I Want to Be an Extra

A slave’s morning commences at a leisurely pace, contrary to expectations.

However, this does not apply universally to all slaves.

For most, the arduous tasks begin from the early hours.

“Yawn.”

Yet, there are exceptions, such as the slave named Daisy.

Daisy only awakens after the sun ascends to its zenith.

“The noise outside is unbearable.”

The surroundings are filled with clamor and commotion.

It’s an atypical morning, stirring her curiosity.

Driven by curiosity, she rises and moves about.

“Bring her quickly!”

“Adorn her in the most revealing garments, accentuating her figure as much as possible!”

“Trust the muscles you’ve honed through rigorous training! It’s the Dryerf Duchy, Dryerf! Even if you’re dim-witted, you must have heard of it!”

“A knight! An opportunity to transform your life!”

Loud cries echo from various directions.

“Could it be a knight’s gathering?”

If that’s the case, the raucous atmosphere is understandable.

Especially if the knight in question hails from the illustrious Dryerf Duchy.

“It doesn’t concern me.”

Nevertheless, today will be a boisterous affair.

Having resided in the Beltesis slave market for three years.

A girl of eight, who was sold into slavery, mutters such words and retreats to her room.

“The Dryerf Duchy.”

She closes her eyes, repeating the name.

She was once of noble birth, although she pales in comparison to that renowned lineage.

Lost in a political power struggle, her name was erased.

Sighing deeply, she brushes her sleek ebony hair and emits a bitter laugh.

“Black hair and black eyes, evidence of the demon’s bloodline.”

Even now, those words reverberate like a haunting nightmare.

Such an absurd rumor spread, leading to the destruction of her family by hostile nobles and corrupt temple priests.

It was absurd.

Even though they were corrupted by bribes, the fact remains that those who accused people of being demons were priests devoted to serving God.

The fact that there are those who wholeheartedly believe their words.

But the truth remains unaltered.

She fell and was eventually sold into slavery.

“Can I exact revenge if I’m sold there?”

Even if she becomes a body servant to an elderly and decrepit nobleman, she would seduce him and seek retribution.

Such thoughts occasionally crossed her mind.

When she first arrived here, she clenched her teeth and harbored a burning grudge.

But she was too young.

While indelible scars remained etched deep within her heart, she had no choice but to confront the harsh reality as one year passed, and then another.

“It’s impossible.”

Slaves are commodities.

They are raised according to their designated roles and sold to customers who desire those roles.

Among them, her purpose is to serve as an ornament.

A decorative item to flaunt to others.

Sighing again, she realizes that her worth is acknowledged solely based on her appearance.

Hence, any action that could harm her physical beauty is strictly forbidden.

Of course, it is not entirely undesirable.

Sleep at the assigned time.

Consume fruits and nourishing foods for radiant skin.

Engage in moderate exercise daily for weight management.

It was a paradoxical daily life, one that defied expectations of a slave’s existence.

Some even expressed envy towards her circumstances.

However, she knew the truth.

This life was no different from raising livestock.

Just as a pig is fattened to fetch a higher price, she too was being groomed solely for her appearance, to be sold at an inflated value.

“Life is harsh.”

Such words were not befitting an eleven-year-old, but for Daisy, they had become all too familiar.

And then, it happened.

A sudden commotion broke out outside.

Light, nimble footsteps echoed through the air.

There weren’t many individuals within these confines who moved with such energy.

“Eyriel, Hains, how many times have I told you not to run…?”

As she imagined the faces of children in a similar predicament, a mixture of sadness and resignation tugged at her expression.

“It’s happening.”

Beyond the roughly ajar door stood the two children she expected.

However, the third figure caught her off guard.

Baran.

The proprietor of this establishment and the one who held ownership over her.

There was only one reason why he would utter such words.

“A customer wishes to see you.”

So, the day had finally arrived.

She had known that this day would come, but the proximity of its occurrence made her heart race.

“Yes.”

Yet, there was nothing she could do.

Daisy understood the nature of her existence as a slave.

The relatively comfortable life she had led thus far was all in preparation for this day.

‘Who could it be?’

Despite this, anxiety gnawed at her with each passing step.

The best outcome would be to be sold as a servant to a noble family, while the worst would involve becoming a plaything for a depraved aristocrat.

Recalling the tales she had heard during her three years in the slave market, she was determined to avoid the worst-case scenario at all costs.

‘Should I pray now?’

Such thoughts elicited a hollow laugh.

The very people who worshiped the Goddess of Creation labeled her as a wretched apostate, tainted by demon blood. Should she now bow her head in prayer?

She would sooner embrace death than engage in something she vehemently abhorred.

‘Somehow, things will work out.’

With this fleeting hope, she surveyed her surroundings.

Baran’s back.

And the two frightened children trailing behind him.

“It will be alright.”

Just a little while ago, she herself had likely experienced the same fear.

Yet, she did not reveal it.

Instead, she cautiously reached out and clasped the hands of the two children.

“Do not fear.”

Perhaps the warmth transmitted through her touch dispelled their anxiety.

The children, who had been trailing behind Baran with their heads lowered, raised their gazes.

“I am here, am I not?”

Eyriel and Hains.

They may not be nobles like her, but like her, they were raised as cherished adornments.

“Everything will be fine.”

Her hand trembled.

Was it the tremor of the children clinging to her, or was it her own uneasiness?

With these thoughts swirling in her mind, Daisy took a few more steps, finally arriving at their destination.

“Speak only when necessary, and answer the customer’s inquiries.”

With that instruction, Baran pushed open the previously closed door.

And inside, there stood…

‘A child?’

Several robust-looking knights, an aged butler, and amidst them all, a child who seemed utterly out of place.

And that child locked eyes with her.

“Pass.”

Clear, tranquil blue eyes curved into a contented smile.

“Young Master?”

Daisy stood there, her eyes widening at the perplexing sight of the bewildered butler and the group of knights simultaneously washing their hands. A small gasp escaped her lips in response.

***

‘That should be enough to have confidence.’

Well done.

Even in Lewin’s eyes, these were remarkable children, each with their own distinctiveness.

‘Good.’

Good. Very good.

Especially the black-haired child standing between the bewildered duo.

Not only possessing good looks, but also emitting a peculiar aura.

‘Such a thing is inherent.’

That unique aura that individuals possess.

Lewin considered it of great importance.

For it spoke volumes about the lives they had lived.

In this regard, the child before him was undeniably captivating.

‘Dark, heavy, gloomy!’

She carried a special story within her.

An entire body emanating such a feeling! Lewin had encountered many such individuals.

‘People born with a tragic destiny.’

Based on Lewin’s experiences, those who carried such an aura led one of two kinds of lives.

Either they succumbed to the trials presented to them and perished.

Or they triumphed over every obstacle and made their name known throughout the world.

“Pass.”

From the moment he laid eyes on her, Lewin harbored the firm conviction that this child’s life would only have one trajectory.

And for good reason.

‘I am an expert in this field.’

Few fates could be more tragic than his own, having lived nine lives as a hero.

To prevent the annihilation of this world.

To uphold the peace of this world!

Engaging in battles against demons that appeared out of boredom, confronting traitors who betrayed their own kind.

He had traversed his nine lives hand in hand with those referred to as Demon Kings or Great Demon Kings, sacrificing himself.

As a veteran in this realm, Lewin could confidently assert that he could easily handle most tragedies.

‘Ah, how melancholic.’

Lewin, who had been nodding approvingly, was suddenly engulfed by a wave of melancholy as memories of his past resurfaced.

But all of that was confined to the past.

Ahead lay an ordinary life, devoid of brilliance.

“How much do they cost?”

The words slipped from Lewin’s lips unwittingly, fueled by his overwhelming contentment.

“Young Master, please…”

“Eh…”

“Master…”

Sighs reverberated from all directions, but Lewin paid them no mind.

“Thing is…”

“Don’t offer a discount, and don’t even think about double-crossing me.”

Upon hearing Lewin’s words, Baran had no choice but to deliberate.

The value of these children still remained relatively low.

No matter how promising they appeared, expectations were merely expectations.

The price did not skyrocket based solely on mere ‘potential’.

‘Except when appearance holds the value.’

In the realm of slave talent, physical appearance ranked low on the scale.

Unless one’s looks possessed the power to shake and reshape an entire nation.

‘That child possesses that potential.’

And Daisy had the potential to embody the kind of appearance that could truly ‘shake a nation’ in the future.

That was precisely why Baran had convinced the hesitant nobles to part with Daisy, paying a considerable price, and brought her to this very place.

“So…”

However, the other party happened to be the Dryerf Ducal Family.

In the face of such a prestigious lineage, one could not inflate the price based on future prospects alone.

Hence, Baran quoted a price he deemed fair, and Lewin nodded in agreement.

“Alex.”

“Young Master, it’s not too late.”

“Buy them.”

“Young Master…”

“Buy them!”

At his commanding voice, Alex was left with no choice but to open his wallet.

‘Let’s just get this over with.’

Alex made the decision to swiftly resolve the matter before any unnecessary rumors could spread.

“……. “

Think positively.

Alex, who had been swayed by Lewin, changed his perspective.

As a young master with inscrutable thoughts, he must have had his reasons for acquiring these children.

Then.

‘Utilize them.’

He would train the three children before him meticulously and turn them into a force against Lewin.

‘If I can’t stop him, someone else will!’

If that were to happen, everything would turn out fine.

Feeling a sudden chill run down their spine, Daisy and the other two children glanced around, unaware that their fates had just been sealed.

***

The rattle of the carriage filled the air.

Listening to the sound, Daisy, who had been gazing down at the carriage floor, lifted her head.

“Ah….”

And the moment her eyes met the deep blue gaze before her, she immediately averted her gaze and lowered her head.

‘What lies ahead now?’

She had been sold.

That was a fact she had accepted.

She knew the day would come, but she had not expected it to arrive so soon.

And to whom…

‘I was sold to the Dryerf Duke?’

Daisy, who had never even entertained the thought of being sold to the prestigious Dryerf Duke, wondered.

‘What awaits me now?’

Revenge had always occupied her thoughts, but now that she had been sold to the Dryerf Duke, she was at a loss.

She had hoped to enhance her value and amass influence to carry out her plans, but facing the Dryerfs altered the entire dynamic.

A family that could be considered the most powerful on the entire continent.

‘If it’s a matter of influence, they surpass even the royal family.’

The very family she once served, before becoming a slave, and now the target of her revenge.

Could she accomplish her goals in a place that potentially wielded more influence than an entire kingdom?

‘Is it even possible?’

Even if she had been sold as a concubine to a lustful nobleman, her despondency would not have reached this level.

Even in her worst imaginings, if she had been sold as a maid to an insignificant noble, she would have had more agency than she currently possessed.

‘Can I bend that person to my will?’

She already knew the answer, yet she couldn’t bring herself to relinquish her desires.

Revenge.

The flickering flame of revenge, even when it seemed within reach, she refused to extinguish.

And then, from those lips.

“Do you desire something? If you do, I will grant it to you.”

What should she do to elicit those words?

‘…Huh?’

Daisy, sensing something amiss, lifted her head.

“Tell me.”

With a voice as sweet as a devil’s temptation, as if he knew everything, Daisy couldn’t resist the urge to speak.