Limited Extra Time - Chapter 108

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A Doomed Extra’s Time

A long romance fantasy novel by Ja Eun-hyang

A Doomed Extra’s Time

Chapter 108

The beings she conjured through miracles possessed reason yet lacked it simultaneously.

They obeyed her commands and requests, but did nothing of their own volition beyond that.

“What makes Herta… different?”

I had done my utmost to depict her. I poured every ounce of my strength into that creation.

I’m uncertain about the first Herta, but the second one I drew in a state of madness. Consumed by

frenzy itself.

“Well, in any case, I should inform Periel Kalos about this.”

Millaiyen Pestellio sprang from his seat and strode toward the tent flap, throwing it open wide.

He relayed an order to the soldier standing guard outside to bring Periel Kalos, then settled back into his seat across from her.

“I hope this becomes a useful clue.”

Millaiyen Pestellio spoke with evident delight. Carina Leopold smiled quietly

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and nodded. She could not fathom how satisfying his joy was to witness.

‘A substitute… then.’

Until now, I had never considered that a substitute might exist. If I asked Herta, would she reveal something?

“You know I’m busy, so why do you keep calling me? What is this, a dinner invitation? You should have said so.”

“No, this is a meal between Carina Leopold and me.”

“…What about me?”

“You’re not invited.”

Millaiyen Pestellio answered decisively and laughed boldly at Periel Kalos. Periel Kalos’s eyes flashed sharply.

He threw open the tent flap, barked some command, and strode inside before dropping heavily onto the bed.

“Not getting up? Do you know what this place is, sprawling about like that?”

“Well, it’s your shabby room.”

“That’s Carina Leopold’s bed, so get out, would you?”

“Good grief… Carina Leopold. What on earth do you see in this man that you’d share a bed with him? He’s positively barbaric.”

Periel Kalos shrugged his shoulders and approached Carina Leopold, draping an arm around her as he spoke.

At Periel Kalos’s teasing tone, Carina Leopold’s shoulders trembled as she covered her mouth.

“…Carina Leopold.”

“You two are always so delightful to watch.”

“Only you see it that way, Carina Leopold. How is your body?”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“You had three episodes today, I heard.”

Millaiyen Pestellio cut off Carina Leopold’s casual reassurance immediately.

Carina Leopold’s eyes widened in surprise, and she hastily averted her gaze. Periel Kalos narrowed his eyes, regarding Carina Leopold with a look of reproach.

“My apologies.”

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“Carina Leopold, I am your physician along with Winston. You mustn’t keep telling such lies.”

“Yes….”

She answered weakly.

In truth, I had reflexively said I was fine—a habit so ingrained I hadn’t even realized it. I never expected Millaiyen Pestellio to cut off my words so swiftly.

“Duke Periel Kalos, I’ve brought the chair and tableware.”

“A chair and tableware?”

“Ah, come in.”

Despite Millaiyen Pestellio’s questioning tone, Periel Kalos granted permission with confident authority.

A chair was placed to one side, and a glass and utensils were set before Periel Kalos. He settled into the chair with natural ease.

“…What are you doing?”

A light, casual tone emerged from Millaiyen Pestellio’s lips for the first time in ages.

Periel Kalos naturally portioned food onto a plate and picked up his fork and knife.

“I haven’t eaten all day from my research, so I thought I’d dine with you for once.”

“I never gave permission. Get out.”

“It’s already prepared—there’s nothing for it. Isn’t that right, Carina Leopold?”

At Periel Kalos’s smooth words, Carina Leopold found herself nodding reluctantly.

While she did cherish dining alone with Millaiyen Pestellio, she harbored no desire to turn Periel Kalos away.

“That’s right. Let’s dine together today.”

“Carina Leopold!”

“We can discuss it over dinner, can’t we? Millaiyen.”

At her voice, Millaiyen’s lips fell silent as if sealed shut.

He glared at Periel Kalos with irritation. Watching Periel Kalos begin his meal with such leisurely composure, both Carina Leopold and Millaiyen picked up their utensils.

For a time, only the sound of cutlery moving filled the tent.

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“So why did you call me all the way out here?”

Periel Kalos asked once he had finished eating.

Sweet fruit was brought out as dessert. He stabbed it with his fork with a look of ennui.

“It seems you called me for the meal.”

“You’ll leave if that’s all?”

“Damn it….”

Millaiyen’s mouth, about to spill a curse, closed again at Periel Kalos’s glance. He had been quick to notice and turned his gaze toward Carina Leopold.

He had decided not to use crude language in front of her whenever possible. Millaiyen ground his teeth.

“I discovered one of Haron’s peculiar abilities.”

“Haron? What is it?”

“Miracles come with a price, don’t they?”

At Millaiyen’s question, Periel Kalos nodded. It was something anyone devoted to the arts would know.

Millaiyen seemed to have studied extensively of late to understand Carina Leopold better.

“It appears that price can be substituted with something else.”

Periel Kalos dropped his fork.

He turned toward Millaiyen Pestellio, hastily retrieving the fork that had fallen onto the Dining Table, as if caught off guard.

“…What are you talking about?”

“There was that peculiar behavior from Herta before, wasn’t there? The miracle ended, yet Herta is still alive. I found it curious, so I asked about it once.”

“You converse with Herta through words? Not through will?”

Carina Leopold nodded at Periel Kalos’s question.

Was that the strange part?

Periel Kalos, observing Carina Leopold’s tilted head, soon shook his head.

“No. Please, continue.”

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“But apparently, instead of my life, it consumed the core of a Magical Beast.”

“…A Magical Beast’s core?”

Periel Kalos echoed the question. Then Millaiyen Pestellio, arms crossed, leaned back in his chair and spoke again.

“Yes. In the Northern Territory, it’s an old term—another name for Haron. In fact, that creature feeds on Haron. I gave it some just today.”

“…Does that even make sense?”

“That’s why I called you here to figure it out, Periel Kalos.”

At Millaiyen Pestellio’s words, Periel Kalos stifled a hollow laugh.

Was such a thing truly possible? A substitute for the price of a miracle?

He abandoned the fruit he had been eating and rose from his seat.

“Then bring me the corpses of Magical Beasts that contain Haron. As many as you can.”

“…Understood.”

There was no choice but to capture them one at a time and transport them. Since I couldn’t open the dimensional gate, I would have to bring back every single magical beast I caught.

The thought of it made my vision darken with dread.

“I’m going to scout ahead for a bit. I’ll see you later, Carina Leopold.”

“Ah, yes.”

Carina Leopold responded lightly, and Periel Kalos immediately left the barracks they shared. Millaiyen Pestellio stabbed a piece of fruit with his fork and brought it to his mouth.

Her remaining time was dwindling by the moment.

The massive body collapsed to one side. Millaiyen Pestellio wiped the blood that had splattered onto his cheek with the back of his sword hand.

Having ventured quite deep into the forest, the surroundings were dark and desolate.

“Next.”

He commanded in a low voice and took a step forward, as if to venture deeper

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into the darkness.

The faces of the Knights following behind Millaiyen Pestellio had turned deathly pale.

No matter how elite these selected Knights were, they had been conducting the Subjugation without rest for three consecutive days.

Even for those who were combative and loved battle, the exhaustion—both physical and mental—was immense.

The Knights gazed with anguished expressions at Goreden, who silently

followed in his wake.

‘Commander…!’

‘Please, have mercy on us!’

Goreden’s expression grew rare with difficulty.

Without so much as a glance backward, Millaiyen Pestellio strode deeper into the Forbidden Forest with urgent, purposeful strides. The one following him came to an abrupt halt.

“Your Grace.”

“What is it?”

“I believe it would be wise to return to the Encampment now.”

At Goreden’s words, Millaiyen Pestellio’s brow furrowed, and he turned around.

His entire body was drenched in blood—a sight beyond description. The Knights were so exhausted they could barely keep pace, gritting their teeth and persevering through sheer willpower. If this continued much longer, casualties would soon follow.

“Why?”

His eyes were half-lidded as he tilted his head slightly in inquiry. It was likely because he had not smoked even a single cigarette—the only thing that provided some sedative effect—and had instead continued breathing in nothing but the stench of blood.

It must be because he didn’t even smoke cigarettes and only kept smelling blood.

“The Knights are exhausted. At this rate, we will have casualties.”

“Then let them rest for a moment.”

When Goreden glanced back without responding, the Knights shook their heads left and right so vigorously their necks seemed ready to snap. They were nearly on their knees, rubbing their palms together in supplication—though of course, Millaiyen Pestellio could not see them from his position.

Goreden exhaled a silent sigh within himself.

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“The Young Lady must be waiting for Your Grace to return.”

“…”

At Goreden’s quiet words, Millaiyen Pestellio’s eyebrows twitched once. A reaction emerged from him, despite his expression of utter disinterest. Goreden opened his mouth again, searching for the right words.

“It has already been three days, has it not?”

“…That is true.”

Millaiyen Pestellio, who had been deliberating, finally looked upon those barely standing before him and nodded magnanimously.

“Very well. The Knights appear exhausted as well. We’ll gather what bodies we can and return.”

“…”

Silence fell over the group. They clamped their mouths shut, unable to voice the lie that burned on their tongues.

Within the Subjugation Force, there was not a soul who did not understand why he had chosen to turn back.

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