Chronicles of Forgotten Extra Chapter 150: A Not So Awkward Dinner?

After carefully tucking the Spirit Pearl into his pocket, Alden walked toward the exit.

He paused for a second, taking one last glance at himself in the mirror.

Handso as always.

As he stepped out of the dorm, the door clicked shut behind him.

Or… it should've clicked.

But there was no sound.

Alden turned around, frowning.

Right… Amyra ntioned the intruder broke the door.

He sighed.

Great. Do I have to get it fixed now?

F**k that intruder.

He inspected the door. No visible damage. Not even a scratch.

But the mana lock?

Completely disabled.

How the hell did that happen?

What kind of ability breaks a mana lock that cleanly?

His jaw clenched.

If I ever find that bastard… I'm beating him to death.

He chuckled softly and let the thought go.

Whatever. It was over.

Alden slid the manual lock into place.

Yes, his dorms still had those.

Useless against anyone stronger than , but better than nothing.

That's why Mana Locks were standard—strong, convenient, and unbreakable for most.

But he didn't have a choice right now.

And it's not like he had anything valuable to steal.

Most of his stuff was in his storage ring anyway.

With that sorted, Alden stepped into the elevator.

Destination: dorm exit.

Amyra had ssaged that she'd be waiting there.

Soon he exited the building.

He saw Amyra waiting there. Her clothes looked a bit too fancy to be just a casual night outing.

She must be one of those who liked to dress for every small occasion.

"Hi, Amyra." Alden greeted her.

She was his friend now. So he should at least act the part.

Even if we have friends for just a few hours.

Alden thought sarcastically.

"Um… hi, Alden."

She smiled—small, almost unsure. Like she wasn't quite used to saying it.

Alden noticed her smile. Amyra smiled rarely.

Heck, in the novel, it was shown that she never smiled and was ruthless.

But the one in front of him seed just like an innocent girl who had been trying too hard to have a genuine friend.

Just then he felt a presence.

He was just about to turn his head, but Amyra was faster; her head snapped in that direction.

He followed her gaze.

A girl with black hair and blue eyes was walking towards them.

Her expressions were so serious, as if she were going to so war.

Nyx.

Why's she looking at so seriously?

Has she also gone mad?

None of the business.

She must be going back to dorms.

But contrary to his thinking, she stopped right in front of him and Amyra.

"Hii, Amyra. Hi, Alden." She greeted them.

Alden blinked.

What?

Was that a greeting?

From Nyx?

For a brief second, he considered the possibility that he was hallucinating.

Maybe he hit his head during the trial, and he was still in a coma, dreaming up this bizarre scenario.

Because Nyx—stone-cold, socially allergic Nyx—had never greeted him like that before.

She'd barely acknowledged his existence, unless it was to shoot him a judgental glare or look at him like she'd just stepped in sothing disgusting.

Especially after that accident, her gaze just intensified even more.

And now?

She was smiling?

Even greeting?

What the actual hell was happening?

Still, he forced a polite nod. "Hi, Nyx."

She turned her eyes to Amyra next, her expression unreadable.

Amyra, anwhile, didn't even try to hide her annoyance.

She barely spared Nyx a glance and replied with a dismissive hum.

Then, of course, ca the question.

The one Alden wasn't really expecting.

"So," Nyx asked casually, "Where are you two headed this late?"

Alden paused.

There is sothing off here.

That question might've sounded innocent to an outsider, but coming from Nyx?

It was suspicious as hell.

Still, Alden wasn't about to act weird in public. And if he could gain more information about her, he could at least understand if she was really related to Ren.

He kept his tone light. "Just dinner."

Nyx tilted her head, as if surprised. "Dinner?"

"Yeah," he said. "We're just off to have dinner."

And because social expectations demanded it, Alden continued. "Do you want to join us?"

He expected her to decline.

Politely, coldly, like she always did.

Instead—

Sothing completely unexpected happened.

"Sure," she said, with a calm expression. "I haven't eaten yet."

Alden froze.

Wait. What?

She accepted?

She actually accepted?

Shalessly?

This was the second ti tonight his brain failed to compute Nyx's behaviour.

First the greeting, now this.

Sothing was seriously wrong.

Did she hit her head or sothing?

He glanced at Amyra, half-expecting her to be surprised too.

But to his surprise, Amyra didn't react explosively.

Her face was as cold as always.

What Alden didn't know was that a wave of bloodlust had already hit Nyx.

As for why Alden didn't notice it.

It was simple.

Because it wasn't any Aura or Mana-induced bloodlust. It wasn't even an instinctive one.

Nope.

It was the special bloodlust of a Yandere who could scare away their competitor without making their dear notice.

A technique which Amyra had mastered long since.

Nyx's face twitched slightly at the edges.

Alden looked at Nyx. He just sighed in his heart.

Great.

What a peaceful night.

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After the initial awkward encounter, they ended up at a small, quiet restaurant just a short walk from the dorms.

It was one of the more upscale places, mostly used by nobles, but Alden didn't really care about status—he just wanted food and maybe five minutes of peace.

Too bad that was a luxury he wouldn't be afforded tonight.

And Nyx had shalessly followed them. To be honest, Alden didn't mind.

The reason?

Nyx was a totally unknown and unpredictable elent, and if he could beco friends with her, he could at least keep an eye on her.

They soon sat down by the window.

Alden took a seat beside the window.

Amyra sat on a chair just beside him. Nyx, whereas, sat on the seat opposite to him.

As soon as they sat down, the chaos began.

The waiter ca over and took their orders.

Alden went with grilled steak and buttered potatoes.

Amyra picked sothing fancy—lobster ravioli with white wine sauce.

Nyx? She just ordered what Amyra did.

The second the waiter left, Amyra turned to Alden.

"Do you cook for yourself?" Amyra asked suddenly, then paused. "I an, I don't really see you in the cafeteria."

She tried to initiate casual conversation. Although she looked a bit awkward.

Alden didn't mind that.

"I cook for myself most of the ti," Alden replied. "Stuff at the cafeteria is… edible, but I don't really like it."

"Isn't it dangerous to cook alone in a dorm room?" Before Amyra could respond, Nyx cut in, her voice filled with innocent sarcasm. "What if you accidentally burn the place down?"

Alden blinked.

That… wasn't even a good interruption.

What does that have to do with anything?

"I'm not that bad at cooking." Still, he gave her a smile. "I don't like to brag, but I can actually cook decently."

Amyra looked slightly annoyed at Nyx's interruption but tried to remain composed.

She didn't want to ruin her dinner date with her dear just because of an annoying pest.

After Alden's reply.

An awkward silence followed.

All three of them didn't know how to continue the conversation.

Just then Amyra tried to speak again.

"A-Anyway," Amyra said, "Alden, do you like spicy food?

"Yeah, a bit. Not the super spicy kind, though." Alden replied.

Nyx interfered again.

Nyx leaned forward, faking interest. "Is that because you have a weak constitution?"

"What?" Alden frowned. "No?"

What the hell is her deal?

Why is she trying to mock ?

Does she hate or sothing?

Then why the hell is she even here?

Then it clicked in his mind.

Is she actually trying to take revenge for that accident?

Yeah, that had to be the case.

She continued.

"I read that people who can't handle spice are often very weak."

"Where did you even hear that from?"

Nyx replied with a slight blush as if embarrassed. "A book."

Alden stared at her.

Okay, now she was just being weird on purpose.

Amyra, however, was seconds away from combusting.

Every ti she tried to talk, Nyx would interrupt with so passive-aggressive jab or a completely unrelated comnt that sohow dragged Alden into weird discussions about trauma, hygiene, or emotional health.

It was ridiculous.

At one point, Amyra tried to ask if Alden liked desserts, to which Nyx interrupted with, "People who like sweet things are often hiding bitterness in their lives."

Amyra was gripping her fork so hard it was bending. And Alden could understand her reaction.

Nyx was just too much.

He didn't know she was like this. Every ti Amyra tried to say sothing, Nyx interrupted her.

By the ti the food arrived, the tension at the table could've sliced through steel.

Alden tried to focus on his steak and ignore the increasingly hostile aura radiating from both girls.

But it was hard.

So he tried to clear the awkwardness in the air.

He cleared his throat. "So, uh… the weather's nice tonight."

"Indeed," Nyx nodded. "Perfect for exposing manipulative liars."

Alden's eyes twitched. He didn't respond.

She is definitely high on sothing.

If the food weren't so good, he would've left already.

Eventually, Nyx leaned back in her seat, content that she'd ruined enough of Alden's plan.

And Alden?

He just wanted dessert and sleep.

They sohow made it through the al without actual bloodshed.

Barely.

As they stepped out of the restaurant, Alden spoke. "Well, that was… sothing."

Nyx spoke blankly, "I didn't like the food."

Amyra looked like she was seriously considering murder.

Alden didn't know whether to laugh or run.

But one thing was clear.

This whole "friends" thing?

It was going to be way more complicated than he ever imagined.

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Author's Note:

The next chapter is optional. It mainly offers a glimpse into Nyx's personality.

Feel free to skip it if it's not your thing!