The Extra's Role is Too My Taste (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 15
Money is necessary to live properly.
‘A place to wash! A place to eat! A place to sleep!’
After arriving in the south, Brody sold some simple fruits to buy new clothes.
The local garments were thin with short sleeves, well-suited for the hot weather.
Brody wore light clothing underneath and draped a cool cloth over herself to cover her face.
It wasn’t just to avoid the sunlight—she also thought there was no benefit in letting her face be seen.
Was she worried someone might be following her?
No, honestly, that didn’t concern her too much.
‘Although I did get tagged by Grand Duke Icewall’s mysterious tracking technique… Why would he bother coming all the way out here for someone like me? Besides, I even left behind medicine for his headaches, so he probably won’t feel the need to look for me anytime soon.’
He’d talked about responsibility and insisted on making her his wife, but he’d surely forget all about it once he met another woman.
‘So there’s nothing to worry about.’
She hammered that thought into her mind as if it were an undeniable fact—as though she desperately wanted to believe it.
‘The reason I need to hide my identity… is because of “this.”’
“Young lady, how did you come across so much of this rare item?”
“Oh, that’s a trade secret! Are you going to buy it or not? If not, I’ll just drink it myself…”
What Brody had brought to sell was a rare and therefore expensive plant called ‘Torobit.’
Hmm… perhaps something as valuable as ginseng would be in Korea?
A woman traveling alone and trading something so profitable—she was practically asking to become a target.
That’s why she had carefully concealed her appearance.
After safely completing several trades, Brody began to steadily accumulate money in her possession.
Whistling cheerfully, she headed toward an inn—specifically one with a bathroom where she could use water generously.
However, after repeating these trades for several days, annoying individuals started to latch onto her.
“Hey there, miss. Good things are meant to be shared, you know.”
Four burly men cornered Brody in a back alley and began threatening her.
‘Ah, I never thought I’d actually hear this cliché line from a novel with my own ears.’
Though slightly frightened, she carried out a task she’d imagined and rehearsed many times before.
Plants rapidly sprouted from the earth, coiling tightly around the thugs’ bodies.
They screamed in terror and shock, uttering incoherent noises, but ultimately ended up completely bound, unable to move even a finger.
Brody took out a single ‘purple leaf’ and rubbed it against the men’s philtrums. Immediately, they began collapsing one after another into unconsciousness.
‘To think there’s such a convenient plant.’
The plant bearing those purple leaves was called ‘Dream Rest,’ a rare herb. When someone inhaled its scent up close, they’d faint and fall into a dreamlike state, their memories becoming blurred and reality indistinguishable.
After confirming the men were deeply asleep, Brody dispelled the binding plants and calmly walked away.
‘I told you, Brody—you really are amazing. Such an ability!’
She marveled at Brody’s power and at the knowledge Brody had diligently researched and accumulated in the past.
Since this ability could be applied diversely, depending on one’s knowledge, she—who was now Brody—resolved to continue that research herself.
[This is the timeline separator]Brody, who had expected to settle down easily and become wealthy, bit her lip as she saw four burly men approach her.
‘Of course nothing in this world comes easy.’
Feeling deeply irritated, she made plants sprout to bind them and rubbed ‘Dream Rest’ leaves on them until they fainted.
Her movements had now become second nature.
‘Just how many times has this happened already?’
Watching the last thug thud to the ground, Brody brushed her palms together briskly.
These four ruffians had already repeated this exact scenario five times within two weeks.
They’d lose their memories, find Brody again, and deliver the same scripted threats.
‘This won’t do.’
Even if the ‘Dream Rest’ leaves erased their memories, she feared someone would eventually notice this bizarre pattern repeating itself.
Brody moved further south, deeper into the southern regions. Staying too long in one village didn’t seem like a good idea.
She also decided to make her home in the forest rather than staying at inns.
Do Yeon wasn’t particularly accustomed to nature, but Brody was different.
Upon arriving in a place enveloped by dense vegetation, she instinctively felt at ease.
It was as if everything around her was on her side.
Thus, she gradually grew accustomed to life deep in the forest. Living like this for the rest of her days didn’t seem so bad—
if only it weren’t for the sudden pangs of longing and loneliness that occasionally crept in.
[This is the timeline separator]“By the way, Grand Duke… could it be that you love that girl?”
“…….”
Though Aidan rode day and night without responding, Duke Jax persistently kept pace with him, never showing signs of fatigue.
Aidan had tried several times to shake him off, but Jax was no pushover—he was, after all, the most capable knight in the capital.
Growing increasingly frustrated by the humid, sweltering southern air, Aidan glared irritably at Jax, who had deliberately sat right in front of him at the tavern and struck up a conversation.
Aidan moved to another table, but the bustling innkeeper shot him a stern look, insisting, “You know each other—why sit apart?” Ultimately, Aidan had no choice but to share a table.
Although Aidan didn’t answer his question, Jax carried the conversation effortlessly on his own.
“That must be it. Otherwise, why would a Grand Duke—who should be returning to the north immediately—be sitting here? Ah, love… it drives a man mad.”
Ugh… please, just stop. Even a little. With Jax’s exaggerated gestures and conspicuous looks, people kept glancing their way, ears pricked to their conversation.
In a low, hoarse voice meant only for Jax’s ears, Aidan warned, “Don’t call me ‘Grand Duke.’ If you utter anything that reveals my identity, I’ll end you right here and now. And this time, I won’t have any reason to take you prisoner.”
“Oh—oh! I see. Now I understand your concern. Then what should I call you?”
“……Call me Dan.”
“Understood, Dan. And you may call me Jax.”
Aidan didn’t even nod, thinking there’d be no reason to address him anyway.
“Dan, I say this out of genuine worry. The more sincere your feelings, the deeper your suffering will be.”
Jax spoke with a serious expression, as though offering the rarest and wisest counsel in the world.
“I know that girl well—we grew up together since childhood. So I’m certain of where her heart truly lies. Oh, Dan… it pains me to say this, but I must. Her heart belongs to me.”
Aidan scowled and gulped down the beer the server had just brought.
“I myself struggle to bear the weight of her profound affection. I can’t divulge the full story, but she went north for my sake. And the fact she can’t return must be because she feels guilty toward me. That’s why I’ve come here myself—to reassure her it’s alright and bring that poor child back. She won’t believe it unless I tell her myself.”
Aidan remained silent.
“I do find your company helpful, of course. But if we all meet again—just the three of us—what then? She’ll surely choose me. Wouldn’t that be far too cruel for you?”
Yet Jax’s words gradually settled heavily in Aidan’s chest.
Whether sincere or deliberate, the poison in Jax’s eloquent speech was slowly killing Aidan’s spirit.
It all sounded true.
No matter the nuances, at the very core, it felt undeniably accurate.
He’d never felt that Brody truly wanted him. In fact, he’d never sensed she wanted anything from him at all.
She probably hadn’t hated him—otherwise, she wouldn’t have wrapped her arms around his neck to share warmth, accepted his kiss with a fluttering sigh, or curled up beside him like a relaxed squirrel drifting peacefully to sleep.
But that didn’t mean she wanted him. She’d simply been true to herself. It had always been Aidan—himself—who wanted her. Perhaps his own desperate longing had made him delude himself into believing she felt the same.
Maybe, just maybe, the entire truth was that he—the Grand Duke of the North—had intimidated her, a mere war captive.
Yes… he couldn’t think of a single reason why she’d ever like him.
Yet he kept riding south.
Even if she rejected him, he felt that wasn’t reason enough not to see her once more.
He’d beg forgiveness for his past delusions. He’d tell her he never meant to cause her pain. At the very least, he’d say a final goodbye…
Countless reasons surfaced in his mind, but ultimately, there was only one.
He simply missed her.
[This is the timeline separator]Late at night, under the full moon.
Brody woke to the soft chirping of night birds.
From her cozy nest built among the branches of a great tree with plants, she could lie back and gaze up at the sky, watching stars pour down like rain.
‘Why did I wake up?’
Staring blankly at the heavens, Brody suddenly felt a wave of emptiness and turned her gaze away.
She rolled onto her side and curled her body tightly inward.
‘Has my life ever gone this smoothly before? I can earn as much money as I need, I love this space, and I have the power to protect myself.’
Yet in truth, her desires barely reached beyond the second level—mere safety and security.
Ever since she’d transmigrated into this novel’s world, she’d raced toward a single goal: “I must survive.”
There had been minor setbacks, but that goal was easily achieved.
Once a goal is fulfilled, it vanishes.
With her goal gone, Brody’s mind finally began nudging her toward other thoughts.
‘I wonder if Grand Duke Icewall’s army is safe?’
The original story had already been altered.
Just how influential was the original plot in this world?
Surely the world wouldn’t kill off Grand Duke Icewall just to preserve the original storyline—even though I didn’t kill him myself?
‘Why am I even thinking about him? I abandoned him to gain my freedom. Next time we meet, if he doesn’t just chop my head off for deserting him on a whim, I’ll count myself lucky. Well… knowing him, he probably wouldn’t go that far, but still.’
If only he hadn’t been the Grand Duke of the North—if only that were true… would I have made a different choice?
Again, the memory surfaced—his smile, shown only to her in those private moments when they were alone.
Stripped of title and duty, his true self had been astonishingly gentle. And with that good looks, that physique, that presence—there wasn’t a single thing about him that failed to make Brody’s heart flutter.
If only one thing hadn’t been true—that he was the Grand Duke of the North…
Brody couldn’t even count how hard she’d tried to steel her heart.
Tossed by these swirling thoughts, she spent the entire night wide awake.
Having stayed awake all night, Brody decided to head into the village at dawn.
‘Let’s go buy dessert! Hmm… and maybe get a few more outfits too. Civilization! I need civilization!’
By now, surely rumors about how the war turned out would be circulating? Well, since I’m going out anyway, might as well ask. Yeah, just casually while I’m out—sure.
She rationalized her steps, convincing herself they had nothing to do with Aidan.
Even though, deep down, what she truly wanted to know was whether he was alive and safe.
Fortunately, when Brody reached the village market, she didn’t even need to ask—she easily heard the news about the war’s outcome.
It was the hottest topic among the villagers.
‘They’ve called a truce?! Ah… so they didn’t win. But if the North gained independence, that must mean the Grand Duke is still alive…’
Feeling a slight lightness in her chest, Brody headed toward the dessert shop.
And there, she discovered a menu item that absolutely delighted her.
‘Good heavens! Iced coffee!’
Overjoyed, she ordered the largest size available.
“Phew!”
She happily took a long sip through a sugarcane straw, feeling the coolness spread through her entire body.
It wasn’t iced Americano—since espresso extraction didn’t seem to exist here—but rather brewed coffee with beans. Still, in this sweltering heat where sweat beaded on her skin, a cold, ice-filled cup of coffee was nothing short of divine.
‘I wish I could buy heaps of it and stockpile—except the ice would melt anyway. Ugh… no refrigerator…’
Sighing with longing, Brody slumped at a table inside the shop, savoring that fleeting, perfect moment.
Just then—
Something warm approached from behind and wrapped gently around her shoulders and waist.
Startled, Brody jumped up to defend herself, accidentally knocking her cup over.
“Oh!”
Watching her precious coffee and ice drip onto the floor, she instinctively frowned in dismay.
But that wasn’t the biggest problem.
Brody was ready to deliver severe punishment to the shameless culprit as she turned her head—
“Bree…”
—but froze completely at the voice suddenly whispering in her ear.
Male lead is a Divorced Husband
She said to him: “Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change it!”
Liu Changning transmigrated into a female cannon fodder character in a female-dominant novel.
After reading the first half of the novel’s plot, the first thing she did upon transmigration was to divorce the Pan Jinlian-style male protagonist she had just married.
She indulged herself, pretending to be ugly and poor.
But as time passed, the way that man looked at her became more and more unusual…
Liu Changning was dumbfounded: Tell me, what makes you like me? I’ll change!
――
This lifetime, Pei Yuanshao was rejected by the same woman twice!
The first time, she drove him away. Forced by the situation, he endured the waves of anger in his heart, yielding and humbling himself.
That person lay slanted on a rocking chair, her sallow face emotionless: “If you don’t want a divorce, go cook!”
Pei Yuanshao’s face was dark and gloomy: “You!”
The second time, after the crisis in Jinling City was resolved, the new emperor sent someone to pick him up. He turned around, stammering: “I… I have to go. If you keep me…”
That person lay on the kang bed, her back to him, as if she had long anticipated this day, crisp and clear: “Goodbye!”
Pei Yuanshao was so angry his fingers trembled: “You… you!”
The mission of family and country made him restrain himself, averting his eyes and turning to leave this broken household.
Two years later, they met again. Seeing her ethereal face, his body shook like a sieve.
“She was originally a ‘she’!”
At the Qionglin Banquet, the top scholar of the imperial examination, a talented person with exceptional speech and conduct, all the unmarried young gentlemen from aristocratic families looked at her with shy and timid eyes.
The peerless imperial official Pei Yuanshao felt the anger in his heart erupt. He pointed at the woman surrounded by the crowd at the Qionglin Banquet, his thin lips slightly curled: “Little sister, I wants that person to be the wife-master of my Mingde Prince Manor.”
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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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This is so funny, from rivals to friends to find Brody
Don’t let Brody get away again