The Male Leads Were Stolen by the Extra

 

Tan frowned.

 

He was irritated by the annoyance that was about to go from feeling good just a moment ago.

 

The colt came again without being tired.

 

“Brother, Brother!

Huft, huft…

”

 

Tan sped up, yet the boy who ran faster than him and stood next to him took a deep breath with a bright face.

 

Short brown hair as spiky as grass and brown eyes.

 

Freckles like sesame seeds were drawn on the boy’s flushed cheeks, and a dimple appeared on one side next to his playful mouth.

 

The boy’s name is Maxwell.

 

18-year-old Maxwell was the boy who gave him a place to stay in a shanty town after he lost his memory, and followed him around like a follower.

 

Maxwell was being beaten by a guy who ran away after picking an argument with Tan a few months ago.

 

He just killed that guy without thinking, but from that day on, he was chasing him around, claiming he was his benefactor.

 

“It’s getting harder and harder for us to see each other these days! Still, it seems like your spirit has become clearer after staying at the Duke’s residence!”

 

“Go and eat some bread.”

 

“Are you worried about me now? Brother! I’m so touched!”

 

Maxwell’s specialty was distorting whatever he said.

 

“Haa. Go away.”

 

“Hehehehe. Where should I go if not by Brother’s side?”

 

Being able to smile brightly no matter how irritated he was was a not-special specialty.

 

He was fed up with the still Maxwell and turned to leave the shanty town.

 

Yet as expected, Maxwell was following him like a puppy.

 

“Brother, Brother! How about the Duke’s residence? Is Princess Basin really pretty?”

 

“Pretty?”

 

“Yes! I’m sure you’ve seen her face often!”

 

Tan stopped moving his feet.

 

Pretty? What is that? It was a saying he couldn’t understand.

 

Every time he looked at Sellonia’s face, all he could think of was that it resembled an unknown purple flower that he often saw on the road.

 

The flower that always gets his attention, and thus always makes him stop in his tracks.

 

“But how do you know her?”

 

He stared at Maxwell with a grim face for a moment.

 

There was a wary glow in his fierce red eyes.

 

“Ha, geez, Brother. Is there anyone in this Empire who does not know Princess Basin? She’s a savior?”

 

“Savior?”

 

At the strange word, he completely turned towards Maxwell.

 

“Are you sure you don’t know? Princess Basin is one of the four saviors!”

 

A savior. Is it something different from other people?

 

Is that why when she holds his hand, his pain goes away? Tan became interested.

 

“What is that. Explain.”

 

“Wow, you really don’t know. Well, here’s Maxwell’s kind explanation! Four saviors come together to stop the Demon King who awakened after 100 years…”

 

At this time, Maxwell was constantly licking his lips.

 

The boy’s brown eyes were sparkling more than ever. For it was the first time Tan had asked something.

 

It was strange that whenever he tried to explain something, he would always dismiss it as not being interested.

 

From Maxwell’s mouth flowed a fact that all citizens of the Empire knew.

 

Tan silently listened to Maxwell’s story about the four saviors and the Demon King.

 

He then raised an eyebrow at the strangely disturbing ending.

 

“So, all the men left?”

 

“Right. The Princess was left alone. Even the Duke, who was her fiancé, cheated on the Princess when she was on the brink of death, what’s wrong with him?”

 

“…”

“Because of that, there was some controversy about the Duke’s qualifications as a savior.”

 

Maxwell stared at Tan, who showed interest.

 

After hearing the whole story, he felt like his originally bad impression became even worse.

 

“What’s his name?”

 

“Who? Ah, that duke? Duke Ian Cherville. He’s the leader of the Imperial Knights.”

“Ian Cherville.”

 

A voice colder than a midwinter blizzard repeated Ian’s name.

 

It was a name he had heard many times before.

 

Where has he heard this before? Where…

 

“Brother, I’m so amazed right now! This is the first time you’ve asked me about someone.”

 

Even though Maxwell saw Tan radiating a terrifying energy, he didn’t care at all and continued to spew out words like a chihuahua.

 

It was the first time he had talked to Tan for such a long time, so Maxwell was a little excited.

 

“I only felt sorry for the Princess, well. By the way, Brother. Why are your clothes so tattered? Why is your arm torn here… Are you hurt, brother?”

 

Maxwell was horrified to discover that Tan’s right sleeve was tattered.

 

A long scar was visible on the strong arm through the clean fabric, as if it had been cut with scissors.

 

“When did you get hurt? From the looks of it, the treatment seems to have gone well…”

 

“Tan.”

 

“Tan? What’s burning?”

 

(Tan also means burnt in korean)

 

“It’s not ‘Brother’, it’s Tan. My name.”

 

“Huh? Did you have a name? Or, perhaps, your memories have come back?”

 

Tan was unfazed by the reaction of Maxwell, who was fussing next to him, and a silent spark continued to fly in his eyes.

 

The spark seemed like it was going to kill a person.

 

“Brother, Brother! Geez, he disappeared again.”

 

Then Tan disappeared, as if he never existed in the first place.

 

“As expected. He must be a magician hiding his identity!”

 

Maxwell looked blankly at his suddenly empty side, his eyes sparkling, and muttered in a very excited voice.

 

Then, as if it was a familiar occurrence, he immediately returned to the shanty town.

 

***

 

“Hohoho, Princess. How about this? It will go well with the Princess’ pretty lilac hair color.”

 

The designer smiled as she showed off the gorgeous dress design.

 

The dress sketched on paper was a bell-line dress with a loose hem, and although it was pretty, it had a somewhat unsophisticated feel to it.

 

Sellonia had currently left the magic district and was in the boutique district.

 

Among the famous stores, the one she visited was Verondi Boutique.

 

It was no exaggeration to say that 80% of the dresses worn by the Empress came from here.

 

The Verondi boutique, run by a designer who was favored by the Empress, was the undisputed number one boutique among noble ladies where they wanted to entrust their dresses.

 

However, having money didn’t mean that you could get clothes tailored at Verondi Boutique.

 

Since she was in charge of the Empress’ dresses, she had to choose the guests.

 

No, she rarely received guests. Because the dignity of the boutique was the face of the Empress.

 

Is that why?

 

The popularity of Verondi Boutique soared. Young ladies who wanted to receive clothes at least once lined up.

 

If they could get clothes from Verondi, they would be able to make their names known in the social world right away.

 

Of course, Sellonia was different from the other ladies.

 

Rather, the designer of the Verondi Boutique, Verondie de Bussel, sent her a letter requesting that she would be in charge of her wedding dress.

 

“Alright. Then how about this? It’s a design that will further enhance your dignity as befits the protagonist.”

 

Verondi, who sensed like a ghost that Sellonia didn’t like it, went straight to the next page and explained the dress.

 

The sketches of the dresses that Verondi is currently showing were all drawn with Sellonia in mind, so they were combined in colors that went well with her.

 

However, if there is a problem…

 

‘It’s too flashy, though?’

 

Perhaps because she was in charge of the Empress’ dress, which was supposed to be more beautiful than anyone else’s, all of Verondi’s designs were extravagantly extravagant.

 

Most of the dresses had dozens of jewels hanging from them.

 

It was also a design she was unwilling to wear as she preferred to wear light and comfortable clothes because it was rather a burden for her to walk around in shaggy clothes while subjugating for half a year.

 

“Great! Then how about this?”

 

Without hesitation, Verondi tore up the sketch and showed the next design.

 

However, she didn’t like the next design, or the next design after that.

 

“Unbelievable…”

 

Verondi, who had been burning with enthusiasm just now, became discouraged.

 

All of the sketches she drew with Sellonia in mind were rejected.

 

“I’m sorry.”

 

“No! Princess, please wait a moment.”

 

Although Sellonia felt sorry, Verondi instead fired up her fighting spirit and began drawing a sketch of a new dress.

 

She couldn’t miss it like this.

 

She has mysterious purple hair and blue eyes as deep as the deep sea.

 

Sellonia was an inspiration to the designers and the perfect model to make them want her to wear their clothes at least once.

 

‘I feel so sorry.’

 

Sellonia felt both thankful and sorry as she looked at Verondi with such passion that it seemed like fire was burning in her body.

 

She should have just said she’s fine with anything.

 

For some reason, it seemed like it would take quite some time.

 

“Uagh!”

 

“What’s the matter?”

 

Ella, who was wandering around the boutique to look around, suddenly shouted, causing Sellonia to jump up from her seat.

 

She was equally surprised.

 

Beyond the glass window that fills one side of the boutique, she saw Tan standing outside the store.

 

But his appearance…