One Hundred Years As An Extra Chapter 183

Could I say that his ti was short compared to the one hundred years I went through?

I couldn’t know which was more painful. Even though I only wandered around for a brief mont to look for Walter, the dium, I couldn’t forget the chilling sensation I felt. It was aningless to compare this horror to my hundred years.

“Do you rember the person who ca to you?” I said, trying to get to the matter at hand.

“I rember.”

He rose from his seat and took out a scroll from a drawer from the other side of the drawing room and held it out to . Two portraits were revealed when I opened the scroll.

“These are the faces of the people who ca to find ,” he said.

I beca quiet for a while. “Did you draw this in advance?” I asked.

“Once I realized that I had been deceived, I thought soone would eventually co to save Hoiore. I drew this so I wouldn’t forget them… It’s lacking, but for who’s only been living in this mansion… painting is my specialty.”

His smile looked dimr, so I rolled the portraits up without another word. I put it into my bag so it wouldn’t get crushed then drank so cold tea.

“As for the Countes…” he suddenly turned to , “how long were you in ti magic? I heard that the ti magic in Acrab only lasted for a day… Being here made think about it. Perhaps ti in this place flows differently from the outside.”

I smiled at him. “The esteed son of Hoiore is smart,” I said, nodding.

“You can just call Walter. Aren’t we both comrades of ti magic?”

He said it like a joke, but I couldn’t find humor in it. Calling us comrades of ti magic… it was a ridiculous thing to say. Walter seed to have realized the sa way when he saw my forlorn expression. He cleared his throat.

“I’m sorry. It wouldn’t have been a good mory.”

Walter who had cried out his sorrows and secrets finally was more at ease than before. I couldn’t bla him. I spoke in a similar conversationalist tone.

“Everyone asked how I was able to stay sane, but they didn’t ask how long I spent in it. You’re the second person to ask this directly,” I said.

“Who was the first?” he asked curiously.

“It was my master.”

“Ah…” Walter nodded silently, as if he rembered that I was a disciple of the great wizard Kaichen.

I didn’t know what ca over , but I blurted, “I spent a hundred years.”

“… What?”

“I spent a hundred years in Acrab’s ti magic.”

“…That…”

“It’s hard to believe, right?” I said, words ca spilling out of my mouth the next second, “‘Tomorrow’ doesn’t co and ‘today’ repeats itself like a reset button no matter what I did. I spent a hundred years without growing old or dying.”

“…..”

“Have you ever tried to die here?” I asked.

Walter flinched in surprise, his eyes widened in shock. Then, he slowly shook his head.

Of course, I smiled bitterly. Walter, who had stopped ti to live, would never do sothing like commit suicide. No matter how painful he felt, he wanted to live. He wanted to live and see his beloved, even if it was just one more ti.

I seed to have scared him so I continued in a relatively light tone. “It’s ti magic… Everything would stop the mont it activated. But have you thought that you would die if you were wounded enough?”

Walter remained silent.

“I thought ti magic itself was difficult to interpret, but a person wouldn’t know unless they tried it.”

Smiling, I put my teacup down. The air from the fireplace ward up the drawing room and made feel drowsy.

“Walter, I’m soone who’s lived the sa day for a hundred years. Unlike you, I really wanted to die during that long ti,” I said. “But now, I don’t want to die. Not anymore. I have a reason now. I can understand why you would also fight to live.”

There was a sharp intake of breath. Walter turned his gaze down and sobbed. Perhaps it was from relief that soone who finally understood his feelings finally appeared after three months of blaming himself.

I leaned back comfortably on the sofa, giving Walter ti. Kaichen would’ve nagged to sit upright. I smiled at the thought. However, to see him, I needed to solve this problem first. I muttered to myself as I leaned my head back and stared at the antique ceiling.

“Everyone from the northern territory is gathered here in this city, right?” I said.

Walter hiccuped. “… You knew about it?” he asked .

“All the private houses I saw on the way here were empty.”

Walter stayed silent before speaking weakly. “If this magic is destroyed, then I… will die.”

“That’s true…”

However, if it wasn’t destroyed, then the people of the North were similarly dood to a life like this. Walter knew that, and he continued to suffer in conflict with himself.

“I’m not saying you have to sacrifice yourself for them,” I said, looking at him resolutely.

“…Why? Didn’t you say you ca to save the city?” he asked.

“I had the sa experience as you.”

“…..”

“The decision is up to you. If you’re going to continue this magic, you’ll have to be prepared to bear the guilt. If you’re going to destroy it, you’ll have to be prepared to die.”