The Male Leads Were Stolen by the Extra Chapter 75

 

Sellonia sneered at Ian, her lips curling into a grin.

 

She had never loved him.

 

She simply thought he was a decent man, and following the original story, she naturally considered marriage.

 

If she had known these things from the beginning, I wouldn’t have even considered marriage, neither in the original story, nor whatnot.

 

“Is it because of that bastard?”

 

Ian’s mind suddenly snapped at Sellonia’s answer.

 

“What?”

 

“Are you rejecting me because of that bastard? Do you even really like him?”

 

Ian, glaring menacingly, strode toward Sellonia.

 

Sellonia, unfazed by his ferocious aura, met his gaze.

 

This man was completely insane. He hadn’t imagined that she wouldn’t love him.

 

Even his gaze was wide open. His teeth were clenched, as if he was holding back his anger, and his face and neck were flushed bright red.

 

What was his motive?

 

He couldn’t let go of Grace, so he couldn’t have lost his grip.

 

If so, why did he keep obsessing over her?

 

“Tell me. I asked if it was because of him!”

 

Ian, his face flushed with anger, shouted, grabbing Sellonia’s shoulders with both hands.

 

Sellonia, unable to tolerate his threatening gestures, raised her hands high. Ian’s head snapped to the left with a loud friction sound.

 

“Ha. Hahaha.”

 

Ian chuckled, finding it amusing, as a sharp pain touched his cheek.

 

“Get your dirty hands off me. Just being touched by you is disgusting.”

 

“Ah. Right. So it was because of that bastard. That bastard made you become like this.”

 

Ian snickered, his eyes slurring with conviction. His eyes were no longer normal.

 

The once sparkling blue eyes that had once blazed with courage as he fought with his sword were no longer visible. His lifeless, clouded eyes were as dark as dark clouds.

 

Sellonia instinctively sensed danger. She planned to use her healing arts immediately if necessary.

 

“I can’t just leave this alone. This ignorant worm deserves to be dealt with.”

 

A vicious hand gripped her delicate skin with such force that it seemed as if it would pierce it.

Sellonia’s face crumpled in pain and she unconsciously looked around.

 

“Ah…”

 

Then, with a sudden jolt of shock, she came to her senses and was about to push Ian away.

 

THUD!

 

Ian, who had just grabbed her shoulder, fell with a loud crash.

 

“Ugh!”

 

In an instant, Ian, who had been blown away like a ball, was lying face down, leaning against the railing.

 

He looked as if he were a piece of paper, his folded form truly unsightly.

 

“It seems like you really want to die.”

 

At that moment, a low, menacing voice came from beside her.

 

Sellonia slowly turned her head to the side. At the end of her gaze, someone towered over the terrace railing.

 

She frowned against the backlight, catching sight of the man’s face, towering over her.

 

“Tan? Why are you here…?”

 

She trailed off in disbelief. She’d never thought it was possible, yet it really was Tan.

 

Behind him, the vast sky and the cityscape seemed tiny. It was as if the world lay beneath his feet, lightly stepping on the railing.

 

***

 

Grace followed the green-haired man to a deserted part of the palace.

 

“Aaakh! You deceive me so despicably?”

 

She couldn’t contain her emotion and gushed. Her anger couldn’t be ridden off. Her entire body felt heated with rage.

 

“I kept quiet until now, and today…!”

 

That woman was doing it on purpose. She had deliberately put on a show in front of a crowd, humiliating her.

 

And what was that friend’s joke? How could she possibly be hanging out with such unsavory young ladies?

 

“How long am I supposed to endure this humiliation!”

 

Grace, unable to bear it any longer, raised her voice at someone.

 

“Besides, the medication seems to be wearing off! Ian hasn’t been acting the same lately!”

 

Grace chewed her lip, remembering Ian pulling out of her arms earlier.

 

Although she’d already noticed it during their previous dates, Ian’s behavior was changing more and more.

 

She feared he might turn completely away from her and return to that woman.

 

That couldn’t be. She had to hold on. That man was the greatest weapon she could use to decorate this worthless, humble body.

 

“I can’t bear with this anymore! Why aren’t you speaking, ah…!”

 

“Stop.”

 

“…”

“I told you to use it in moderation, because overuse might cause side effects.”

 

At that moment, the other person gently stroked Grace’s cheek.

 

Her already heated spirits were further dampened by his kindness.

 

“But I didn’t expect the side effects to come so quickly…”

 

“Don’t worry. The time will come soon. I’ll put everything back in order. For you, no matter what.”

 

A warm embrace enveloped her.

 

Grace nodded in his embrace, tears welling up in her eyes.

 

“Miss Grace!”

 

“Grace!”

 

Finally, she could hear Reyev and McLion from afar. It seemed they were out looking for her as she had suddenly disappeared. The one who had held Grace so tightly had vanished.

 

Reyev and McLion, who had been wandering the wide palace corridors, spotted Grace standing alone in the distance and ran over.

 

“Where have you been? We finally found you.”

 

“Why are you out here alone?”

 

Reyev asked soothingly, his tone befitting his personality, while McLion raised his voice, seemingly concerned.

 

“Sir Reyev… McLion. I’m sorry. I’m so upset, hicc…”

 

Grace bit her trembling lips, feeling pitiful.

 

Clear, artificial tears welling up in her eyes flowed down her cheeks.

 

“Please don’t cry…”

 

Heartbroken by Grace’s tears, Reyev took out a handkerchief and held it out.

 

“Haa. Don’t cry. You’ll ruin your pretty face.”

 

He roughly ruffled her hair and offered clumsy consolation.

 

“I really just wanted to congratulate the Princess. That wasn’t my intention, hicc…”

 

Instead of accepting the handkerchief, Grace flung herself into his arms and burst into tears.

 

Reyev, startled, froze, but then clumsily patted her back, while the other one reached out and hugged Grace.

 

“Hicc. It was my fault, so I should apologize, right?”

 

“…No. It wasn’t Miss Grace’s fault at all.”

 

Reyev frowned, heartbroken by her remorse.

 

It was wrong for her to come to the celebration, but she didn’t deserve to be publicly humiliated like this.

 

He hated Sellonia. He hated her for hurting Grace. Even though he clearly knew Grace and himself were at fault, the anger boiling within him kept turning toward Sellonia.

 

It’s all her fault.

 

As if someone were commanding him, his mind was blaming Sellonia.

 

“I can’t stand this shame anymore… Everyone’s looking at me and whispering… Hic, I’m going back.”

 

“You don’t have to be embarrassed. I’ll be by your side. So stand tall.”

 

Reyev spoke firmly, reassuring her.

 

“That’s right. Sellonia was the one who went too far today. You don’t have to be afraid.”

 

“Really? Hic… Thank you. As expected, Sir Reyev and McLion are the only ones I have.”

 

Grace, with a relieved expression, pretended to hold back tears and leaned against them with a faint smile.

 

“Let’s go back in. Since we’re here, let’s enjoy it. Don’t worry about the people. I’ll be by your side.”

 

McLion spoke as if he had resolved himself at the sight of Grace’s pitiful appearance.

 

Reyev clenched his fists as he felt her leaning into his arms.

 

Then he had a thought. That perhaps, he should talk to Sellonia.