Limited Extra Time - Chapter 113

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A Doomed Extra’s Time

A full-length romance fantasy novel by Ja Eun-hyang

A Doomed Extra’s Time

Chapter 113

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We’ve arrived.

What?

Carina Leopold asked again, her voice tinged with confusion.

I don’t particularly enjoy being foolish, yet here I was, feeling utterly lost.

Events were unfolding far too rapidly for me to comprehend.

Come on, let’s go.

What?

Millaiyen Pestellio swept Carina Leopold into his arms and strode purposefully into the tent.

He settled her gently on one side before sprawling across the bed with deliberate intent.

He positioned himself squarely at the center.

…

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I’m ready now. You can take me.

I felt a bit embarrassed.

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No, not just a bit—I felt quite embarrassed.

Carina Leopold genuinely wanted to cover her face with both palms.

I even felt like crying a little.

Was this what “overwhelming” meant?

Why had such things looked so sweet and alluring in that novel?

Watching Millaiyen’s eyes brimming with anticipation, I fidgeted and shifted my body. As he waited, I pressed myself

snugly against Millaiyen’s side.

…How exactly am I supposed to overwhelm him?

Staring down at Millaiyen, who lay rigid as a log, I pondered the matter seriously.

Tension traced down my spine.

I swallowed hard and carefully climbed onto Millaiyen’s legs.

‘To overwhelm him….’

Millaiyen’s legs settled between my knees.

I lowered myself and buried my face in Millaiyen’s chest. My body draped over his.

To be precise, it was more like one log lying atop another. I remained motionless in that position, my eyes rolling about helplessly.

Millaiyen stifled a laugh at my adorableness. He was clearly thinking of something entirely different.

Millaiyen Pestellio swallowed his laughter at her cuteness. It was clear she was definitely thinking of something completely different from what he was.

“I got unnecessarily excited on my own.”

What does it matter? To be honest, this wasn’t bad either.

Rather than explain to her that she’d misunderstood his meaning, he simply reached out and pulled her firmly into his embrace.

“Good.”

With Carina secured in his arms, Millaiyen Pestellio rolled onto his side while holding her close.

Millaiyen buried his face in the nape of Carina’s neck.

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‘Is that all there is to it?’

Confusion bloomed across Carina’s expression. She couldn’t fathom what made this different from the times she usually hid beneath the blankets.

“I wish you would do this to me more often.”

“Ah… yes.”

If this was what “doing this” meant, it was truly nothing at all.

‘I was needlessly anxious.’

The novel had described it with such urgency that she’d grown tense as well.

Of course, she hadn’t read what came after.

Suppressing her racing heartbeat, Carina swallowed hard. His scent, filling her nostrils, was intoxicating.

“Millaiyen.”

“Mm.”

“I wish this were a dream.”

Carina pulled Millaiyen into her embrace as she spoke. When his brow furrowed, she carefully pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Why?”

“If this were a dream, it would never end—it would continue forever. Everything would be eternal.”

“….”

Millaiyen’s breath caught.

Unbound by time, stretching on and on, forever and ever.

Carina Leopold nestled against Millaiyen’s chest. He wrapped his arms around her in return.

“Carina Leopold, I….”

“Is Carina Leopold there?”

At the voice from outside, Millaiyen’s face twisted sharply.

Carina Leopold fumbled for his shoulder and pushed him away. She quickly withdrew from his embrace and dropped to her knees.

She hastily smoothed her disheveled appearance, her face flushed crimson, and spoke rapidly.

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“Yes! I’m here!”

Her response rang out loud and clear. Millaiyen’s face contorted into something genuinely menacing. He wiped his face and turned his gaze toward Periel Kalos as he entered the tent.

“…Your timing is absolutely abysmal.”

“What exactly are you doing manhandling a sick person?”

“What I do is none of your concern.”

Millaiyen let out a scoff. Periel Kalos crossed his arms and gave a hollow laugh before exhaling a sigh. He regarded the two of them with an awkward air, his expression somewhat troubled.

‘I had planned to tell only Carina Leopold.’

When their eyes met, he noticed her gaze slip away.

His mouth felt bitter. As Periel Kalos remained at the entrance without stepping further inside, Millaiyen’s eyes narrowed.

“Just give up and come inside. I have no intention of stepping aside.”

“…”

Periel Kalos’s expression grew slightly discontented. He was always quick to read the room. He clicked his tongue softly and exhaled a long breath.

‘So I wasn’t the only one who considered us friends.’

Periel Kalos gave up avoiding Millaiyen Pestellio’s gaze and stepped inside. There was something he would need to tell Millaiyen eventually. Periel Kalos wiped his face with his hand, looking troubled.

“Well… this story might take a while. Would it be alright if I sat down?”

“Of course. That’s fine.”

Carina Leopold, sensing the awkward atmosphere, rose from her seat and sat at the table near the bed.

Millaiyen Pestellio took the seat beside her and looked toward Periel Kalos. Periel Kalos exhaled a quiet breath and slowly settled into the chair across from them.

“First, Carina Leopold, when you return to Leopold Manor, the auction proceeds for the painting under your name should have arrived.”

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The funds will be waiting in your name.

“Oh! Thank you.”

“There have been quite a few requests for signatures, exhibition invitations, and other correspondence addressed to The Painter ‘Carina Leopold’… I’ve kept those as well for you.”

“Did all the paintings sell?”

Carina Leopold asked carefully, still unable to meet his gaze directly.

Until now, she had deliberately avoided asking about what happened after she painted and handed the works over to Periel Kalos.

She hadn’t wanted to be disappointed, and she hadn’t wanted to burden him with her concerns.

Above all, recently she had so many things to apologize for that she could count on one hand the times she had initiated conversation with him.

At Carina Leopold’s question, Periel Kalos lifted his head. Their eyes met once more. This time, she couldn’t bring herself to look away and bit her lip.

“Is it all sold out?”

Periel Kalos’s voice carried a note of bewilderment. I stiffened, my eyes darting uncertainly. Had I perhaps asked something terribly awkward?

“It’s beyond being sold out.”

“Pardon?”

“If it’s something I’ve painted, people want it regardless of the work itself—they’re begging to place reservations. The bribes pouring into the Kalos Family are so relentless it’s giving me a headache.”

“…Truly?”

“Yes, of course. Since auctions must fundamentally offer fair opportunity to all, I’ve been refusing everything.”

“Wow, to that extent?”

“Yes, though you won’t feel it now, isolated as the Northern Territory is. Soon enough, you’ll experience just how elevated your name has become.”

Periel smiled, that honeyed expression still dripping with sweetness, and I found myself smiling back,

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nodding in agreement.

“The Leopold Estate has inquired about your work several times and attempted coercion, but I suppressed them without difficulty.”

“…I see.”

“In the Capital and the Southern Territory regions adjacent to it, there isn’t a soul who doesn’t know your name.”

At this delightful news, I found myself breaking into a genuine smile.

The Southern Territory, particularly the Capital, was a region where the arts flourished. There,

survival was difficult, but those who endured often found their names etched into history.

Periel gazed at my radiant expression before speaking again.

“Carina.”

“Yes.”

“May I say one more thing?”

“Of course.”

“I harbor no anger toward you.

I could never feel such a thing toward someone who is suffering, and it pains me that you seem to find me inconvenient.”

Carina’s eyes widened at Periel’s candid words.

“….”

“I wish you would not carry guilt for something beyond your control. Your avoidance of me wounds me far more deeply. I wonder if perhaps you do not need my help.”

Carina listened to Periel in silence.

She gazed at him without speaking. Millaiyen wore an expression of displeasure, yet he did not interrupt their exchange.

“If I have hurt you, I apologize. The sensation of striking someone made my skin crawl. I wounded you, after all.”

“I prevented you from painting.”

At Periel’s words, Carina clenched her fists. She opened her mouth, her eyes wide with surprise.

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“It was for your sake.”

“And you were fighting to survive, Carina.”

“…Even so!”

“You were struggling to live.”

At Periel’s measured words, Carina’s eyes opened wide.

Millaiyen regarded Periel with an expression of surprise. Drawing a deep breath, he met her gaze and spoke again.

“I couldn’t endure such terrible pain—pain so excruciating it made me want to abandon even my own sense of self. That’s why I wanted to survive this moment, no matter the cost.”

“….”

“So please, don’t apologize.”

Periel Kalos spoke. His resolute gaze offered no cracks for doubt to seep through. If I added another word here, he would surely grow angry.

Carina Leopold, recognizing his unwavering resolve, nodded quietly.

“I understand.”

“Good.”

Periel Kalos smiled gently once more. The frigid atmosphere melted away in an instant, dissolving like morning frost.

She scratched her cheek awkwardly before eventually offering a small smile.

Millaiyen Pestellio’s expression twisted sharply as he observed the scene. Unable to say anything to Carina Leopold, he glared instead at the innocent Periel Kalos.

Periel Kalos met Millaiyen’s gaze once before exhaling silently.

“I came here because there are several matters I need to discuss with you.”

“Matters?”

“Yes, regarding Haron and Carina Leopold.”

Periel Kalos moistened his lips. She lifted her head quietly, meeting his eyes. Her gaze, which had seemed withdrawn moments before, now gleamed with a quiet determination.

“What do you mean?”

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“Haron can be used as a price for miracles, as we suspected before. If we process it or extract Haron’s essence, we can even suppress the pain of the Painter’s disease.”

“Yes, I know.”

Carina Leopold answered matter-of-factly.

Her eyes were serene, as though she would accept whatever words fell from Periel’s lips.

Periel tensed, clenching and unclenching his fists before his expression hardened with resolve.

“What I’m about to tell you may come as quite a shock.”

He spoke with a grave countenance.

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