Chronicles of Forgotten Extra-Chapter 133: You’re Mine?

A few minutes ago—

Amyra stood in the arena, arms crossed, as Alden finally entered behind her.

Late.

Again.

She didn't show it, but she was irritated.

He was always like this—nonchalant, distracted and never taking things seriously unless it was something he cared about.

Amyra took a deep breath and controlled her urge to roll her eyes.

Still, this was fine.

She had already planned everything.

Today, she was going to teach him a short lesson.

And maybe… a little confession in disguise.

She turned toward him, her cold gaze locking onto his.

Did my glare intimidate him?

Good.

"You don't need to hold back," she said, her tone still cold.

Alden just nodded.

He was tapping his finger constantly. It was something he only did when he was bored.

Does he not like being with me?

Why, dear?

Why are you so impatient?

Should I just tie you up and keep you by my side until you learn to focus only on me?

She quickly shook off those thoughts.

Only if it were that easy.

How good it would have been.

But I don't want to be hated.

At least not by him.

But seeing that half-lost look of his irked her.

A little punishment won't hurt, will it?

Yeah, it won't.

"Let's begin now, shall we?"

She didn't move.

Instead, she waited.

Alden hesitated for a moment, then predictably rushed in.

His face had a smirk. He didn't even consider her a threat without mana.

He had that arrogant confidence in close combat—thinking that because she was a mage, she was going to be naturally weaker.

Big mistake, dear…

You shouldn't underestimate someone.

At least not without knowing their capabilities.

His fist shot toward her—fast and strong.

His speed was fast.

But that's all.

His movements were too predictable to Amyra.

She simply lifted her palm.

Just as the fist connected, she redirected it with slight strength.

Alden stumbled forward.

He was completely thrown off the balance.

His shocked face was also too handsome.

Amyra could almost hear his thoughts—what just happened?

She resisted the urge to smile at his confused face.

Instead, she let out a slow, mocking sound.

She couldn't afford to be soft.

"Is this all?" she said coolly.

Alden's face twitched in frustration.

Good.

She knew how Alden was. He didn't like losing.

The moment he stabilised, she moved.

A knee to his stomach—dodged.

An elbow strike—blocked, but she felt his bones shake from the impact.

A series of precise strikes, forcing him back.

He's good, she admitted.

But it's still not enough, dear.

Not against them.

Although Amyra's main motive behind this spar was to have a lucky accident

But there was one other motive.

She wanted to see how much he had grown.

She wasn't just fighting him—she was reading him.

Trying to guide him.

Every move he made, she had already seen it coming.

His movements were too predictable.

Then, suddenly—

He started dancing.

Amyra blinked.

…What?

Alden twirled.

Did he just spin?

He bent backward dramatically—dodging like he was in some ballroom performance.

What are you doing, dear?

Are you trying to seduce me on purpose?

Part of her actually enjoyed it. There was a strange charm to how unpredictable and absurd it was.

She knew this wasn't his usual style. She could guess where it came from.

Still, she let him believe it was working.

She adjusted.

She let herself "slip up" slightly, just enough for him to feel like he was getting the upper hand.

Let him get confident.

And then—

It was time for the final act.

She positioned herself carefully.

Made sure her footing was exactly right.

She baited him—

Guiding him to the exact position she had prepared beforehand.

It was only natural to slip while doing some chaotic movement, right?

There is definitely not some slipping magic cast on that position in advance.

Definitely not.

Right?

Aldem took a sudden step forward, shifting the balance—

And then—

His foot slipped.

Just as she had calculated.

His body crashed into hers.

She could have dodged it, but she didn't resist.

She felt the warmth of his body.

And then—

His lips brushed softly against her lips.

Amyra's heart started pounding. She wanted to hold him down.

A kiss.

He kissed me.

Even if it was short, even if it wasn't intentional on his side—

It happened.

That's all that mattered.

For a second, she wanted to grab his head and pull him in again.

Pin him down.

Make the kiss deeper and longer.

Make it hers—completely.

But she didn't.

Not yet.

For a split second, she tasted something faintly sweet.

Alden.

—!!!

The moment felt longer than it was.

She wanted time to stop for a while.

Then, Alden reacted first— practically throwing himself backward in horror.

"I—I didn't mean—" He said. His face was calm as always. But Amyra could see his ears turn red…

I know you didn't, dear.

But I did.

Amyra quickly acted her part as she pressed a hand to her lips.

She let her face flush a delicate shade of pink.

Her fingers were trembling slightly.

Her lips parted, just barely.

She let her eyes widen, her expression soft, vulnerable—a perfect mixture of shock and innocence.

The kind of look that would make anyone feel guilty.

She had practised this reaction many times.

And—

It worked.

Alden seemed like his entire soul left his body.

His panicked expression was priceless and beautiful.

He looked like he wanted to dig a hole and die.

She bit her lip and lowered her gaze.

Her face turned even more pink.

Although the accident was calculated… Some part of her wasn't an act anymore.

Her heart really was racing.

That soft taste hadn't faded.

She replayed it in her mind. Again and again.

She loved it.

She wanted more.

Should I kiss him for real next time?

Would he run again?

Or would he freeze?

Then—she whispered, hesitating slightly—

"…I – It's fine."

Alden looked like he was about to die on the spot.

Perfect.

Before he could recover—

A loud voice interrupted.

"What the hell?"

Amyra turned.

Oh.

Nyx was standing there—staring with wide, disbelieving eyes.

And she wasn't alone.

The top ten students were all here.

Aziel whistled.

"See, Cecilia? I told you Alden's the real playboy."

Alden visibly died inside.

Amyra blinked innocently and clutched the hem of her shirt slightly, looking just a little overwhelmed.

She barely suppressed a smile.

Mission accomplished.

She looked like the picture of a shy and startled girl.

Inside?

She was laughing.

This couldn't have gone better.

Everything had gone exactly as planned.

Well—

Almost.

Her fingers brushed her lips again.

The lingering warmth remained.

It was intoxicating.

She let herself smile—just a little—when no one was looking.

One kiss today.

But not the last.

You're mine, Alden.

You just don't know it yet.

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"What the hell?"

Seles heard a loud voice just from beside her.

She looked in that direction only to see Nyx standing there with mouth wide open.

Seles was the one who had lured Nyx here.

Not just her.

She had lured almost all top ten students except Zephyr here.

Just for one reason…

To tarnish Amyra's reputation.

She had overheard Amyra talking on her ManaSync to someone in the cafeteria.

Something about sparring with Alden and beating the crap out of him.

So she lured all the elites here.

Her plan was simple.

Let Amyra beat Alden to a pulp.

Spread the story: "The cold princess went too far. She's dangerous. Unstable."

A few whispers in the right ears, and her academic reputation would start to crumble.

Amyra—the cold princess—would have been branded as violent, aggressive, and dangerous.

All the top students would have been witnesses.

That would have been the first step of her revenge against Amyra.

But instead, an entirely different scene played out in front of them.

As soon as they had entered the hall, they saw Alden pinning Amyra on the ground and their lips brushing each other.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

And why the hell is she reacting like that?

Seles looked at Amyra. Her face was flushed pink, and her fingers trembled.

Is that the same Amyra I know? The same girl who had brutally tortured me at the mention of Alden's name in the virtual battle?

Seles had thought Amyra hated Alden from the reaction she had shown in virtual reality.

Then why?

Why is she reacting like that?

Seles just couldn't comprehend Amyra's reaction.

Is that her true face? An innocent girl pretending to be cold to shield herself from politics?

Or was this all just an act?

If it was indeed an act? For what reason?

She can't really like Alden, can she?

Just then a voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"See, Cecilia, I told you Alden was the real playboy." Aziel spoke loudly.

An idea popped into Seles's mind at that moment.

Maybe it isn't that bad after all.

This might work even better than what I had planned before.

Thank you, Aziel. You just gave me the perfect idea.

Seles smirked.

If they seem like lovers… let me help them become one in the public eye.

A new plan was cooked up in her mind.

Alden—an illegitimate son of the Draven family. Technically noble. Barely.

A stain his family wanted to erase.

And Amyra—the most adored daughter of the emperor.

If people believed they were dating… or worse, secretly dating…

That would be a scandal not just at the level of academia anymore but at the level of the whole empire.

Amyra would be branded as a foolish girl driven by lust.

And Alden?

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A climber and a manipulator.

Someone who was shameless enough to seduce a princess to elevate his own position.

Neither of them would walk away unscathed.

Their reputations would crumble.

And the best part?

Just a few words here and there and she won't have to do anything else.

Let the real fun begin.