I'm an Unknown Actress, But Everyone Knows Me Chapter 415.7: Special Side Story (Romance Fantasy AU)

“How did you get in? I set up a barrier.... Ahaha.”

Do Gyeoul looked at and broke into a bright smile, as if she had just discovered sothing entertaining.

“I took a wrong turn. I’ll be on my way now.”

“On your way? To where?”

She continued staring at like she was studying a specin.

“That cloak you’re wearing looks like the Grand Duke’s... a prisoner who snuck into the North?”

“No, no, no. Please don’t mind and just continue what you were doing.”

As I took a step back, Do Gyeoul extended her hand. Black smoke curled up from her slender fingertips.

“Ah—! Do Gyeoul, you lunatic!”

I squeezed my eyes shut.

Crash!

Before the smoke could touch , sothing shattered.

It was the brooch attached to Ji Haebeom’s cloak. It broke into pieces—probably so kind of protective item.

“...Interesting. For the first ti.”

Do Gyeoul muttered while looking down at the fragnts.

Taking advantage of that brief mont of distraction, I scrambled out of the palace. The ground beneath vibrated strangely, making my legs feel like they might give out at any second.

It had only been a short exchange, but goosebumps covered my entire body.

“Wow... I almost died....”

One Do Gyeoul was scarier than a golem the size of a house. I shook my head violently, trying to shake off that suffocating gaze.

“But seriously, where even is this....”

How was I supposed to get back to Ji Haebeom? I needed to retrace my steps, but I had run so blindly I had no idea where I’d co from.

“Whoa! Golems in the imperial palace?!”

“Hey! Miss! This is not the ti to be amazed!”

Perfect timing—familiar voices ca from beyond the wall.

“Dami—!”

* * *

It wasn’t just So Dami and Choo Gaeul standing beyond the topiary.

“Hey.”

Joo Junseo was there too. No—can’t call him that here. His na... there was sothing else....

“You saw and didn’t even greet ?”

“Hello first, I guess.”

Worried Do Gyeoul might co chasing after , I grabbed the edge of Joo Junseo’s cloak.

“Are you going to let go?”

“I’m shaking a lot right now. Why did you co so late?! I seriously thought I was going to die. I’m terrified, so let’s hurry up and go. Still, seeing a familiar face really helps calm down.”

“Calm down, my ass. I’m just taking you to the banquet entrance and leaving.”

While escorting , Joo Junseo suddenly grabbed my shoulder and stopped .

“Hey. There’s blood on your cheek.”

“Blood?”

“Where did you get scratched? You’re always so careless.”

It was probably from that stone that grazed earlier when the golem appeared.

“Ah! Do you even realize what kind of face this is?!”

That crazy Do Gyeoul. I’m not letting her off the hook.

Joo Junseo touched my cheek with his gloved hand.

“It’s not a deep cut.”

“It won’t scar, right? Look properly. What can you even tell with gloves on? This is a face that’s going to represent the country!”

“...Why are there so many demands?”

Despite the complaint, he took off his glove and gently brushed my cheek.

“So? How is it? Huh?”

I looked up at him, urging an answer. But instead, he just dragged a hand down my face.

“...Tch.”

For a mont, I unconsciously closed my eyes. When I opened them, he had already turned away and started walking again.

He moved faster than before, forcing to practically jog to keep up.

“Hey—why are you suddenly walking so fast?!”

“...None of your business.”

Watching us, So Dami muttered quietly,

“Wow... Gaira, you were right. We should’ve just reported it back then. That wanted notice this morning—it really was the thief who stole the Northern Knight Commander’s heart.”

“Seriously, miss, how are you going to survive in this world being this naive? If we’d reported it, we’d have gotten ten thousand gold. Do you know how many dresses that is?”

“Yeah... thanks to you, I could’ve recovered the dresses I owe the salon. At this rate, I’ll have to wear your maid outfit starting tomorrow.”

“....”

From sowhere in the distance, music began to drift through the air. The imperial banquet had started.

* * *

“Hey. If anything happens again later, just stay behind .”

At the entrance of the banquet hall, Joo Junseo spoke like a warning.

“And stop getting scratched sowhere and whining.”

“If I stay behind you, does that make safe?”

Looks like he hasn’t read romance fantasy.

If you stay near a major character, you’re guaranteed to get dragged into trouble. Being near him is basically a danger zone for .

‘If anything # Nоvеlight # happens, I’m running faster than anyone.’

As if he read my thoughts, Joo Junseo frowned.

“You think I’d let you get hurt?”

“Wondered where you went.”

A familiar voice cut in—it was Ji Haebeom.

He looked exactly the sa as before. Not a single scratch on him.

“Where did you wander off to? You even broke the brooch. And you’re late.”

“A lot happened. I’ll tell you later.”

“Mm. Give your hand first.”

As I took his hand and entered the imperial banquet hall, the sight nearly overwheld .

A massive chandelier, floral arrangents that looked like entire gardens transplanted indoors, and above, a ceiling shimring with starlight as if the Milky Way had been summoned through magic.

The hall was already packed with people.

‘Then it’s about ti...!’

The main character of a party always arrives last.

Right on cue—

Bang!

Two attendants near the doors stomped loudly. Then the Crown Prince’s arrival was announced, and every head turned.

The doors opened—

“...Holy shit.”

A noblewoman beside let out a curse.

“This is insane.”

It was no different from when Myeong Jeha appeared at the airport—except there were no caras.

Every woman was smiling brightly, as if they didn’t even have partners beside them. One husband tried to cover his wife’s eyes with a fan—she knocked it away within a second.

Dressed in a pristine white uniform, Myeong Jeha strode in, a crimson cloak billowing behind him.

The dals across his chest and the gold-thread epaulettes looked like they existed solely for him.

‘There really should’ve been caras.’

It felt like a genuine loss that a face like that wouldn’t be recorded.

Ji Haebeom’s dark uniform looked impressive too, but it wasn’t even the sa league.

‘He suits this better than casual clothes, too.’

I should’ve been used to it by now, but I still couldn’t look away.

As if sensing my gaze, his steps slowed—and stopped right in front of Ji Haebeom and .

“I greet Your Highness the Crown Prince.”

“...And the person beside you?”

Looking at his expression—he knows.

Good. Finally sothing I can rely on.

“My partner for tonight’s banquet.”

“...Hmm... I don’t recognize her. Haha.”

Myeong Jeha stared straight at .

But what was that look?

‘...It feels like the sa expression he had when he set a trap and waited...?’

No—not similar. It was exactly the sa.

“Save the prepared lie for later.”

Wait... does he not know anything either? No—that can’t be it. It absolutely can’t.

‘No way....’

As we held each other’s gaze, the music shifted. The center of the hall began to clear.

After briefly glancing at the empty floor—

“If you would grant the honor of the first dance.”

With a dazzling smile, Myeong Jeha extended his hand toward .

A dance? Out of nowhere?

“Oh my....”

“A love triangle?”

“My goodness....”

The whispers stabbed straight into my ears. Everyone was watching, fascinated.

“I don’t really want to get caught up in a bunch of kids’ love triangle....”

Ji Haebeom muttered quietly.

Hearing that, Myeong Jeha grabbed my hand.

“Then I’ll gladly accept.”

I was half-dragged toward the center of the hall by his long strides. His arm wrapped around my back with practiced ease.

“...Well, this is great.”

From the very first step, I stepped on his foot.

His finely shaped brows twitched slightly.

“Senior. You’re ssing with , right? What is going on here?”

I whispered so only he could hear. He smoothly turned our joined hands.

“Senior, huh....”

He murmured, then leaned closer.

Close wasn’t even the word—this was beyond 4K, practically 16K.

“Strange, isn’t it? Your etiquette is a complete ss, there’s suspiciously no information about you, you suddenly appeared at the Northern Temple, tried to run, and ended up here in the imperial palace....”

His low voice cut through the elegant waltz.

“There’s more than one thing to be suspicious about.”

His grip tightened around my back, preventing any escape.

“Who are you?”

So this is the despair route of a romance fantasy.

‘Even you, Senior....’

In the middle of all this, I stepped on his foot again.

As he effortlessly lifted into a turn, a cold smile curved his lips.

“You didn’t exist in any of the damn resets I’ve gone through....”

...Wait.

Senior.

You’re a regressor here too?