The Male Leads Were Stolen By The Extra [EN]: Chapter 12

Selonia slowly turned her head to face forward.

As soon as she lifted her gaze, she met the red eyes that were arrogantly fixed on her as he sat with legs crossed.

Selonia’s shoulders flinched involuntarily.

Just looking at him brought back chilling memories.

“Why, why are you here?”

“Because I saved you.”

“Then I can go back now…”

“Well, I need to collect the debt you owe me first.”

“I’ll give you enough. Name your price.”

“You know me.”

“……”

Selonia’s mouth snapped shut at the sudden, unprovoked statement.

He was staring straight at her with those cold red eyes, never once looking away, as if trying to see through her.

“Have you seen me before?”

“Of course not. I’m meeting you for the first time today.”

Selonia answered calmly this time to the repeated questioning.

She didn’t know why he was asking her about his existence, but that was all she could say.

“Then why were you so surprised when you saw me? As if you’ve seen me before. You said, ‘How are you still alive?'”

His red eyes, like a yaksha [a fierce, demonic figure in Hindu and Buddhist mythology], gleamed tenaciously and fiercely, as if determined to drag out her inner thoughts.

‘Damn it. Did I say something like that…’

She must have blurted out a lot of nonsense in her shock.

A cold sweat trickled down her spine at his gaze, which cornered her with no escape.

Nevertheless, Selonia tried to maintain an unperturbed expression and answered brazenly.

“I mistook you for someone else.”

“I have no memory.”

“……”

“But it seems like you know something about me.”

Selonia was confused by the unexpected confession.

‘So, is that why he’s obsessed with who he is?’

‘Or is it because the Demon King, who should have died, didn’t, and the male leads changed?’

No, no. That’s too unfounded a speculation. Let’s not go that far.

Because I don’t want to be pathetic again.

“You’ve got the wrong person. I don’t know.”

“You don’t know me.”

His face suddenly turned cold.

The same answer came back like a parrot, even after she had revealed her inner thoughts. But she couldn’t back down.

He opened his mouth again, his eyes flashing coldly.

“So, you’re not going to say it until the end. But I need to know about the ‘me’ you know.”

“I really don’t know!”

“Is that so?”

The moment an unsettling smile bloomed on his face, Selonia felt a chill down her spine.

And that feeling was right on target.

“Huh…”

Saying ‘this is ridiculous’ would be an understatement for the situation she was in now.

Selonia clenched her fist tightly as she opened her mouth at the absurd sight before her.

“Hey.”

“Because I have no memory.”

The man said brazenly as he lay down on the sofa.

He even casually placed his long legs, sticking out, on the table next to the sofa.

He looked as comfortable as if he were in his own living room.

“What does that have to do with anything now?”

“I have nowhere else to go, so I have no choice but to stay here.”

Selonia’s head throbbed at his chuckling voice.

The Beast of the Night, or whatever he was, was not only the Demon King but also sticking to my house.

Could this be happening to me?

“Get out now. Unless you want to be dragged out by the guards.”

At that moment, he raised the corner of his smooth mouth and suddenly snapped his fingers.

Whoosh.

A fist-sized spark blazed in the air between the two.

The spark moved like a musical note, following the movements of his outstretched finger as if it were a baton.

The spark stopped precariously in front of the velvet window curtain.

If it went just one centimeter closer, the curtain would burst into flames and become a fuse, burning the entire room to ashes.

“How many of these sparks do you think I can make?”

“……”

“Enough to cover this whole house.”

“Hey… !”

“What do you think I’ll do to the humans who try to drag me out?”

“That’s…”

“The front yard is big. I guess I could bury them there.”

He said those chilling words with a smile.

So, he was saying that he would kill anyone who tried to force him out.

This was a clear threat and warning, to tell him the truth.

In the end, Selonia despaired and covered her head.

She just wanted to cry.

As someone who had experienced the Demon King, she knew how powerful he was.

She didn’t want to get involved.

She just wanted him to disappear from her sight as soon as possible.

Besides, back then, four people struggled to defeat one Demon King, but now she was alone.

The thought of fighting back didn’t even cross her mind. That would be suicide.

“So tell me. About the ‘me’ you know. And about you too.”

“Ugh, I really don’t know…”

She buried her face in her hands with a sigh of despair.

She had nothing to say to him.

Even if she did, how could she bring herself to say it?

‘You are the Demon King, and I am the savior who killed you.’

‘Why isn’t she saying anything?’

While she was frustrated and waiting for another threat, silence lasted for several seconds.

In the meantime, she wondered if he had set a fire and quickly raised her head.

Fortunately, the spark was still blazing in place.

However, he was just staring at her intently and persistently, as if trying to gauge the truth.

“I have plenty of time.”

As if he had made up his mind, he extinguished the fire he had been floating in the air and stood up.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

Startled by his sudden action, she leaned back against the sofa as if she would break it.

With a height of about 190 centimeters [approximately 6 feet 3 inches], he was intimidating just by standing up from a sitting position.

His solid and massive physique, which overwhelmed people in an instant, was like a wild bear.

“Tsk. I don’t bite.”

He frowned at her shrinking figure.

He didn’t like the attitude of making him out to be a rogue when he hadn’t done anything… unless he *had* done something.

He looked at her with dissatisfaction and then approached the glass window that occupied one side of the reception room.

“You know.”

He opened his mouth again, taking in the garden at a glance.

“Your father told me to stay as long as I want.”

Selonia was so surprised that she almost bit her tongue.

Did her father know what this man was and let him into the house!

“I can’t refuse his kindness.”

“You can refuse…”

“No. I can’t.”

She timidly protested, but it didn’t work at all.

“If you don’t like it, tell me what you know. Then I have no reason to stay here.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Okay. I’ll look forward to it—to see how long you can keep your mouth shut.”

Listening to his chuckling laughter, Selonia stared blankly at the air with unfocused eyes.

It was clear that God had a grudge against her. Otherwise, there was no way she could be screwed over like this in such a short period of time.

* * *

Drip, drip.

The sound of water droplets echoing through the basement filled the air.

The dark basement, like a thick fog, was damp and humid, and the walls were completely wet.

Creak.

The tightly closed basement door opened with a sharp sound that was painful to the eardrums. The person who opened the door dragged a black robe and walked inside.

Splash, splash.

The wet sound echoing through the basement with each step added to the eerie atmosphere.

The water that splashed from the puddles here and there wet the end of the robe, but the person didn’t care, as if it were a familiar occurrence.

The legs, moving without hesitation, went up two steps and stopped on the platform.

Right in front of where the feet stopped, there was an altar that came up to a person’s waist.

The hand that slipped out from the robe carefully stroked the cold altar, as if handling something very precious, so affectionate.

The altar, made of silver, absorbed all the cold air in the basement and was so cold that it was chilling just to be near it.

The man raised his head.

As if waiting, someone followed.

“How did it go?”

The subordinate who approached faithfully answered the man’s monotonous question.

The subordinate placed a bundle the size of a person on the floor.

Thud.

A heavy noise, as if it weighed a lot, shook the ground and the walls.

The man turned his gaze from the bundle brought by the subordinate and looked at the altar in front of him.

On the jet-black altar, made of an unknown material, there was a large magic circle.

The magic circle had a splendid formula drawn inside a large sphere.

Inside the formula, there were a dozen or so red and small pebbles.

The number was so small that it was impossible to fill the large magic circle.

The man clicked his tongue as if dissatisfied with the current situation, then suddenly flashed his fierce eyes.

“There is a good way to speed things up.”

“Tell me.”

As the subordinate knelt on one knee, the plan flowed from the man’s mouth.