Chronicles of Forgotten Extra

Amyra sat beside Alden. Her cheeks flushed every time she glanced his way.

The noise in the classroom faded.

The nightmares she pretended to forget melted away.

The buzzing in her head — the weight, the fear, the ache — all of it vanished.

Just from being near him.

She hated how obvious she was.

Hated that he noticed.

And yet… she didn't want to look away.

Not when everything else felt broken, except him.

She had another nightmare last night of the day they first met.

It was strange how vividly she remembered that moment.

So much time had passed, yet that memory still felt like yesterday — too clear to fade.

Back then, everything around her had felt rotten.

People. Their smiles. Their words.

All of it filled with the stench of fakeness.

But he was the exception.

He was the first person who smiled at her like he meant it. Back then, she didn't realize how deeply she would fall for a boy so ordinary.

But the nightmare twisted even that. It warped the memory.

In the dream, his smile had changed — It was cold. Plastic. Like the others.

Fake.

And it terrified her.

Because even in a dream… losing that smile felt like losing the only real thing in her life.

He didn't love her now. Maybe he never would. But that didn't matter. Because she loved him and she remembered every moment with him.

Even if he came to hate her — she would love him.

Even if he loathed the very sight of her — she would stay.

And she would be there.

Always.

Whether he wanted her to be or not.

She turned her gaze toward Alden, his profile bathed in soft classroom light.

He hadn't changed.

He couldn't have.

I know I'm selfish… but please let me be with you a little longer.

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Alden sat through the boring class, his mind focused on anything but the class. It just wasn't something he was interested in.

He felt like his soul was leaving his body but only clung to his body knowing this was going to be the last class of the day.

After Cipher's class, he didn't focus on a single one. All of them were theoretical classes.

And Alden had read enough books to confidently say he knew most of the things taught today.

Even if he closed his eyes, he could recite it word-for-word from memory.

The current class was Elemental Efficiency class. The professor was a young eccentric type.

Richard Rockwell.

An Ascendant by twenty-eight, heir to a platinum-ranked guild and an eccentric genius who treated research papers like love letters.

Then the voice came.

"Do you think this class is boring?"

Alden's eyes snapped out of the daze.

Huh?

Who is he talking to?

An oppressive pressure targeted Alden accurately.

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Alden didn't even flinch by the pressure. Compared to what he'd faced before, this pressure was nothing but a breeze on a hot day.

"Yes," he said simply. "I find it boring."

A silence followed.

Around the room, students turned toward him in waves of confusion, gasps and amusement.

Someone whispered, "Why is that guy so arrogant?"

Another added, "Don't you know he's the future husband of the princess?"

"Wait, isn't that just a rumour?"

"No, even the king acknowledged it."

"…Someone told me she's pregnant with his child."

Alden barely resisted the urge to sigh.

That rumour again.

The sheer nonsense these fuckers added was staggering.

Pregnant? Really?

Don't let me find you fuckers?

Alden glared towards the source of sound as the murmur vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, Professor Rockwell seemed more confused than offended.

"Why do you think so?" he asked again, genuinely curious now.

Alden shrugged slightly.

"It's just boring."

Then, after a pause, he added,

"But that doesn't mean it's not important. I'm sorry for not paying attention."

Now that caught Richard off guard.

He blinked. "You're apologizing?"

"I'm just being honest," Alden replied.

The class was silent again.

It wasn't defiance. It wasn't arrogance. It was just… Alden. Matter-of-fact and blunt.

Professor Rockwell narrowed his eyes. He didn't know what to make of the boy.

All he knew was this: Jeremy hadn't taken a disciple in decades. If this was the one he finally accepted, there had to be more to Alden than a bad attitude and tired eyes.

Rockwell turned back to the board, pretending to move on but a thought lingered in his head:

Let's see how long you stay bored.

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Alden sat back down.

Well, that was rude.

He hadn't meant to say it out loud—it just slipped. Still, at least he managed to patch it up before it got worse.

Richard didn't seem like a bad guy… just the kind who thought passion meant reciting textbook theory like a bedtime story for ancient elves.

Seriously.

The man taught like he was reading from a stone tablet to an audience of ninety-year-olds.

His eyes casually drifted toward the back of the class—

Yup.

Zephyr was literally dozing off, head tilted, arms crossed.

No lightning bolts. No soul-crushing stare.

Figures.

Apparently Alden was the only one in this room who triggered boss fights just by existing.

Did I accidentally walk around with a disaster magnet stuck to my back?

Because honestly, the aggro I pull just by breathing is kind of impressive.

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It didn't take long for the class to end.

Richard left with one last glance at Alden—not angry, not offended.

Just… curious.

Alden met the look, shrugged and turned back to get up.

"Bro," Aziel leaned in, voice low and brimming with barely contained excitement, "City Square. Today. I found something fun."

His grin stretched wide.

Alden raised an eyebrow.

"What kind of fun?"

Aziel just smirked.

"You'll see."

Before Alden could reply—

A shadow fell over his desk.

Black boots. Tight stance. That presence.

He didn't need to look up to know who it was.

"Alden." A calm voice said.

Alden sighed.

Yep.

He finally looked up.

Zephyr.

Black hair like a storm, golden eyes sharp enough to cut through silence.

"I want a duel."

Simple. Flat. Like it wasn't even a request.

Aziel blinked.

Amyra, Nyx and Cecilia paused.

Alden just stared.

There was no rage in Zephyr's tone. No heat.

Just inevitability.

Yep. I'm definitely walking around with a disaster magnet.

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