Chapter 29: Extra receives the second cry from the captain.

‘…Seriously.’

Shouldn’t the protagonist be seeing an event like that?

Even if it’s shown to me, who is just a mere extra, it only adds to my worries about how to deal with it.

‘I felt it was unusual when she said she received a call from her family after the movie.’

What kind of conversation did they have for her eyes to become so lifeless?

…No, I roughly know what it feels like.

The only daughter of the Baek family.

In the world of the original comic, The Princess’s Daughter, that meaning has considerable significance.

This family, which has traditionally held important positions in the Korean judiciary and prosecution, is also connected to the political world and the imperial family, and has such immense power that it can easily bring about the ruin of any person, no matter who they are.

If a family in reality had this much power, it would have been corrupt to the core…but the current head of the Baek family hates such things, so the current Baek family is said to be the epitome of integrity.

‘It’s really an ideal setting.’

There’s no way such a thing exists in reality.

No, since the comic has become reality, I have to accept that it exists.

Therefore, Baek Ahra, who receives the expectations of the head of the family, exists there.

‘And the black-haired person who was there until just now…’

Baek Ahra’s mother.

Her name…was it Shim Sehee?

She was called ‘mother’, ‘honey’, ‘madam’, etc., so she was never called by her name after her first appearance, but she wasn’t an extra.

She appears as a villain who tries to separate Baek Ahra and Yoon Sejeong when they are about to get closer, that is, after ‘Kim Hayeon’ and her two lackeys are dealt with.

-I told you before, it’s okay…I don’t need you to worry. It’s our family’s internal matter, and I’ll return to the academy when it’s stable.

-There’s no way that’s possible! …Anyway, I won’t leave this house until I take you, Ahra. I’ve already gotten permission from your uncle to work part-time as your attendant during the vacation, so know that.

-…What? Weren’t you going to study at the palace during the vacation?

-…I don’t know!

‘That was the beginning.’

Master-servant relationship play, the secret of the Baek Ahra family, kidnapping Baek Ahra by holding her hand at the matchmaking place, etc…

It was delicious.

So, in a comic sense.

‘But, there’s still a lot of time left before such a scene comes out.’

After I’m dealt with, Baek Ahra’s story begins in earnest in Part 2 during the summer vacation.

Therefore, Baek Ahra’s state will continue until the vacation.

‘…Besides.’

There were also a lot of problems on the way there.

The fact that the relationship between the two may be weaker than in the original work because, unlike in the original work, I don’t bully Sejeong.

And, it was also important whether Sejeong, who doesn’t experience a life-threatening crisis unlike in the original work, can easily approach Baek Ahra when she hasn’t awakened the blood of the imperial family.

Because Sejeong’s almost forced actions were overlooked by the Baek family because she was virtually a member of the imperial family.

It was unknown how the head of the family would react in the current relationship of just childhood friends.

‘Ugh…my head hurts.’

I feel like the headache that had gone away is coming back.

First of all, it was true that I couldn’t do anything about both of them.

Arranging the relationship between Baek Ahra and Sejeong?

It was clear that the two who share the same room are more intimate than I am.

What the two need was some kind of dramatic event that would turn them from close to liking each other.

The two childhood friends who met again after a long time, need something to spark romance.

Yeah, they needed someone like Kim Hayeon from the original work.

‘So it’s impossible.’

There’s no way I’ll do that since I twisted the original work to live.

And there’s no way anyone else would do such a crazy thing.

And this, is also the conclusion of the second problem.

‘The power of healing may awaken someday.’

Will the day when she fully awakens come, as she fully awakened through the incident of falling from the rooftop?

No, unless she experiences such an incident, I could definitely say no.

That being said, I couldn’t deliberately drop Sejeong.

‘…Still, should I step in somehow?’

Since I’ve twisted the original work to this extent, it was right for me to see the end.

Since it’s a work I carried out to live, I have to correct the parts that were twisted in the original work with my own hands.

‘Regardless of the fact that she’s of the imperial bloodline, somehow make Sejeong understand Baek Ahra’s condition and save that young lady.’

The goal was set, and I should slowly think about the method later.

… .

…So, when on earth does that young lady plan to go inside?

“How many minutes are you going to sit on that floor…sob.”

I inadvertently muttered to myself.

‘…Did she hear?’

When I slightly turned my head from the pillar at the entrance and looked, Baek Ahra was still bowing her head in the same posture as before, without any movement.

It seemed like she didn’t hear, so I let out a sigh of relief.

If she had heard it, wouldn’t it be like a stalker?

I would die before I had that misunderstanding.

‘She’s sitting on that kind of floor.’

The floor she sat on wasn’t marble, but dirt with grass, so her legs and skirt were getting dirty, but she was gathering her knees as if she didn’t care about that, so it looked like she was advertising that I was depressed no matter who looked at it.

‘Sigh, ah, really.’

If she was slapped, she should at least cry.

She cried so well yesterday, but what should I do if she just sits there with such a dazed expression that even I hesitate to approach her?

Her attitude, which made the person watching feel frustrated, made me frustrated.

‘I should really go inside now.’

The driver had already left a long time ago, and the time for the preliminary bell to ring was approaching, without the benefit of arriving early by riding in the President’s car.

Baek Ahra was sitting almost in the center of the entrance leading to the back gate, so it was impossible to enter without being seen by Baek Ahra.

That being said, I wasn’t thick-skinned enough to ignore Baek Ahra in that state and go in alone, and it was okay to just go to the front gate…I was worrying about whether it was okay to just leave that kind of child alone and hiding in the pillar, and this time came.

‘What should I do, what should I do…’

Should I just go in?

No, would that be okay?

…Can’t I just pretend it’s a coincidence and ask why her face is so gloomy?

“That’s…”

“…Haa. Why don’t you just come out?”

“Huh?”

Perhaps it was because I couldn’t do anything by myself like an idiot.

At the sound of Baek Ahra’s voice, I made a foolish sound without realizing the reality.

“…I didn’t think you wouldn’t notice, but did you really think you wouldn’t be caught?”

Since when?

Since when did she notice?

“You hid so clumsily that I noticed it right away when I sat down and looked at the back gate, so you really thought you wouldn’t be caught…”

“No, th, if you knew, you should have told me, I would have come out right away!”

Ah, I raised my voice a little in a retort.

…No, still, if she noticed, she should have just told me.

If she had told me the moment she realized it, I wouldn’t be this embarrassed…

‘…Wait a minute.’

“Then, did you hear everything I said to myself?”

“Isn’t it obvious? It’s not like the distance from here to there is that far.”

‘…I want to die.’

I was embarrassed.

Truly, if there was a hole somewhere, I thought I wanted to go in and die.

“Haa…”

…Ah, I dropped my handkerchief.

It was something I was going to give to Baek Ahra if she cried, but because the strength in my hand was released, it landed on the ground.

“It’s time for the preliminary bell to ring, so let’s go in.”

At the moment I was about to pick up the handkerchief, Baek Ahra, who shook off the dirt on her skirt and legs and got up, came straight to the pillar where I was.

“Being late is something I can’t overlook as the disciplinary committee president. Here, here’s your handkerchief.”

Then, she picked up the handkerchief that had fallen on the ground before me and handed it to me.

“…”

“What are you doing? Take it quickly. My arm will fall off.”

‘…Ah.’

Baek Ahra’s face was close.

White hair ponytail and red eyes.

She was the same as Baek Ahra I met yesterday.

Maybe, when I heard the voice she gave me, it could be said that it was similar to yesterday.

But, it was different.

Her lively eyes, which used to look straight at me, were somewhat out of focus and were not reflecting me at all now.

The cheeks that were red and swollen from being slapped were trembling slightly with each breath.

There was a lot of dampness in her voice, even though she didn’t cry, and it was revealed that she was forcing herself to raise her voice more than usual.

“…Baek Ahra.”

“Huh? Why?”

I receive the handkerchief she handed me.

“I won’t ask. I don’t really want to delve into other people’s family affairs. And I don’t know well.”

“…”

“I don’t know what thoughts you have, what kind of expression you’re making, and why you’re there even though you were hit. Because, I’m not you.”

“…”

“But, still, let me say this.”

If you’re going to make that kind of expression.

“Just cry like yesterday.”

“…Cry?”

“Yeah. Unlike yesterday, there are only you and me now.”

It may be different for each person, but in my case in my previous life, crying wasn’t easy.

It would only make me vulnerable, and it would only cause unnecessary worry to my younger sister, who could see my crying.

Baek Ahra, was probably holding back her tears for her own reasons.

That, would have a different meaning from the tears she shed while hugging me yesterday.

A person’s last line of emotion.

When a person is faced with an unbearable situation, they sometimes endure life by using that itself as a support, rather than pouring out the emotions contained through it.

“No, no…I’m fine.”

“You were hit.”

“It hurts but…I’m fine. It’ll get better soon, won’t it?”

Pat pat.

Avoiding the slapped cheek, I hugged her.

And, like tapping a child’s back, I tapped it slowly.

Recalling the memory of awkwardly patting my sister’s back when she came home from being bullied in my previous life.

“It’s painful to watch…just cry. Yesterday, you cried so well in a place with so many people, why aren’t you crying at a time like this?”

“…I’m, not a crybaby.”

“Yeah.”

“I won’t cry.”

“Yeah.”

“Really, I’m fine.”

“Yeah.”

“Re, ally…”

Quietly, like being soaked in a light rain.

In this cry of Baek Ahra’s, the earthy smell of the soil that was happy to meet the rain after a long time was smelled.