One Hundred Years As An Extra

e of documents in his hands.
“Your Highness! Where are you going?”

“Bart! I need to be away for a while.
Can you do me a favor this once?”

“Nooo, I can’t!” exclaimed Bart.
But Julius patted him on the shoulder and walked out of the room.

“I trust you with everything in my absence,” said Julius with a friendly smile.

“Your Highness! No! Please…”

Ignoring Bart’s cries, Julius stopped the guard who followed him and left the imperial palace on his own.
Usually, royalties weren’t allowed to leave the palace without a guard, but he was Julius, the Crown Prince.
He had had a rough childhood and he wandered around freely as a disciple of Matabju.
He was strong and capable and didn’t need a guard.
He had appeared out of nowhere and pushed aside the Crown Princess to take her position.
Julius was that kind of a person.

Leaving the Imperial Palace, Julius took out the parchment Kaichen had given him and tore it.
It would teleport him to Kaichen’s private residence.
There were only two ways to reach Kaichen’s home: either memorize the winding ways through the forests and travel on foot, or use the parchment given by Kaichen.

The house was different.
A bench had been placed in the desolate yard and a new vegetable garden was the recent addition.
It was a house where an old mage could rest his feet and recover.
Julius smiled.
He recalled Kaichen would never take the effort to do this.

It seemed the seeds were just sprouting and somebody had put some effort in beautifying the garden.
Julius stroked his chin, deep in thought.
Only someone talented and skilled in farming could have done so much to make this dilapidated house in the middle of nowhere look like a home.

He felt a presence in the doorway.
Julius had thought it might be Kaichen who had come out annoyed by him tearing the parchment that he had given Julius for emergencies.
However, the door did not open.
He heard a thump. Did Countess Alshine do something to harm Kaichen? He wondered.

His imagination ran wild even though he knew Kaichen could take care of himself.
He pushed the door open.
If Countess Alshine had really joined with the Momalhauts, she must have many tricks up her sleeve to best Kaichen.

However, it wasn’t Kaichen that he saw when he stepped in.
Black hair and a lean body.
A tall woman who was so skinny that the feet poking out of her nightgown looked painfully frail.
She was on the floor, groaning.
It was pitiful to see.

“Countess Alshine?” he called.
Countess Alshine was the only woman in the Empire who had black hair as dark as night.
It could be no other.
She had collapsed on the ground.
He approached her confused and worried.