Limited Extra Time - Chapter 144

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Epilogue

What did you say you were doing?

Getting married. Bring a dowry and come watch.

Are you out of your mind? What on earth did you do to someone who just woke up yesterday!

I proposed. Is there a problem with that?

Millaiyen, who had habitually reached for a cigarette to place between his lips, let out a groan and crumpled it into the ashtray.

At the sight, Periel’s mouth fell open in shock.

So you’re quitting smoking now?

I never enjoyed it in the first place.

Millaiyen answered with a sidelong glance at Periel. He had decided not to smoke inside Leopold Manor except when heading out to battle.

When I get worked up, I lose control a bit.

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Millaiyen replied matter-of-factly.

There were rare occasions when he caught the scent of blood or encountered those who infuriated him to his very core.

It was merely a precaution to avoid needlessly taking lives—not something he genuinely enjoyed.

When are you planning to marry?

This month?

Are you insane?

I wanted to make it grand, but Carina Leopold said she didn’t want that. She said she wanted to spend more time with me. She said time was too precious to waste.

He spoke with unmistakable pride, and Millaiyen’s relaxed lips curved into a gentle arc. Periel, who had been quietly observing him, let out a hollow laugh through his parted lips.

“You’re infatuated. Does it really please you that much?”

“Why would I dislike it? I’ve become the possession of the person I’ve longed for.”

First he claimed she was his, and now he says he’s hers. Periel exhaled a sigh as if at a loss for words.

Yet he looks happy.

That was enough. Seeing her alive and well brought him peace of mind.

“When are you leaving? You can’t stay here indefinitely.”

“Ah, you mentioned there’s someone who uses teleportation miracles. I’ve been going back and forth to handle matters, so don’t worry about it.”

“No, I mean get out.”

At Millaiyen’s words, Periel swallowed his hollow laugh.

Get out? What a way to put it. It sounded as though he was saying he was no longer needed now that his business was done. In any case, nothing had changed from the old days to now.

Doesn’t it sound like you’re saying there isn’t one? Anyway, nothing has changed between then and now.

Millaiyen Pestellio stood up at the sight of Periel Kalos tilting his teacup.

Where?

“It’s time for Carina Leopold to wake up.”

“Yeah, go on then…”

At Millaiyen’s words, Periel waved his hand wearily.

He slowly tilted his teacup. Millaiyen Pestellio slipped out of the Reception Room

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Before leaving, he turned his head slightly.

And… thank you.

The door slammed shut the moment the words left his lips.

Periel Kalos froze mid-sip, his teacup tilted halfway to his lips. A few drops of tea spilled precariously from the rim.

…Well, I’ve lived long enough to hear gratitude from that man.

His voice dripped with bewilderment, yet his expression had softened into something almost serene.

Periel Kalos sank deeper into the sofa with a pleased expression, the delicate fragrance of tea suffusing the Reception Room.

Carina, I’m awake… me…?

Millaiyen, who had just opened the door to enter, went rigid.

Oh, you’re here.

Millaiyen?

The scene before him was nothing like what he had imagined.

A muscular, middle-aged man with reddish-brown hair was holding Carina Leopold in his embrace.

And there she was, nestled in his arms, smiling with an expression of unexpected comfort.

Millaiyen’s face darkened in an instant.

…Carina, no matter what, you’re already being unfaithful?

What?

Carina Leopold countered, her tone bewildered.

Millaiyen, seeing her eyes widen in confusion, strode forward and pulled her away from the man’s arms. He then held her close and glared at the man with golden eyes.

No, Millaiyen. What strange thoughts are you having? This is Ajidahaka. He’s a Dragon, and you’ve met him before, haven’t you?

…Ajidahaka? That Dragon?

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No matter how I examined what stood before me, it was unmistakably human.

A middle-aged man with a substantial build, bronze-toned skin, and reddish-brown hair.

Though he emanated an extraordinary presence, there was nothing about him that felt remotely draconic.

The sheer musculature suggested that the slightest touch would send Carina Leopold flying a good ten meters. Millaiyen’s eyes grew noticeably sharper.

He immediately positioned himself between the visitor and her, shielding her completely.

Hadn’t Ajidahaka, that Dragon, been capable of speaking only the ancient tongue?

“You were nowhere to be found when I needed you. What brings you here now?”

“It was my master who resurrected me. Should my master perish, what do you suppose would become of me—one brought back by her blessing?”

…

Ajidahaka had made considerable effort to replenish his magical power.

He consumed the byproducts of the magical energy he had shed, minimized his body’s functions to their lowest threshold, and retreated into a suitable hiding place. With her death, he fell into slumber alongside her.

Had they not revived her before all the magical power Ajidahaka had accumulated dissipated entirely, he would have become nothing more than some colossal mountain range once again.

Yet her resurrection succeeded, and while she lived, Ajidahaka observed the transformed world around him. In doing so, he learned language, and consequently could now speak the modern tongue as well.

“My strength and the blessing my master received likely collided with one another, requiring considerable time for my body to adapt. But I’m relieved to have emerged unscathed.”

“Thank you for your help.”

“The gratitude is mine. Thanks to you, I’ve been granted an unexpected opportunity to witness the world anew. I came to express my thanks.”

Ajidahaka took a sweeping step forward. Observing Millaiyen, who stood alert like a beast with fur bristling on end, Ajidahaka

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let out a hearty laugh.

Then, as if it were beneath him, he reached out and tousled Millaiyen’s hair.

“Haha! Your dedication to protecting your companion is truly admirable.”

“…”

Millaiyen’s brow furrowed.

If this wasn’t humiliation, then what could possibly be called humiliation?

Not once in his existence had he ever been treated this way. And yet

strangely, it didn’t feel entirely unpleasant.

“The time granted to my master would be but a fleeting moment to me, and not so long for humans either.”

Ajidahaka spoke while meeting Millaiyen’s crimson gaze.

“Yet if you have chosen the path you walk, do not release your grip. A blessed artist yearns for love—at first, winning their heart comes easily—but once disappointed, they never look back at another person again.”

Once disappointed, they lose themselves

in their art.

Then it matters not what becomes of any other human. Consumed by art, they cease to see people at all.

“But occasionally, there are individuals like yourself—beings who burrow into another’s heart without hesitation.”

At Ajidahaka’s words, Millaiyen pressed his lips firmly together.

Ajidahaka patted his shoulder as if in commendation, then stepped back. In his eyes, the two of them had already become

as solid as stone. They would not easily shatter.

“I think I shall depart now, but I noticed a Magical Beast down below. Would it be acceptable if I took it with me? It is a creature that would die if its master dies, much like myself.”

“…Ah, if Herta says it’s fine, then it’s fine.”

Carina nodded.

Ajidahaka nodded in agreement.

He embraced both of them once, then leaped out through the window.

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A heavy thud echoed from outside.

“That’s absolutely reckless.”

“Indeed. He’s quite spirited. But about that wind comment… he knows what he said, doesn’t he?”

“….”

Millaiyen’s lips sealed shut like a clam.

Though he’d meant it half as a jest, the shock was undeniably real. His eyes darted about in disarray.

“I love you.”

He spoke quickly and pressed his lips to hers.

“How is your body?”

“It’s good. Ajidahaka said my body should be in better condition than before. He told me there are no health concerns, so I shouldn’t worry.”

“…Is that truly so?”

Millaiyen scooped her up and sat her on the bed as he spoke.

Her body remained light, her flesh still soft. His expression darkened.

“Yes, so we can travel too.”

“Then let’s go see the Sea. You said you wanted to see it, didn’t you?”

“I want to go to the Winter Mountain Range too. Ajidahaka said I’d be amazed if I went there.”

At Carina’s words, Millaiyen nodded. He wanted to give her everything. He wanted to go anywhere and do anything with her that he hadn’t done before.

Carina Leopold pressed her lips against Millaiyen’s nape.

It was something he always did to her. His eyes widened noticeably.

“And… I can do other things besides kissing.”

“…What?”

Carina Leopold wrapped her arms around Millaiyen’s neck and pulled him closer. The trembling at the corners of her eyes and the quivering of her fingertips naturally drew his gaze.

Millaiyen let out a low chuckle

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and soon licked her lips lightly before sliding his tongue inside.

Carina Leopold’s back touched the bed. Millaiyen, positioned above her, explored the inside of her mouth slowly while gauging her condition.

After a brief kiss, he pulled away from her.

“You seem so fragile that I lack confidence.”

“…I told you I’ve recovered.”

“Yes, I know, but…”

Millaiyen smiled bitterly.

The image of her former self still overlapped in his mind. Even though she had recovered, he couldn’t truly believe it. As if sensing his hesitation, Carina Leopold’s brow furrowed slightly.

“This is enough for today.”

Millaiyen drew Carina Leopold into his embrace as he spoke.

The warmth of her body and the sensation of her nestling perfectly against his chest—everything felt right.

He wished this moment would last forever.

“Let’s have the wedding at the end of this month.”

“…So, the end of this month, then?”

“Do you dislike it?”

“No, I’m happy whenever….”

“Then let’s do it that way.”

Bathed in cascading sunlight, the two of us tumbled across the plush bed.

Millaiyen pressed his lips against my body and neck repeatedly—an affectionate gesture born of overwhelming tenderness.

“At this rate, we’ll end up looking alike.”

“You won’t.”

I burst into delighted laughter. He swiftly pressed his lips against mine. Millaiyen’s eyes narrowed with desire.

“So you really won’t do anything? Spending the entire day in bed like this…?”

“You, truly…!”

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A groan escaped Millaiyen’s lips as he immediately stole mine.

With one hand, he unfastened the buttons of his shirt while looming over me, baring his teeth in a predatory smile.

“This is your doing.”

“Of course. Millaiyen is mine, after all.”

His body trembled at my words.

Like a beast unleashed, he descended upon me. It was a radiant spring afternoon.

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