The Male Leads Were Stolen by the Extra – Chapter 68

Author: lipzoldyck

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Last night.

Tan’s eyebrows twitched as he checked the faces of the two men riding in the carriage.

They were the same ones he had seen earlier in the day.

Sellonia had called that old man the Grand Duke.

He felt like he was chasing the carriage, so he came back to find the energy and it was the carriage the Grand Duke was riding in.

He had been displeased with them since the first time they met.

“I asked. What are you guys? Why are you chasing her? Do you want to die?”

Tan growled as he looked at the two as if he was going to kill them at any moment. Naturally, he thought they were following Sellonia.

Normally, he would have just killed them without asking, but he had become somewhat socialized while living with Sellonia.

So he had given them a chance to make excuses.

“T-That…”

While Kelvin was stuttering, Ius calmed his pounding heart and opened his trembling lips.

“You really don’t remember?”

“What?”

Tan’s face crumpled at the unexpected and odd question.

What are these guys trying to do now?

“You really don’t remember us?”

Ius’s eyes and voice mixed with resentment turned toward Tan.

Tan felt goosebumps all over his body. It was awkward to see an old man with gray hair looking at him with resentful eyes.

However, as he thought over what Ius had said, he found something strange.

When he asked if he remembered, he wasn’t talking about their meeting today.

Judging from their expressions and speech, it seemed as if they had met him a long time ago.

In addition, they must have known each other quite well, as they seemed quite shocked that he didn’t recognize them because I didn’t remember them.

“Do you know me.”

Tan asked them without much expectation.

This was a question he had asked countless times since he lost his memory a few months ago and opened his eyes. And the answer he had received was always the same.

But now it was different.

“I know! It’s all I know! Aren’t you our master, Master!”

Kelvin opened his mouth with a tearful face.

It was touching to see the Master, who he had thought was dead, alive and well, but to lose his memory and not even know who they were.

It was so frustrating.

“…You know. Me.”

Tan’s expression hardened at the unexpected answer.

It was the first time. Someone knew his existence.

I thought no one remembered me, though?

“I really, really missed you. Master!”

Kelvin couldn’t hold it in any longer and ran towards Tan.

“Get away. Do you want to die?”

However, Tan wasn’t going to let it go easily.

He held Kelvin’s forehead firmly enough to make a thud, and kept his distance.

How dare they.

He didn’t even think of giving them a warm hug just because they knew him.

The owner of this embrace was someone else. Not this disgusting man.

“Ugh! I missed you! Such harsh behavior!”

Even after being grabbed by his forehead, Kelvin laughed like a pervert, one would wonder what was good about it.

Because of that, Tan’s expression crumpled to the point where it couldn’t have been more sinister.

“Your Majesty’s loyal subordinate Tom, I’m finally greeting Your Majesty.”

Ius pushed the stern Kelvin back and knelt on one knee to pay his respects.

“I’m greeting Your Majesty.”

Kelvin followed Ius and knelt on one knee to Tan, bowing his head. His eyes narrowed at the strangely familiar word, lord.

“Your Majesty, you’re our master and the lord of the demons…”

Ius took a deep breath in his overwhelming emotions and opened his lips again.

“The deepest darkness that encompasses all dimensions of evil, the great Demon King, Leonhard Caelenus.”

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“…”

Tan closed his eyes in the sudden terror and absentmindedly brushed away the water flowing down his chin with his hand. He had never dreamed that he would be hit with a torrential downpour after asking a question.

The story he heard from them who suddenly appeared last night was truly shocking.

That Grand Duke Ius and Kelvin were actually his subordinates, Tom and Jack. Their true identities were his subordinates disguised as humans, and that he was the Demon King.

Demon King? Demon King. It was a past he had never, ever imagined.

I knew I was special compared to others, but I was the Demon King?

And the one she, a savior, had defeated.

“Ah, I’m sorry. But what’s that all of a sudden…”

Sellonia hurriedly grabbed the napkin on the table and handed it to Tan.

Her mind was in utter confusion.

How should she take this question now? Did her memories come back?

“It’s just.”

Tan took the napkin without any particular discomfort and wiped his face with it.

“It’s just? Just asking?”

Are you expecting me to believe that now?

Sellonia looked at Tan with a suspicious look.

In the weeks they had been together, he had never mentioned the Demon King once. And now, why was he suddenly asking about the Demon King just for that?

Isn’t that too strange?

“Yeah. You defeated him. That’s why everyone calls you the Saviors.”

Tan answered while looking into her eyes.

Her confusion, which couldn’t be hidden, was read naturally. What was she confused about?

A sudden question about the Demon King? Or maybe if he had regained his memories?

He knew this because Maxwell had told him before.

The Four Saviors went out to fight to stop the Demon King who had awakened after 100 years, and Sellonia was one of them.

They eventually defeated the Demon King, then he died. Everyone knew that.

However, he was the Demon King who was said to be dead?

Is it because he had no memory? It didn’t make sense.

But Tan remembered clearly what Sellonia had said to him when he first met her.

[Y-You’re s-supposed to be dead, but how are you alive…!]

She had said that in shock.

Right, it was like seeing someone who was believed to be dead alive. That’s why he thought she knew about himself, who he didn’t remember, and he was stuck here.

[Why is the Master next to that woman? Isn’t that the woman who killed you!?]

[Is it for revenge?]

Yesterday, Jack and Tom asked him incomprehensibly.

Revenge. Is revenge possible when one doesn’t remember?

“I don’t have any special thoughts.”

Sellonia cautiously opened her mouth, looking at Tan, who felt different than usual.

It didn’t seem like he remembered anything, but what was the intention behind this question? Was it really just simple curiosity?

“Hatred?”

“That is…”

Sellonia paused for a moment.

Somehow, a faint earnestness appeared in his eyes as he looked at her.

What is this look?

What on earth has he been wanting from her all along? The act of kissing her hand a while ago, the way he asked her to hold his hand whenever he wanted, the sincere smile he gave her whenever their eyes met.

Why. Why do you keep making me misunderstand, I wonder.

“It’s not necessarily like that.”

Unable to figure out his intentions, Sellonia simply told him what was on her mind.

This was true. Although she was afraid of the Demon King, she didn’t hate him.

Besides, she only killed the Demon King to progress the original story and to end the suffering, and she didn’t have any grand ideology or sense of mission in the first place.

“I see.”

Tan muttered to himself at her answer, turning his gaze.

A small sense of relief spread through his heart at her answer for some reason.

He didn’t trust everything Tom and Jack said.

How many people would believe them right away if they suddenly showed up after a few months and said they knew him, but he was actually the Demon King who had died?

But that didn’t mean he completely distrusted them either. His voice, laughing at someone, that came to mind when he encountered a monster, the strange ability to read the monsters’ thoughts, this power that no one else had, and even the pain that came every midnight.

It was definitely not something that I could just dismiss as special.

Tom and Jack suggested that he return to the Demon King’s castle where he originally lived.

If he returned there, he would be able to recover his lost memories and unstable powers.

“Tan.”

At that moment, he heard Sellonia’s voice calling him.

Tan. Yes, that was his name.

The name she had given him. It was different from the grand name that Tom and Jack had said, Leonhard Caelenus.

He liked it the most when she called his name.

His meaningless life seemed to gain meaning when she called him by that name.

“Listen.”

She offered food to him, who was still silent even though the meal was served.

“Yes.”