Chronicles of Forgotten Extra-Chapter 125: A Typical Yandere Moment?

Amyra walked away with light steps.

Unlike her usual slow and measured steps, she was walking quickly.

Her face was warm, and her heart was pounding.

And—most importantly—she couldn't control her smile.

I finally did it.

I talked to my Alden.

She didn't care if he found it odd.

She had done it out of jealousy and desperation after hearing about his spar with Nyx.

Maybe he would find it suspicious, but at most, he would just think it was a side effect of the butterfly effect.

And she didn't regret it.

She had been too cautious before.

Not anymore.

I can't stay in the shadows.

If I stay like this, someone will snatch him away.

A dangerous thought flickered in her mind.

If only I could just lock him up somewhere…

Someplace where no one else could see him.

Where he could only look at me. Talk to me.

But I can't.

He would hate that.

He would hate me.

I can't let that happen.

A soft sigh escaped her lips.

She was having such thoughts while smiling like a lovestruck fool.

Then, her thoughts drifted back to their interaction.

I'm an idiot.

Why couldn't I say something normal?

"Spar with me."

Why was that the first thing that came out of my mouth?

Now he probably thinks I'm some kind of battle-crazed maniac.

At these thoughts she just wanted to bury her face in the ground.

… Or maybe this isn't so bad after all.

At least now, he has my number.

And who knows… maybe an "accident" will happen while we spar.

Her smile widened.

Definitely.

Accidents could definitely happen.

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Amyra's steps carried her toward the academy dorms.

She had spoken to him.

He had looked at her.

And now—he had her number.

This is definitely progress.

She was no longer going to wait in the shadows.

She was going to make her move in earnest from now on.

But—

Her expression darkened slightly.

There was still one problem.

Nyx.

Just thinking about that girl shifted her mood.

That filthy insect dared to touch my Alden.

Should I just kill her?

Amyra's fingers twitched.

I can't kill her.

Not yet.

Her mind worked quickly, assessing the situation.

Nyx will have to suffer for what she did.

She will understand the consequences of touching him.

But I can't be reckless.

Not yet.

Just then—

Her ManaSync vibrated.

Amyra pulled it out.

She saw a single message from an unknown sender.

She knew immediately who it was.

Alden.

Her breath turned rough.

"We can spar tomorrow evening."

"At the training ground inside the common lobby of dorms."

Amyra stared at the message, her grip on the device tightening.

The world around her faded.

So soon?

She had expected him to hesitate.

To think about it longer.

But no.

He had responded.

And he wanted to meet her.

A shiver of excitement ran down her spine.

Calm down. Don't look desperate.

She took a deep breath and typed.

"Alright."

It was a simple, direct and perfect message.

But in her mind, she was already planning.

This was it.

The first step toward something more.

And if she had her way…

Nyx would learn her place.

And about appearing suspicious to Alden?

Amyra had given up on that thought.

She was not going to act like some distant, cold villainess anymore.

She was going to rewrite her role.

And soon—

Alden would be mine.

Only mine.

Completely.

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Alden looked at the direction Amyra walked away.

He was still dumbfounded, as he couldn't understand what had just happened.

Amyra asked me for a spar?

How?

He just couldn't believe it.

Was it the result of the butterfly effect?

Probably.

That had to be the case.

Most of the things had changed, and he couldn't trust or follow the original novel anymore.

Not that it mattered, as he didn't have any intention to follow it anyway.

Alden had already planned to change the destiny of Amyra.

Amyra was useful—too valuable to leave as a villainess.

She had the potential to be an invaluable ally against the Demon King.

This spar will be a great way to get closer.

To push her onto a different path.

Most people at the academy admired Amyra but kept their distance.

She was too cold and untouchable.

But that could change.

Alright.

Let's do it.

But not now; I'll spar with her tomorrow.

He pulled out his ManaSync from his pocket.

He looked at the contact information he had just got from Amyra.

Did she prepare it beforehand?

Well, it doesn't matter.

He quickly saved the information without thinking much before sending a message.

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"We can spar tomorrow evening."

"At the training grounds inside the dorm lobby."

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It didn't take long before a reply arrived.

It was short and professional.

Alright.

With that settled, Alden turned his attention back to what truly mattered—figuring out the about the Spirit Pearl.

He needed to understand it. And for that, he needed answers.

Thinking such he made his way to the Library.

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The library was quiet, and not many students were present.

The librarian, an old man, was seated lazily on the reception desk.

His eyes were relaxed.

But Alden wasn't fooled.

That old man had probably noticed Alden long before he entered.

That old man was a high-ranking adventurer.

A secret powerhouse.

As for how Alden knew.

It was because he could see the status screen of others.

Yeah, just kidding.

That old man was mentioned in the novel.

He was actually captain of a secret assassination squad of the Imperial family.

He was a hidden trump card that no one except the emperor himself knew about.

As for what he is doing inside the academy.

It's simple.

To keep an eye on Jeremy.

The emperor was by no means stupid.

He had assigned the old man here as a failsafe if he found anything suspicious.

In the novel, he was the one who executed Jeremy after his plan to take over Lucien's body failed.

Alden didn't think this old man was stronger than Jeremy.

The only reason he had won was because of the backlash Jeremy suffered from his own failed spell.

Alden walked towards the reception.

"Good evening, sir." Alden greeted politely.

He was not a fool to offend some hidden powerhouse.

The librarian just nodded.

Alden had been greeting the old man ever since the academy started.

Not just for being polite.

Nope.

He was keeping his options open.

If Jeremy became a threat too soon—

This old man would be useful.

But that was a thought for another time.

Right now, he has a different priority to focus on.

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The library was way too vast.

Thankfully, he didn't have to search it all manually.

He could just use the terminal to check where any book was located to find them.

After walking for a few minutes, he arrived in front of a dusty old shelf located at the very edge of the library.

The shelves were barely maintained. Even the cleaners had ignored this area.

Nobody really comes here, huh?

The shelf was small and had only four books.

Huh?

Only four.

That's it?

He picked all four of them; he wasn't going to read them in the library today.

He was taking them back with him to his dorm.

The day was already too tiresome, and he didn't wish to make it more so by sitting in the boring library.

So he carried the books to the reception.

He stopped in front of the reception.

The old librarian looked at him and the books.

He said nothing.

Alden didn't, either.

He just handed over the books, signed the borrowing log, and left.

Let's do some reading now.