Chronicles of Forgotten Extra

Few minutes ago—

Alden entered the arena following Amyra.

Her cold look sent shivers down his spine but he controlled it.

For some reason she looked pissed.

Why is she so angry just because I was a bit late?

Well whatever.

Let's just get this over with.

He had far more important things to do after this.

I have to experiment with my sword of chaos after this.

He was excited to check whether his sword can transform into a lightsaber or not.

That was the real question.

Because honestly—

Who doesn't want a f**king lightsaber?

Alden took a deep breath.

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"You don't need to hold back." Amyra's cold voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

Alden just nodded.

We will see about it.

"Let's begin now, shall we?" Amyra signalled me to begin.

She didn't move.

Is she waiting for me to make the first move?

How arrogant?

Alden didn't hesitate. He shot forward with all his speed.

Only one voice screaming in his head

LIGHTSABER

LIGHTSABER

He didn't care much about this spar.

It's not like I'll lose to a mage in close combat right?

Alden pulled his fist back mid motion ready to strike her.

He wasn't going to seriously hurt her.

Just enough to end the match.

A smirk appeared on Alden's face.

Amyra still wasn't moving.

Am I too fast for her?

Just when his fist was going to make contact.

She just raised her palm.

His punch connected—but instead of impact, she redirected it to the side.

Huh?

Alden's body stumbled forward.

What the hell was that?

How did she do that?

If she had dodged it would have been easier but redirecting the strike.

It wasn't easy.

Even Alden couldn't do it consistently unless he had Spirit Sense active. Even then he struggled.

But she was doing it without mana.

Redirecting the strike needed utmost precision and timing. Something that came with only experience.

Or insane reaction speed.

Alden quickly regained his balance.

He thought Amyra would take this moment to strike him.

But the expected attack never came.

Instead— a slow mocking sound came.

"Is this all?" Her voice was still cold.

Alden felt frustrated.

She is strong.

I can't afford to underestimate her.

Just then—

She moved.

She was fast.

Alden barely had time to react before she was already on him, forcing him on the defensive.

A knee shot toward his stomach.

What the hell?

He twisted his body slightly, dodging by just an inch.

But Amyra was already following up.

She spun her body and attacked with her elbow taking advantage of the momentum.

Tch.

Alden blocked just in time.

The impact sent shock throughout his bones, a pain shot out through his arm. It felt numb.

But he didn't let it throw him off.

Her physical strength is nothing to scoff at either.

She targeted all his blindspots with ease.

But he wasn't going to give up either.

If anything it just sparked his battle maniac tendency. His heart pounded.

A smirk appeared on his face unconsciously.

He countered with a punch of his own, aiming straight for her shoulder.

Amyra sidestepped effortlessly.

Even her dodge was elegant and graceful.

Damn.

She was good.

Better than I expected.

Most mages weren't trained in hand-to-hand combat.

They relied on spells and ranged attacks..

Even the ones who did train in close combat weren't this skilled.

Amyra was a true monster.

This aspect of her was never mentioned much in the novel.

Only her skills as a mage were highlighted.

But Amyra?

She was different.

She flowed like water, evading and countering, always one step ahead.

It didn't take long for Alden to realize the problem.

She wasn't just dodging him.

She was predicting his every move.

If that's what you are doing I'll just have to do something unpredictable.

And what's more unpredictable than the dance that Gretta taught me.

He started the dance movement. It was not the movement technique.

Nope.

He couldn't activate it without mana.

It was just the dance steps taught to him by Gretta.

His body twisted, spun, and stepped in a way that made no logical sense in a fight.

He moved as if he were in the middle of a ballroom performance.

A dramatic turn—

A weird backward shift—

A sudden twirl of movement—

Amyra blinked.

Is she thrown off?

Alden smirked.

It's working.

…Or so he thought.

The truth?

Amyra was leading him into a trap.

Alden dodged another one of her punches with an elegant backbend.

Haha! Take that.

Alden was enjoying the fight.

The punch passed from above his head.

Then he tried to follow up with a spinning kick—

But then—

Whoops..

His foot slipped.

And—

He fell forward.

Right toward Amyra.

Before she could react he crashed into her.

His lips brushed against hers.

He felt a soft sensation on his lips…

A faint, sweet taste.

Like strawberries.

For a fraction of a second—!!!

Alden's brain shut down.

Amyra froze.

The world seemed to stop.

…Wait.

WHAT?

Alden's soul left his body.

Did I just—

Did I just accidentally—

Kiss Amyra?

This was bad.

This was really bad.

He quickly pushed himself off of her.

His heart pounded violently.

His face burned.

"I—I didn't mean—"

He turned toward Amyra—

And—

She was flustered.

Her eyes were wide open. Her face was turning pink. Her hands clutched the hem of her shirt tightly.

Her lips shifted slightly.

She looked so shocked and fragile that—

Something stirred in Alden's chest.

A primal urge. To protect.

His mind, still blank from the shock, registered one thing—

She looked… really cute.

His heartbeat refused to slow down.

Amyra hesitated, her fingers touching her lips for a moment—

Then she shook her head quickly as if trying to clear her thoughts.

She looked away, biting her lip, her face still flushed.

Alden… felt guilt stab into his gut.

He didn't even know why he felt guilty, but—

Damn it.

He averted his gaze, rubbing the back of his neck.

"It was an accident."

Amyra didn't respond immediately.

She just nodded, still looking soft and vulnerable.

Alden was shocked seeing this side of her.

The cold villainess never looked so fragile and vulnerable.

A realisation dawned on Alden.

She was not a Villainess and this was not just a world of novels.

This was his reality.

Even thinking the character should be acting the same was his mistake.

He had been subconsciously treating them as mere character.

But they were real people with real minds, not some mindless character that followed the author's whim.

Then—

Amyra finally spoke.

"…I-It's fine."

Her voice was small.

Alden felt even worse.

He was going to hell for this.

Just then another sound interrupted him—

"What the hell?"

Alden looked in the direction of voice only to see.. Nyx standing there with mouth wide open.

She was not alone..

All the top ten students were there except Zephyr.

They all had different expressions.

Aziel who seemed to have just returned from the mission even whistled saying 'That was Smooth.'

"See, Cecilia, I told you Alden is the real playboy."

Damn it, someone just kill me already.

Chapter End

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Authors Special Note — A short Side Story

Alden's Extra Adventure and a Special Gift....

Alden and Aziel were walking along the quiet roadside, chatting about the academy's last absurd training session, when suddenly—

A sleek black car came to a halt right in front of them.

A window rolled down.

From within came a voice—smooth, commanding, and just a little dramatic.

"Huh? Get out of the way, peasant."

Alden blinked. "Ah—sorry?"

There was a pause.

Then the voice returned, now sounding amused. "Oh, a polite one, huh?"

And just before the car sped off again, the voice called out,

"Hey! Give this polite guy a castle!"

The car went away, leaving only confusion.

Alden stared after it, dumbfounded.

"Who was that? And… are cars even allowed within the academy grounds?" Alden asked, still stunned.

Aziel just shrugged. "That's Ismuer for you."

"Who's Ismuer?" Alden frowned.

"No idea," Aziel replied with a grin. "But they seem like a good person."

"Thanks For the gift Mr.Ismuer." Alden said thanks before going on his way.

A special shoutout to our first Castle Giver.