision was Termion’s face. Even making eye contact was becoming burdensome.

‘At this point, it’s torture!’

What kind of man is like this. Even looking this close, there isn’t a single blemish on his skin. Since he’s still a teenage youth, there are no traces of the stubble typical of men either.

“You really won’t answer me?”

“…Seven.”

“What?”

“Twenty-seven! I answered, so now please back away!”

At those words, Ailesia practically kicked off the ground as she quickly stepped back.

Fortunately, whether Termion wasn’t applying force or not, the hand that had been cupping her face naturally released as well.

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