The Male Leads Were Stolen by the Extra Chapter 79

 

“How have you been?”

 

“Yes, well. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you. But I didn’t expect our meeting to be at my celebration.”

 

Sellonia answered Reyev’s question with a blank expression.

 

She was in the palace gardens, having been asked by Reyev if they could talk quietly. There was no one else there.

 

Despite the approaching winter, the palace gardens were ablaze with colorful flowers.

 

The breeze was thick with the scent of the flowers.

 

“I apologize.”

 

Reyev bowed to Sellonia with the utmost courtesy.

 

Although his attitude was better than Grace, Ian, and McLion’s, it didn’t soften her heart.

 

Any normal person shouldn’t have attended the celebration in the first place. She had thought he was more rational than the others despite having been tricked, but it seemed that wasn’t the case. 

 

Reyev’s hair, his head bowed, was tossed by the cold wind.

 

His hair was blue, like the sky.

 

It was an unusual color. Emily, the young girl from the shantytown, had mentioned it.

 

“By the way. Reyev, did you have a good time at the ritual?”

 

Sellonia asked him casually, as if recalling something she had said before.

 

“Yes. I made it back safely.”

 

“You mentioned you couldn’t eat food during the ritual, because it was a ritual to empty both body and mind, right?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“You must have been very hungry. Did you pack some food in advance for the end?”

 

She studied Reyev’s expression, asking him questions.

 

“Yes. Miss Grace was so kind that she gave me something to eat after the ritual on the day I left.”

 

Reyev smiled shyly and spoke, seemingly forgetting who he was talking to.

 

“Aah, I see. Was the pound cake delicious?” 

 

“Ah, I didn’t eat that. I gave it to a starving child. Of course, Miss Grace understood.”

 

When Sellonia asked casually, Reyev answered fluently, unaware of how she knew it was pound cake.

 

“I see. Lady Bennett is very understanding.”

 

She quickly changed the subject, pretending to praise Grace.

 

Already certain, Reyev’s confirmation gave her an enlightenment. She realized the pound cake Emily had eaten was actually the one Grace had given him.

 

“Miss Sellonia.”

 

Reyev, momentarily distracted by Grace’s affectionate thoughts, stared at Sellonia with cold eyes.

 

“Speak.”

 

“I didn’t know you would do this.”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

“Didn’t you embarrass Miss Grace in front of everyone?”

 

His purple eyes were rebuking her. Wondering how could she do this to Grace.

 

“Miss Grace was so hurt. She was crying quietly, alone.”

 

Reyev clenched his fists as he thought of Grace, weeping pitifully in his arms. His heart ached so much.

 

If Sellonia had been there, he might have lost control of his temper.

 

“Reyev, today is my celebration.”

 

Sellonia was stunned.

 

She knew in her head that he was being manipulated, but his words were hurtful.

 

It was perhaps even more so because it was Reyev, not Ian or McLion. He was the one whom she had relied on the most as a friend.

 

“I know. I was against Miss Grace coming here, too. However, there was no need to push her so hard in front of so many people, was there?”

 

“Reyev.” 

 

“I fully know that Lady Sellonia deliberately acted like that. Did you really want to bring down Miss Grace that badly?”

 

“Reyev Hetzel.”

 

“Are you jealous because we chose Lady Grace?”

 

Despite her warning voice, Reyev continued speaking.

 

He was overcome with emotion as he remembered Grace’s tearful face.

 

“…What did you say?”

 

Reyev had finally crossed the line.

 

Sellonia’s blue eyes sank, cold as if she were refusing to tolerate him any longer.

 

“You hurt Miss Grace because of your inferiority complex… Eugh!”

 

Reyev gasped for breath as the pain choked his airway.

 

A black figure suddenly appeared out of nowhere, clutching his throat with a hand.

 

“You speak so well because that mouth-hole-thing is open, don’t you.”

 

Tan, who had witnessed everything, glared at Reyev with murderous eyes.

 

His hand holding Reyev’s neck was bulging with rage, veins bulging. He wanted to rip that mouthful of daggers spewing at Sellonia right then and there.

 

“Ugh! Your Grace, what are you doing? Let go of this, eugh, please!”

 

Reyev struggled, his throat held in Tan’s grip. He couldn’t bring himself to use his divine power on someone he considered a normal person.

 

Tan glared at Reyev with the intent to kill him, then turned his gaze to Sellonia, who stood behind him.

 

“Sellonia, are you going to let him be too?”

 

He didn’t do anything she disliked. He didn’t want to see her disappointed.

 

That’s why he spared even the Saviors that he would have killed.

 

But these bastards always overstepped their bounds. They didn’t even realize she was giving them a break. How dare they.

 

“No.”

 

A voice colder than a blizzard flowed from her lips.

 

Her cold blue eyes were fixed on Reyev.

 

He was panting, his face flushed red, having just said something he shouldn’t have said to her.

 

He had lost his composure more than ever.

 

A trick? Just tell it to a dog.

 

He had crossed the line. Whether it was a trick or not, he had gone too far.

 

There was no reason for her to understand Reyev, who was blinded by his actions and words.

 

Of course, she wasn’t planning on killing him. Even though she wasn’t sure about knocking him out.

 

“You need to make sure he doesn’t talk nonsense in front of me anymore.”

 

Tan grinned, satisfied with her ruthless yet refreshing words.

 

“As you please.”

 

***

 

“Euugh, this is a crime…”

 

Leaning against a tree, clutching his aching ribs, Reyev muttered through blood-splattered lips.

 

Tan’s power was so powerful that within minutes, he was knocked out.

 

A melee without a sword. Naturally, Reyev was the loser.

 

Outnumbered and outmaneuvered, Reyev forgot about the Imperial Palace and drew out his divine powers, yet it was useless. Tan had swallowed his power in an instant.

 

This was a fight that wasn’t even a game.

 

If it weren’t for her own words to be moderate at him, Reyev would have long since passed away.

 

“Sellonia, what about giving him another lesson?”

 

Tan complained, watching Reyev spread his wings after only a few swings.

 

What a chance this was. Tan thought he’d be tough because he was one of the Saviors, yet that wasn’t the case.

 

Tan hadn’t even used his full strength, and to think Reyev’d be knocked out so quickly?

 

It was so ridiculous and boring that he couldn’t help but chuckle. Tan was starting to doubt whether these guys were really the Saviors who had defeated him.

 

“Let’s stop here.”

 

As she answered Tan, Sellonia looked down at Reyev, who lay sprawled like wet laundry, with a detached, indifferent gaze, devoid of any sympathy.

 

She didn’t intend to cause a big fuss, so it was better to end it here before anyone else gathered.

 

Her healing magic would heal his current injuries in no time.

 

“Ugh, how could you do something like this, Miss Sellonia…”

 

Reyev looked at Sellonia with resentful eyes.

 

How could she do something so heinous? Ordering the Grand Duke, and injuring him in the palace at that?

 

“Exactly. How could you say such things to me?”

 

“That’s because Miss Sellonia…!”

 

“Enough.”

 

Sellonia cut off Reyev’s ramblings, which were about to begin again.

 

“Some say a single word can repay a debt, but you owe me so many times over.”

 

Sellonia stepped forward without further delay.

 

It was time to remove the blindfold from his eyes.

 

If he realized everything and returned to his former self… Well, she doesn’t know.

 

Reyev’s words were so repulsive that it would probably be impossible for him to continue living as before.

 

She knelt down in front of him, who was leaning against the tree, and placed her palm on his body.

 

“I wonder what your expression will be like when you know everything.”

 

With those words, the bright healing light she radiated began to be absorbed into Reev’s body.