One Hundred Years As An Extra Chapter 9

Mickey couldn’t go out of the house because he was weak and always needed expensive dicine. So, even though Mimi’s salary wasn’t that little, they still had to live poorly. And just recently, she had heard Mickey wasn’t feeling well… In fact, with this condition, the child would only last about a week at most.

Naturally, the dicine that could save the child costs a lot of money, so Mimi had no choice but to suffer in despair. The reason why Mickey’s condition worsened was because of Dalia, who had fired all servants from the mansion. Fired from her position as a maid and now jobless, Mimi couldn’t earn money to pay for dicine, and as a result, Mickey’s condition deteriorated rapidly.

I don’t have Dalia’s mories. But don’t people usually absorb all the mories of the person they transmigrated into at tis like this?! D*mn you Dalia, I’m running around trying to clean up the ss you made

It feels unfair, but there was nothing I could do. Because I was Dalia now.

Mimi was a sweet and good maid. She was always diligent, frugal, and a woman who loved her younger brother. Dalia seed to have liked her quite a bit, too. Because she gave her generous severance pay when she was fired. Of course, that was also sothing I overheard while listening to Las, who runs a restaurant and bar at the sa ti.

I wandered the bleak, small front yard in front of Mimi’s house.

“Miss…..?” The occupant, who had opened the door with swollen eyes, was certainly surprised with my unannounced visit.

“Hello.”

After I waved awkwardly, Mimi pursed her lips and teared up. She was quite a miserable sight.

While I was trapped in ti magic, I had spied Mimi countless of tis through the cracks in the window, holding her brother’s hand and crying. And over that long period, I’ve managed to save Mickey countless tis. It has co to the point that I’ve beco proficient with it and I can now treat him even with my eyes closed.

The library of the Acrab was very spacious and enormous. Such knowledge was made possible by the nurous master craftsn who lived in Acrab. It is even rumored to be comparable to that of the Imperial Palace Library of the Kalhai Empire. And because I had more than enough ti trapped in ti magic… I had read all the books in the library of Acrab.

“Miss, how did you…”

Mimi quickly wiped the tears that fell from her face and ran towards to open the gate. Of course, I was able to jump over the gate that was only about up to my waist, but…

“I heard Mickey’s health got worse?”

“For m-miss to co here…’

Mimi couldn’t finish her sentence. Still, she didn’t resent . Because I gave her a lot of severance pay when she was fired, so she probably had enough money to live until she could get a new job. However, Mimi had entrusted Mickey to a ‘skillful’ doctor, gave him all of her severance pay, and of course, only realized it too late it had all been a scam.

When a person is forced to a corner, they are bound to overthink. Rather than resenting the fraud doctor, she thought it would have been better if she hadn’t been fired from her job in the first place. Mimi blad Dalia like that.

But I soon learned that Dalia’s reason for firing all the people in the mansion was to pay the taxes herself, instead of the people living in her territory. When the maids and other servants who blad Dalia knew about this, they were overco with sha for their unfair resentnt for their old master.

So now, Mimi welcod but she couldn’t make eye contact properly. Although she didn’t resent now, her past actions had made her feel ashad towards .

But of course, such one-sided dismissal is bound to be an object of resentnt.

I understood the minds of people like Mimi. Especially, when the generous severance pay was swindled, she would have needed soone to bla. Dalia was a gambler and a drunkard, a good enough subject for resentnt. The only thing Dalia, despite being a trainwreck, did well was paying taxes on behalf of people who lived on her territory.

“There was so dicine left in the mansion so I brought it here. It might be able to save Mickey.”

I bowed my head and wrapped my arm around Mimi’s back, and asked her to go inside. She tried to say sothing with her round eyes and slightly trembling mouth, but I opened the door and went into the room where Mickey was. How many tis do you think I’ve been here? Even without guidance, I knew where Mickey’s room was.

Seeing Mickey exhaling hot breaths with a pale complexion as if he would lose air soon, I smiled. I have experienced nurous failures to save this young boy. And everyti, it was agonizing to see Mickey suffering from dicine’s failure, even though I knew he would return to his original state when the day resets.

It was almost like a human experint, but I wanted to save this child. I couldn’t dwell too much on whether my way had been humane or not. Else, I would be driven to insanity.

If soone asked how I was after being trapped for a hundred years, could I proudly say, ‘I haven’t gone mad?’

There were many things I didn’t want to recall during that period of ti; I’ve done a lot of horrible things that I couldn’t tell others.

When a person’s loneliness reaches its peak, they beco vicious. Just as Mimi blad instead of the quack doctor, I, too, also reasoned that I needed an object to bla and vent my anger on.

“Miss…?”

The terrible mories I wanted to hide have been a fraction of a hundred years, but they brought to a big change: I no longer felt human emotions like being ‘humane’. I just pretend to feel it. Like helping Angel or saving Mickey.

As mories I had buried deeper than the darkness of the abyss began to slip from the abscess of my mind, Mimi’s call brought back to my senses.