It’s Been 500 Years as an Extra, and the Original Story Still Hasn’t Begun - Chapter 85

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500 Years as Just an Extra,

The Original Story Still Won’t Begin

Episode 085

“Let’s go.”

“Is it alright to approach?”

“That’s a manifestation of natural mana taking physical form. Even if it touches your body, you won’t feel anything.”

After walking forward silently for several minutes, Termion arrived at the edge of the snow field.

“This is…”

“Do you remember what I said last night?”

“You said this was someone’s grave.”

“Yeah. Actually, the expression ‘grave’ doesn’t quite fit perfectly either… Anyway.”

In the crater that sloped gently downward from where the two stood, light rippled instead of water.

The bottom and boundaries seemed so vast and deep they couldn’t be measured.

“This is where dragon remains are gathered.”

“…What?”

“Everyone thinks that when dragons die, they leave behind byproducts like bones, horns, and scales, but in reality, dragons leave nothing behind when they die. Unless their will is contained within.”

Snap!

Ailesia flicked her fingers and pulled something from subspace.

At first glance it looked like a massive rock, but more precisely, it resembled an animal’s skull.

As she waved her hand, that enormous object crossed through midair and sank into the middle of the Lake of Light.

Ailesia, who had been quietly watching that scene, knelt down on the spot and respectfully clasped her hands together.

“I’m sorry, Master. For being so late.”

Her eyes gradually grew moist as she murmured in a solemn voice.

A full 450 years had passed while waiting for that damn original story to begin.

In conclusion, she hadn’t even properly held her master’s funeral during all those long years.

‘It would have only taken two days to finish.’

Considering the affection and kindness Rubia had shown her, there was nothing more ungrateful than this. The surging guilt weighed heavily on Ailesia’s heart.

“May the deceased rest in peace.”

Termion, who had been standing beside her, also placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed his head.

In a way, he was the only mourner attending this funeral. Even if he couldn’t maintain proper formalities, he had to show at least minimal courtesy.

It was about 10 minutes later when Ailesia, who had been silently gazing at the lake, rose from her position.

“Wait a moment. There’s something I need to check.”

“Please take your time.”

She pulled out a small book from her bosom.

The cover, with its antique patterns carved on a pale blue background, was emitting a subtle light.

‘…Even like this, it’s not all revealed.’

About two-thirds of the book had been blank pages until coming here. About half of those now had new text appearing, but the latter part still had nothing.

‘I’ll have to read this later.’

Surely important stories were written there, but there was no reason to check now. She planned to return to the forest soon and have some quiet time alone.

“Shall we have a cup of tea?”

“Here?”

“With such a wonderful view in front of us, it would be a shame. Alcohol would be a bit much though.”

After pulling out her staff from subspace and waving her hand several times, a small tent was instantly erected with several layers of thick blankets spread inside.

She lit a small campfire in front of the tent, placed a kettle on top of it, then settled down and sat. Then she patted the spot next to her with her palm.

“Sit. Let’s talk while watching the aurora.”

“Excuse me then.”

Termion, who had plopped down, momentarily flinched. Somehow he had ended up close enough to Ailesia that their arms could touch.

The other party casually poured tea from the kettle and offered it to him.

“Aren’t you cold?”

“It actually feels more cozy than below the cliff.”

“Right. Surprisingly, there’s no wind.”

Ailesia closed her mouth briefly after finishing those words.

She had been poking at the firewood with the tip of her staff, then soon looked intently at Termion.

“What is it?”

Termion, feeling somewhat embarrassed by the continued gaze, asked, but instead received a question in return.

“Aren’t you going to ask?”

“Ask what?”

“What this place is for, what kind of person my master was… Aren’t you curious?”

“It would be a lie to say I’m not curious at all, but it’s not something I absolutely need to know.”

“Wow, how cold. This is my deceased master’s funeral service, couldn’t you show some interest?”

“If I wasn’t interested, I wouldn’t have followed you all the way here.”

Termion deliberately showed a calm reaction.

He had already experienced the sense of loss from the absence of someone precious. He knew that at times like this, it was much better to treat someone normally rather than offer clumsy comfort.

“As I mentioned earlier, this is the Dragon Graveyard. The reason you can’t use magic carelessly in this area is because of the mana emitted from dragon remains.”

“Is it different from ordinary mana?”

“The mana itself contains will. Unless you possess will equivalent to a dragon, you can neither move your own magical power nor convert that mana into magical power.”

Termion’s eyes widened in disbelief after hearing the explanation.

In other words, the fact that she could freely use magic here meant she possessed will equivalent to a dragon.

“I understand that your master was a dragon, but…”

Even so, was it really possible for a human to achieve a status similar to a dragon?

Ailesia, noticing his bewilderment, drove the point home clearly.

“I can roughly guess what you’re thinking, but I’m an ordinary person.”

“…Am I perhaps misunderstanding the meaning of the word ‘ordinary’?”

Even if she was born human, with such magical abilities, she had already departed from the realm of ordinary. But Ailesia answered as if it was nothing special.

“I just have some inheritance passed down from my master. I was also born with talent.”

“Then what about that aurora?”

“You can think of it as mana emitted from dragon remains appearing in the form of a massive barrier.”

“A barrier? Is it protecting something?”

“Well, I’m not sure exactly.”

Even if she knew, she couldn’t carelessly tell Termion. It was something to consider only after carefully checking the additional content revealed in Master’s will.

“It’s certain that ordinary mages shouldn’t set foot in this place.”

“You don’t need to worry much about the area near the advance base. I’ll do neutralization work before going down.”

After hearing her words and thinking for a moment, Termion shook his head.

“It would be better to leave it as is.”

“Huh? Why?”

“Now that I understand the phenomenon, I can prepare appropriate countermeasures. It’s not desirable for ordinary mages to rummage through the mountain range as they please.”

“Are there people like that?”

“Sometimes poachers obsessed with monster subjugation enter without permission. We have no choice but to do this work to minimize damage to civilian houses, but we’re trying our best not to affect the mountain range’s ecosystem.”

The Gardbale Mountains were themselves a resource and living foundation for the duchy. Rather than blindly focusing only on monster subjugation, they had to approach it with a sense of coexistence.

“That aside… is everything regarding your master’s will finished?”

“Can you see that?”

The moment Termion looked in the direction Ailesia pointed with her finger, he let out a quiet exclamation.

Before he knew it, the sunset was barely hanging at the edge of the western sky. In the sky that was beginning to darken, brilliant golden aurora appeared like multiple bands stretched across it.

“I’ve never seen that color before.”

“My master’s remains are beginning to settle into place.”

“Does this have any connection to your magical power being golden?”

“Well, I wonder?”

Ailesia smiled and turned her gaze back to the sky. Termion, who had been about to speak casually, quickly closed his mouth after seeing her expression.

‘…I see. She definitely said it was a funeral ceremony earlier.’

There was no way to know how a dragon’s funeral procedures were conducted. The only thing certain was that Ailesia was mourning her master.

Termion placed his hand on the ground and leaned back, naturally lifting his head to look at the sky.

The aurora rising from below like emerging flames grew increasingly intense in its light. Led by golden veils rippling across the sky, colorful curtains of various hues were spreading magnificently.

As they quietly spent time like this, a low voice was heard.

“Our Grand Duke… don’t you have any last words or anything that your parents left behind?”

Ailesia was looking at Termion with her knees drawn up and her face resting against them. From her composed expression, it seemed she had sorted out her emotions to some degree.

“My parents’ last words…”

Termion, who had been looking at her for a moment, turned his gaze to the blazing campfire.

“I parted with Mother too suddenly, so there wasn’t really anything like that. Words like ‘stay healthy’ or ‘be happy’ are too obvious.”

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