The Male Leads Were Stolen By The Extra [EN]: Chapter 8

“You knew, didn’t you? You chose this knowing, didn’t you, Leyev?”

MacRyan spoke to Leyev, who had fallen silent after checking the newspaper.

The two had just seen the article on the front page of today’s paper.

The engagement announcement of Duke Ian Cherbil and Grace Bennet.

MacRyan knew that Grace and Ian were in love with each other.

He knew, and knowing that, he had decided to stay by her side.

However, it still hurt when he couldn’t even avoid it and had to see it with his own eyes.

“Wow. Really?”

MacRyan turned his head, which had been resting against a tree, at the clear voice ringing in his ears.

In the distance, in the garden, Grace was sitting. She was spending a happy moment with Ian, wearing a beautiful smile.

“Hoo.”

MacRyan let out a deflated breath at his own situation, where he could only watch that scene.

A friend.

He could be by Grace’s side now under the guise of being a friend.

There was a clear, invisible line between them.

A boundary called friendship.

The moment he crossed that line, his relationship with Grace would crumble like a sandcastle.

It was the same reality as with Celonia.

“…Celi.”

Suddenly, Celonia, who had laughed hollowly two days ago, came to mind.

Celonia, who had run into Grace at Roblan.

If Celonia had laid a hand on Grace at that time, he wouldn’t have stood still.

Of course, he understood Celonia’s feelings.

But a person’s heart wasn’t a mountain that stood steadfastly in one place; it was a moving sea.

It was something that couldn’t be stopped from flowing and couldn’t be settled.

He met Grace and realized that firsthand.

He didn’t know what the beginning was.

When he came to his senses, his feelings for Celonia had melted away like snow, and Grace had filled the void.

“I thought you, at least, would stay by Celi’s side.”

MacRyan muttered to himself, facing Leyev, who was still maintaining his silence.

At that time, he was on edge, worried that Celonia would harm Grace, without even thinking about how Celonia felt.

But now, thinking about it again, he was concerned about her being alone.

Because Ian, himself, and even Leyev had all turned their backs on her in an instant.

“A knight’s oath is so light that it can be given out to many people.”

He scoffed and sneered.

Leyev, who had interfered with Celonia and him at every turn, had also betrayed her in the end.

He had acted all noble and steadfast, but it was ridiculous.

“And didn’t Sir MacRyan give his heart to her? Why give it if you were going to take it back?”

Leyev, overwhelmed, couldn’t hold back and raised his voice.

MacRyan had touched the guilt that remained like a burden in his heart.

“What, you little punk? I’m just being true to my feelings right now!”

As expected of his hot-blooded nature, MacRyan grabbed Leyev by the collar.

His golden eyes flickered fiercely, as if he were about to hit Leyev at any moment.

“I am the same.”

Leyev faced MacRyan without batting an eye.

It was meaningless to argue about who was right or wrong here. In the end, they were all the same betrayers.

“If I didn’t have my heart then, Celi would have died.”

MacRyan glared at Leyev’s always annoying, expressionless face before roughly letting go of the collar he was holding.

He wanted to beat that face to a pulp, but he held back, remembering Grace’s request to get along.

“Then you should have protected her until the end. How can you take back your heart now that you’re tired of her?”

“What! I still Celonia… !”

MacRyan, who had been speaking emotionally, stopped, sensing something was wrong.

For a moment, his face was filled with embarrassment.

Celonia…? What’s next?

“MacRyan!”

At that moment, Grace, who had finished talking with Ian, waved at MacRyan and ran towards him.

“Don’t run. You’ll fall.”

Looking at her smile, which was brighter than the sunlight, he stood up from his seat with a gentle expression, as if nothing had happened.

Then, without hesitation, he walked towards Grace.

Under the warm sunlight, his silver hair sparkled.

The gentle yellow eyes in his mysterious and handsome face curved pleasantly.

The confusion from just now had disappeared without a trace.

As if he had never had such worries in the first place.

“…”

Leyev, who had read the confusion in MacRyan’s eyes for a brief moment, was puzzled.

What was that just now?

It was like…

“Sir Leyev, come quickly!”

However, before he could think, Grace’s voice flew again.

She was waving at Leyev, welcoming him to come quickly.

In the end, Leyev couldn’t refuse that gesture and moved his steps, emptying his head.

To Grace Bennet, whom he loved so dearly.

* * *

The original story is over.

Whether it’s a happy ending or a sad ending.

Anyway, she had reached the ending, and the time she was living in now was after the ending.

The novel ended a month after the Demon King’s subjugation, up to the wedding of the two.

This means that there is no more forced original plot.

“Miss, is it really okay for me to eat with you?”

“Of course. Eat as much as you want. Order more if there’s anything you want to eat.”

Celonia comforted Ella, who couldn’t believe it, and gulped down the cocoberry juice in front of her.

She was out at a cafe in the northern district of Montera Street at Ella’s persistent request to change her mood.

Because today, two days after Grace’s ridiculous warning, the engagement announcement of the two was on the front page of the newspaper.

The engagement announcement of a humble young lady from a minor baronial family, whom no one had paid attention to, and Duke Ian, who was always chosen as the number one groom, drew the attention of the world.

It was only natural that people’s attention would be focused on the fact that an insignificant baronial young lady had driven out the existing fiancée, the Duchess Bessin, who was called the golden family, and had taken Duke Cherbil.

“A romance of the century, my foot! Is that newspaper crazy? Isn’t that the newspaper that spouted nonsense last time too!”

“It was.”

She muttered as if it were someone else’s business at Ella’s words, who was furious as if the article had come to mind again.

Because she really didn’t feel any particular emotion.

The article described the meeting between Ian and Grace as a fateful love.

It was as if they had bribed the newspaper. Anyone who didn’t know the circumstances would accept it that way.

But that was only this newspaper.

The rest of the media and public opinion were all on her side, criticizing Ian.

That’s because he had openly cheated on his fiancée, who was known to the public.

Even while his fiancée was collapsing and in critical condition.

What a shameless bastard.

Clearly, Ian, who had a strong sense of pride, would be furious at the articles criticizing him.

He was more sensitive to his reputation than anyone else.

“It’s a shame I can’t see that expression.”

Celonia chuckled and popped a dacquoise [a meringue-based confection] into her mouth.

It was moderately sweet and tasted good.

‘Desserts always make you feel better.’

The leisurely and sweet time was quite to her liking. She even thought it was a good idea to come out.

Except for the fact that all the customers in the cafe were glancing at her to see her expression.

To others, she might seem indifferent, unlike someone who had been dumped.

But she had worked hard on her own for two days to get to this point.

She was almost done organizing her thoughts.

She had no intention of reminiscing about past memories or spending her days in tears, longing for her departed fiancé and sub-male leads.

The camaraderie and sense of fellowship she had built up until now had long been thrown into the trash because of their betrayal.

Once she acknowledged everything, her mind was clear, and her complicated heart was lightened.

Today, only one thought filled her head.

“What should I do now?”

“Aren’t you going to keep going to the clinic?”

Ella asked with a puzzled expression as Celonia twirled her straw with her finger.

“That’s right. But there are still three months left in my leave of absence. I’m going to fill all three months no matter what. A working person has to play when they can.”

Because that is the immutable law of working people.

“Um, then how about shopping?”

“That’s only good for a day or two.”

“Then how about looking around the nearby attractions?”

“I’ve been to most of the places when I was dating, right?”

“Ah… Ah! Then how about traveling?”

“I’m tired of adventure.”

Ella groaned and fell into 고민 [agony/worry in Korean] as everything she said was blocked.

But there was really nothing she could do. She was tired of traveling and adventure.

Just a few months ago, she had fought bloody wars against demons that popped out without warning, rolled down cliffs, and climbed castles.

She had even been covered in sticky demon blood and walked for two days straight.

She still gets angry when she thinks about the hardships she went through at that time.

It was an adventure that she would have died long ago if it weren’t for the protagonist buff.

“Then it would be better to just stay at home.”

“Right? That would be the best, right?”

“Yes.”

Ella shook her head, looking at the face of her lady, who was glowing as if that was the right answer.

‘Yeah. What is there to do.’

The celebration is scheduled for three weeks later, so I’ll just rest at home until then. There’s nothing missing in the Duke’s residence.

Celonia had more than enough money to play and eat.