Limited Extra Time - Chapter 167

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The Countdown of an Extra

A long romance fantasy novel by Ja Eun-hyang

The Countdown of an Extra

Side Story Chapter 23

Millaiyen moved slowly, his arm holding the sword hanging limply at his side. His crimson eyes gleamed with a piercing light.

He opened the door to the Banquet Hall and entered, then deliberately blocked the exit.

Millaiyen shattered a chair with ease, wedged it between the door handles to seal it shut, then swung his blade with casual grace.

“W-what in blazes are you doing! Duke Pestellio!”

“Cleaning.”

Hearing Millaiyen’s quiet response,

Ajidahaka snatched a wine glass from a servant’s hand and settled himself casually against the Terrace railing.

He fixed his gaze on Millaiyen, who moved with the silence of a predator.

‘…Hmm, so he truly does bear the blessing of the God of War.’

Given how soft and yielding he usually acted, I had doubted whether this man truly carried the blessing of that mad war god, but seeing him now, he was nothing short of savage.

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For the first time in a long while, Ajidahaka felt his skin grow cold at that tingling sensation.

Ajidahaka tilted his glass and recalled Carina Leopold, whose rampage had ultimately unleashed her power.

‘The poison I had carefully contained has ruptured…’

It would not be long before the dam broke entirely.

I had hastily arranged for repairs, but that was all I could do. Even so, her abilities had grown during this time. They could now manifest without her needing to paint.

In other words, her imagination had become the painting itself.

But to speak coldly, the poison’s collapse had merely been accelerated by a very small margin.

It had been precarious from the start. The timeframe had simply been shortened by at most a week to a month.

The sound of something being struck down mercilessly

seized Ajidahaka’s eyes in crimson.

He slowly lifted his head from his thoughts and gazed upon the descended demon.

The nobility, their expressions frozen in shock, could not even muster a scream and stood motionless, trembling.

Millaiyen slowly blinked his eyes.

“You wretches… you will come to bitterly regret allowing that filthy thing to set foot in this place.”

Millaiyen, his eyes wide with fury, kicked the dead man’s head aside and lifted his gaze.

His voice was ominous and profound. No one dared speak a word beneath the weight of his seething rage.

Even the Emperor fell silent, momentarily dazed by the spectacle.

“How dare the Heretic Sect attempt to steal what is mine. Your family will bear the price of that transgression.”

His blade pierced the sharp marble

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“What you sought to protect will die by my hand, and your pitiful lives will be worth no more than the body of an ant.”

Rage dripped relentlessly.

Anger dripped away.

Some collapsed under a killing intent so overwhelming that none dared approach. In a silence where even breathing seemed forbidden, no one could move.

‘…That’s…the Northern Territory’s….’

The gatekeeper of the Northern Territory. A monster even the Emperor himself would not touch.

Those who had glimpsed the Sentinel’s true nature could do nothing but stand frozen in place.

“You touched what should never be touched. How dare you… how dare you…!”

His entire being radiated fury.

“…You wretches dared to touch my life.”

She was his life.

His only breath, his entire world itself.

Nothing could replace her, and nothing else held such value for him.

Even left alone, she would wither slowly—and yet, how dare they… how dare they….

Millaiyen’s face, as he gripped his sword until his knuckles turned white, held nothing but rage and despair.

How dare worthless things touch her and her child.

The only thing that composed his world, the name he had built after so long—petty greed had shattered it all.

A broken vessel would never mend, no matter how much time passed. The world he had barely held together would crumble, piece by piece.

So he too must take something that could never be returned, something irreversible.

Nothing could hold such value… at the very least, he must take something of equal

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magnitude.

Millaiyen strode through the nobles, his sword rising high as he stopped before someone.

The terrified man let out a strange, strangled cry and collapsed to the ground.

The trembling man scrambled backward on his seat, but Millaiyen closed the distance in a single stride.

“P-please, spare me! I didn’t know you were someone I couldn’t touch…!”

His plea came out as a wail, but Millaiyen said nothing in response.

His blade cut through the air in a diagonal arc—a movement devoid of hesitation or emotion.

He gazed down at the corpse as one might regard a slab of meat.

Thud. Squelch. Thud.

Millaiyen drove his blade into the already-lifeless body again and again.

Even the Emperor, who had always known Millaiyen to exercise perfect restraint and maintain his principles, was momentarily at a loss for words at this complete reversal.

He had never witnessed such an unraveling before. Millaiyen saw nothing anymore.

This was neither punishment nor execution. It was pure instinct—the hunt for prey. He resembled nothing so much as a beast driven mad.

“Duke Pestellio, you’ve crossed the line.”

The Emperor spoke in a measured tone.

At the Emperor’s words, Millaiyen thrust the blade into the corpse a few more times before finally ceasing his movements.

The corpse was truly nothing but meat now. Not a single intact part remained.

“…And so.”

Millaiyen’s voice emerged low and measured as he replied slowly.

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His gaze, which had been fixed upon the corpse below, rose gradually. That cold stare showed no exception, even for the Emperor.

“What would you have me do? For treason, is this not a rather modest price, Your Majesty?”

He barely managed to exercise restraint.

No matter how poorly one distinguished between public and private matters, attacking the Emperor was not a wise choice.

He had already committed to memory every trembling figure in the hall, quivering like aspen leaves.

“Duke Pestellio.”

“Your Majesty, unless you intend to personally step forward and disembowel these wretches before me, I suggest you remain seated.”

The chilling words drew sharp intakes of breath from all corners of the Banquet Hall.

It was audacious beyond measure to address the Emperor in such a manner, yet simultaneously terrifying.

They could not help but wonder what manner of woman he had married.

What had transformed him into something so utterly inhuman.

The Emperor pressed his forehead with his hand. Millaiyen’s gaze swept slowly across the Banquet Hall once more.

No one dared to meet his eyes.

“As you wished, from this day forward, no Heretic Sect member shall draw breath upon This Land.”

The music in the Banquet Hall ceased, and no one dared to speak.

Among the nobility, someone’s body trembled like aspen leaves—Millaiyen missed not a single one.

What followed was nothing short of a massacre. Those who fled attempted to hurl themselves from the Terrace, only to find Ajidahaka standing guard there with a smiling face.

Occasionally, when Millaiyen made an error in judgment, the Pope would shake his head and correct him.

Yet for the most part, Millaiyen’s choices were sound, and there were few instances where the Pope needed to intervene.

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Nearly ten nobles had already fallen. Soon after, Millaiyen slowly walked toward the next man.

Nearly ten members of the Nobility had already died. Soon after, Millaiyen Pestellio slowly walked toward the next man.

It was the Negative Count who had first introduced him to the Cult Leader.

“There is nothing more I need to say.”

“I apologize, I apologize…. I only sought to save my daughter…!”

“You will see that daughter soon enough.”

“Y-Your Excellency… Please, spare only my daughter!”

“If your daughter had been precious to you…”

The grinding sound of teeth clenching echoed through the silent Banquet Hall.

“You should not have laid a hand on my daughter.”

Millaiyen’s blade moved.

He slowly drove his sword into the man’s heart.

As the blade parted his ribs, the Negative Count could not resist and gasped in ragged breaths.

“Please….”

The sword pierced deep into his heart.

He swiftly withdrew the blade and slashed horizontally across the man’s neck.

Before the body could fall, the head flew away once more.

Millaiyen lightly kicked the corpse of the Negative Count rolling across the floor, then sheathed his blood-and-flesh-stained sword.

The Emperor, who had been observing the situation, pressed his hand to his forehead.

caught on.

He had never anticipated so many nobles would be connected to the Heretic Sect. And he certainly had not expected all of them to be executed. Right before his eyes, no less.

“Do you realize you have overstepped your bounds, Duke Pestellio?”

The Emperor opened his mouth with a stern voice, though he showed no intention of stopping him.

Millaiyen blinked slowly, his expression more composed than before.

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“Once this matter is resolved, we return to the Northern Territory.”

“You mean to withdraw?”

“And for the next three years, the doors remain sealed. Neither supplies nor people should dare set foot upon my lands.”

“Duke.”

“Your Majesty, my wife… she has little time remaining. Not as much as you and I possess.”

At the grinding sound of teeth clenched in anguish, the Emperor’s breath caught.

The hourglass that had been paused finally began to flow once more.

Millaiyen murmured in a voice laden with despair, slowly lowering his head. So he intended to destroy everything and barricade himself in the Northern Territory.

“If there are urgent matters to settle, send word to Leopold Manor. And… their families must be punished equally to treason, as you have decreed.”

“….”

“Then I shall take my leave.”

Millaiyen bowed lightly.

He turned his steps toward Ajidahaka. In the Banquet Hall, where the stench of blood hung heavy, not a single person maintained an unshaken expression.

“Will you go with him?”

“Yes.”

“In all my years, I never thought I’d carry a grown man on my back, but it’s been a while since I’ve felt anger myself… I’ll grant this exception.”

Ajidahaka hurled his cup to the ground and rose against the railing.

He threw himself lightly over the railing, and moments later, a violent gust of wind swept through. Screams erupted from outside.

A colossal crimson dragon blazed its eyes a brilliant golden yellow and exhaled a powerful snort.

Millaiyen ascended lightly onto its back. The ferocious beast’s gaze swept slowly across the interior of the Banquet Hall before it shattered through the Terrace and soared high into the sky.

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A tremendous roar reverberated across the entire Capital. Two monsters vanished high into the heavens.

Though I had already been briefed on this, witnessing it with my own eyes left me unable to suppress my astonishment.

The Emperor ultimately lost all words at the aftermath that remained his burden to handle.

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