The Extra's Role is Too My Taste (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 10
“Please grant me freedom.”
Grand Duke Icewall looked at Brody with a puzzled expression.
“Free…dom?”
Brody was so tense she felt her lips drying and cracking. Unconsciously, she kept curling them inward, fidgeting slightly.
“Um…”
Brody opened her mouth to elaborate. She had planned to explain that she would share her knowledge—how to properly brew the tea he loved and how to cultivate crops.
But Aidan spoke first.
“That’s not difficult at all.”
“…Huh?”
Brody stared at Aidan, eyes wide with disbelief, doubting her own ears.
“I’ll issue an order. No one will stop you. You may enter any place you wish without anyone’s permission.”
“…Huh?”
“I wondered what you might ask for, and it turns out you’re requesting something perfectly reasonable. Didn’t I already say I would welcome you as my Grand Duchess? Your will shall soon be regarded as my own.”
“Oh…”
Aidan studied Brody’s expression. He couldn’t find the reaction he had hoped to see on her face.
“I promised to grant your wish… Aren’t you happy?”
He murmured, sounding somewhat disappointed.
Hearing his murmur, Brody quickly forced a smile.
“Oh… Haha, yes! Freedom! Yes! I’m just so surprised you agreed so readily! Of course I’m happy—I’m thrilled!”
Inside, Brody was sobbing bitterly while clapping her hands together.
She hadn’t understood the unique nature of this world. That was Brody’s mistake.
She had thought freedom simply meant escaping captivity.
Brody considered explaining further but soon gave up. He probably wouldn’t permit it. Or even if he did, it wouldn’t lead to a desirable outcome.
‘Well, fine. At least I’m no longer treated as a prisoner. I’ll find the right moment later.’
In truth, whenever the Grand Duke and his soldiers went to battle, Brody had always believed she could escape anytime she wished.
But she’d never even attempted it because leaving before finishing what she’d started would endanger too many lives.
Now, however, everything was settled.
While Brody was lost in thought, Aidan kept observing her face.
She had said she was happy, yet something still felt lacking.
Feeling Aidan’s gaze, Brody stood up and asked,
“Shall I brew you some tea? It’s been a while.”
“Bri.”
Aidan called out as Brody rose to leave.
She turned back toward him with a questioning smile, as if to say, “Why?”
“Just… enough so I won’t faint this time.”
Brody’s hand suddenly tensed in shock—had she been holding anything, she surely would have dropped it.
“…Huh?”
“I had a feeling something might be burnt. Not that I knew from the very beginning, of course.”
“Uh… uh…”
“Didn’t you say you’re skilled with medicinal herbs? That made sense to me.”
“Your Highness… it’s just that…”
Brody turned pale. As Aidan approached her, she instinctively took a step backward.
Seeing her fear, Aidan stopped with a bitter expression.
“I’m not blaming you. It’s just that…”
Aidan reached out his hand.
Brody stood just beyond his reach.
He continued,
“I trust you that much—even I’m surprised by it myself.”
Brody stared at his outstretched hand, hunching her shoulders.
Her heart pounded wildly at his words.
Her eyes wavered, and she bit down hard on the inside of her lip.
‘But…’
Yet Brody wasn’t ready to give him an answer.
“I-I’ll go brew the tea.”
Ignoring his hand, she quickly turned and hurried toward the hearth.
Aidan withdrew his hand, feeling the chill at his fingertips.
With her back to Aidan, Brody placed a kettle of water on the hearth.
‘He knew? That I was adding Meshu to the tea?’
Her hand holding the pot trembled slightly.
‘And yet… he drank it anyway?’
She had vaguely sensed his affection toward her all along.
At first, she’d wondered if he only desired a physical relationship…
No, of course he desired her that way too…
But it wasn’t only that.
‘How could I not notice? The way he looks at me like that.’
It wasn’t easy to pretend she didn’t feel his intense gaze every morning when she woke.
She managed only because he’d quickly look away, flustered, whenever she stirred—letting her feign ignorance.
Brody couldn’t quite understand it.
No—it was far too awkward.
The idea that someone’s affection was so clearly directed at her.
‘Right, I helped cure his headaches. And even though it’s not fully resolved yet, he probably thinks I’ll solve the prisoner issue and the food shortage too.’
That’s how Brody had been rationalizing his feelings toward her—
as mere appreciation for a capable subordinate.
But…
How could that possibly be?
‘He could’ve risked his life… How can he trust me that much…?’
An unfamiliar emotion surged over her like a tide.
Was it the heat from the hearth? Her cheeks began to flush.
But she couldn’t blame the hearth for the frantic beating of her heart.
She moved more slowly than usual, hoping the water would take its time boiling and the tea-making would never end.
Yet, cruelly, a perfectly steeped cup of tea was ready all too soon.
Reluctantly, Brody carried the teacup over.
The familiar, bittersweet aroma tickled Aidan’s nose.
He gave a faint smile and accepted the cup.
“Thank you.”
He elegantly savored the fragrance, then drank the tea decisively, without a trace of suspicion.
Brody watched him, chewing nervously on her lips—looking even more anxious than Aidan, who had just drunk the tea.
Aidan’s vision began to blur. Though drowsy, he didn’t fall asleep.
Seemingly pleased that Brody had granted his request, he smiled softly.
“Bri.”
Staggering slightly, Aidan approached Brody and gently placed his hands over hers, which were tightly clasped together.
Brody had dosed it well—he remained just barely conscious,
enough to hold onto her.
“I’ve returned alive.”
He lifted her hands and kissed them. His lips felt intensely warm against her cold skin.
“Yes… Welcome back.”
Brody replied in a trembling voice, careful not to meet his eyes.
Aidan frowned, feeling a headache coming on. When would the medicine take effect?
Every day, he had longed for this place.
Not because he missed the dark, empty tent—
but because she was here.
For the first time in his life, he had genuinely wanted to return—
not because he had to, but because he wanted to.
The time apart had only clarified his feelings.
He knew now that he truly desired this woman.
He lowered himself, bringing his lips close to Brody’s face. His lips hovered just before her nose, moving carefully.
‘Just for today… maybe it’s okay to fall asleep.’
His hazy mind justified it.
“Is it not allowed?”
He asked.
“If you dislike it, I won’t do it. Never.”
Brody bit her lip, brows furrowed. Her pupils trembled, her eyelids fluttering rapidly.
Part of her wanted to close her eyes and accept his kiss.
But was it really alright?
She intended to leave.
And knowing his feelings weren’t casual made it even harder.
Her reason urged her to step back, yet her heart raced faster in defiance.
She didn’t know what to do.
Guilt, temptation, and pressure all rose within her at once.
Sensing her hesitation, he pressed his lips closer, almost pleadingly, against hers.
Brody squeezed her eyes shut.
Then Aidan’s lips met hers—pressed tightly against her own, which were clenched in nervous tension.
He pulled back slightly, turned his head, and kissed her again from another angle.
Brody’s hands, held in his, tightened, while the tension in her lips melted away.
As their kisses grew quicker, Brody felt her legs go weak.
Aidan gently lifted her and carried her to the bed.
It was a simple cot set up in the tent—not particularly soft—but warm, soft furs welcomed her.
“Bri… Bri…”
His slightly hoarse voice called her name.
‘Bri…’
Brody flinched and wrapped her arms around his neck. For some reason, tears threatened to fall.
‘I’m sorry, Your Highness. I can’t live up to your trust.’
[This is the timeline separator]Once Fort Ferdan was conquered, the journey southward to the imperial capital became as easy as eating cold porridge.
Cities lacking proper fortifications fell one after another.
Their defenses were in complete disarray—as if no one had ever imagined the fortress could be breached.
‘I never expected things to go this smoothly.’
Brody was taken aback.
Originally, Aidan was destined to die by Brody’s hand.
After the Northern Grand Duke’s death, his forces had been virtually annihilated.
He had been both a symbolic figurehead and a capable leader.
Now, seeing the results made possible simply because he was alive, Brody could feel just how immense his presence truly was.
‘From the Imperial Family’s standpoint, “Brody” must seem like a huge asset.’
Of course, that was only in a timeline that never came to pass.
In reality, having failed the assassination—and worse, having supplied food to the enemy, strengthening their forces—Brody would be viewed as a complete traitor in their eyes.
Instinctively, she made a decision.
‘I must absolutely avoid meeting anyone from the Imperial side.’
Conversely, to the Northern faction, Brody was a heroine. Ever since her arrival, everything had gone smoothly.
The Northern Grand Duke and his soldiers treated Brody like a goddess of fortune.
Watching them cheer, Brody broke into a cold sweat—because the greater their praise, the heavier her betrayal would weigh.
‘Ugh… How did things end up like this…?’
Brody sighed deeply as she watched the Grand Duke and his soldiers returning victorious, while she worked in the fields.
With each successive victory, the Grand Duke’s trips further south took longer.
Soon, they’d likely move their main camp even farther south.
“Aren’t you going to see him off?”
Connie, the leader among the captive women, asked Brody with a gentle smile.
Unnoticed by Brody, Connie had naturally begun using honorific speech.
And it wasn’t just Connie—other captive women and even the soldiers had gradually grown to respect her.
At first it felt awkward, but realizing she now held a leadership role among them, Brody resolved to get used to it.
Connie’s once-haggard face had filled out attractively, and her once-fearful eyes now sparkled with vitality.
Brody looked around the field.
She saw other women, just like Connie, full of newfound energy.
Smiling, she asked Connie,
“Now that I’m leaving, can you manage everything on your own?”
“Yes, of course. Leave it to me.”
“Don’t share the secrets with just anyone. They could be the difference between life and death for you all.”
At Brody’s blunt remark, the woman nodded deeply.
“And please stay close to the Grand Duke if you can. He’s done so much for all of you.”
“Yes, I know.”
At her spirited yet sincere reply, Brody smiled brightly.
“Then I’ll be off.”
After leaving the field, Brody walked a short distance, then turned to look back.
Noticing Brody’s gaze, the woman waved.
Brody waved back.
For a brief moment, she stood there, then turned and walked away.
Connie felt a strange hunch.
‘Why does she act like someone who’s about to leave for good? Hmm… Maybe because she’ll be traveling south with the Grand Duke?’
She tilted her head briefly but didn’t dwell on it—it wasn’t something that truly concerned her. Turning her attention back to the crops, the woman smiled proudly.
Ex-husband Wants Reconciliation
One-line summary: Chasing the wife to the crematorium (making an effort to attract someone who has become indifferent), the female lead doesn’t look back, the second male lead takes the position.
Intro:
To repay the kindness of the older generation, Su Mu crossed into a female-dominated world and became a live-in daughter-in-law of the Yan family, single-handedly saving the Yan family from fire and water.
But her husband, Yan Jiyue, the eldest son of the Yan family, treated her with sarcasm and never showed her a good face.
It wasn’t until after Su Mu’s death that this pampered and arrogant young master shed a few fake tears and pretended to want to die for love.
This life’s kindness was enough. If there was a next life, she would definitely kick Yan Jiyue away.
Who knew that the heavens would be so kind as to allow her to be reborn, returning to the time when she had just married into the Yan family.
Su Mu glanced at the Yan eldest son, who still spoke coldly to her, and threw a divorce letter in front of him.
“Let’s divorce!”
***
Yan Jiyue never imagined that he would be reborn. He happily went to find Su Mu, wanting to make up for the mistakes he had made in his ignorant youth.
Wasn’t the reason the heavens allowed him to be reborn to let him reconcile with Su Mu?
But when he pushed open the door to Su Mu’s room, the person lying on the bed was another man.
Su Mu’s personal attendant, Xie Yi.
Yan Jiyue hated him so much that his teeth itched. In front of Su Mu, Xie Yi was a gentle and considerate whisperer of sweet nothings, but in reality, he was vicious-hearted and deliberately sabotaged their husband and wife relationship.
In the previous life, it was he who secretly hid in Su Mu’s coffin and committed suicide, stealing a step ahead of him to be buried with Su Mu.
Yan Jiyue’s eyes were filled with hatred as he cursed, “What kind of thing are you? Your background is lowly, what right do you have to occupy Su Mu?”
Xie Yi looked at the sleeping Su Mu and no longer pretended to be a whisperer of sweet nothings.
He proudly stuck out his belly, “I have the right because my belly is capable of giving the Wife-master a daughter.”
***
Yan Jiyue was consumed with jealousy. He spread rumors that Xie Yi had once been branded with the mark of a “harlot” on his chest.
But on the night Xie Yi cut off the flesh bearing that mark, Su Mu suddenly realized something was amiss.
“How did you know the exact moment I was poisoned? And why did you show up a month early?”
Xie Yi remained silent, blood from his wound soaking through his robes. His sapphire eyes brimmed with anguish – or was it just a flawless act?
Between a once-arrogant husband now seeking redemption, and a gentle soul willing to die for her – who truly held the darkest secrets? And could it be that Su Mu and Yan Jiyue weren’t the only ones given a second chance at life…?
[Reading Guide]
1. True divorce, chasing the wife to the crematorium, the female lead doesn’t look back, the male lead is Xie Yi.
2. The ex-husband did not cheat, he just realized too late and didn’t realize that he liked the female lead.
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Oh, why did you leave now? There was so little time left to win. Poor Aidan, what will happen now?
I’m afraid of disappointing Aidan because Brody has left.
How vile and despicable they are! He let them starve and now he’s killing them in front of him. I hope you rot in hell. Why doesn’t he cut off that wretch’s head?
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Reflecting on it, she hadn’t once thought about his headache during their journe
With all the events she went through, it’s very normal for her not to remember Aidan’s headache at all.
He was still kind, yes—but no longer showed that impatient yearning to have her
After the number of times she refused to marry him, now Brody was upset why Aidan changed! What exactly does Brody want?!
‘If you’ve lost interest in me, just say so—why not sleep properly? Are you avoi
Brody please don’t talk or think anymore! Her stubbornness is very annoying. Male lead, find another heroine, please! (⩺_⩹)
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Miioo
Oh no, why did you leave him and run away? Poor Aidan