Chronicles of Forgotten Extra-Chapter 160: People Are Not Object?

Alden took this chance to slip away.

He wanted some alone time, without anyone disturbing his peace.

The rumours were too much.

And worst of all, it hadn't even been that long.

Someone is doing it deliberately.

Someone Alden could guess…

It's the doing of that b*tch. I'm sure.

Now that I think about it, I haven't seen her in class today.

Is she out of the academy?

Or is she scheming something new?

I think it's time to scam her again?

How should I do it this time?

Alden just tried to distract his mind by thinking about how to scam Seles.

Just then–

He arrived in a quiet hallway. Alden felt something was wrong.

Students weren't leaving.

They were gathering.

Waiting.

Nothing to do with me.

Alden shook his head and walked past them.

He was too busy contemplating if he could fake his own death.

"Stop right there, Draven!" a commanding voice echoed through the hallway.

Alden froze.

He turned around slowly, like a man about to face a firing squad.

Standing there, blocking his way, was a group of well-dressed students — capes, brooches, and everything.

At their front, a sharp-featured boy holding a literal scroll like it was a divine decree was standing.

Behind him were at least twenty other students, all standing at military-grade attention.

Alden blinked once.

What the hell is this?

The boy stepped forward, unrolling the scroll dramatically.

"In the name of the Royal Princess Amyra Support Association—" He paused, letting the words sink in. "—we demand an explanation!"

Alden stared blankly.

Before he could even ask what the hell they were talking about, a second voice cut in.

"Hold it."

Another group marched forward from the other side of the hallway.

These ones were much less organised — half of them tripped over each other — but their eyes burnt with unyielding loyalty.

At their front was a boy wearing glasses. The guy seriously looked like an otaku.

He pointed a trembling finger at Alden.

"The Ice Queen Nyx Fanclub does not accept this injustice." He spoke.

Alden took a step back.

What the actual fk is happening?

Am I having some kind of nightmare or what?

The two groups faced off like armies on the verge of war.

"Alden must choose," shouted the royal supporters.

"You have no right to pressure him," shouted the Ice Queen's forces. "Our Queen Nyx deserves happiness too."

"Princess Amyra is the pride of Valloria."

"Nyx is the ice flower of the academy."

Both sides started pulling out literal banners with slogans like

"Our Queen's Heart is NOT a Toy!"

"Protect the Royal Dignity!"

"Down with Two-Timing!"

"Choose or suffer, Draven!"

"Wait. Wait. I'm not dating either of them." Alden raised a hand. "We're just friends."

Silence.

The two groups exchanged glances.

Then the Amyra supporter leader cleared his throat importantly.

"We understand. You must protect their reputations," he said solemnly. "We will keep your secret noble love triangle confidential."

Alden choked on air.

THAT IS NOT WHAT I MEANT!!

Are you even listening to me, you bastards?

Before he could correct them, chaos erupted again.

Alden's soul ascended. If there was a stage past Nirvana, Alden probably would have reached it by now.

I can't do this.

The hallway devolved into a shouting match.

Slogans were hurled like spells.

One guy was even setting up a small table labelled "Nyx Choose Petition – Sign Here".

Just when Alden thought it couldn't get worse—

"Alden", a soft voice called from behind him.

He turned around.

Amyra and Nyx stood side by side, watching the chaos with unreadable expressions.

Even Aziel was with them.

Amyra's violet eyes sparkled with amusement.

Nyx looked mortified — her ears bright red — but she stood tall, pretending she didn't notice the twenty signs calling Alden a "heartthrob menace".

"As he said, we are just friends." Amyra looked clearly amused.

Both the groups fell silent at her declaration.

She continued.

"Still, I'm curious about one thing, Alden." She said, tilting her head just slightly. "If you had to choose... which one would it be?"

"Me or Nyx."

The hallway fell deathly silent.

Everyone — EVERYONE — leaned in to listen to his answer.

Even a bird outside stopped chirping. Or at least it seemed like that to Alden.

Amyra just looked at him blankly.

Nyx's fingers tightened around the hem of her jacket.

Alden looked at both of them calmly.

What do they mean to choose?

The thing about choosing didn't sit well with him.

He opened his mouth—

"People are not objects, Amyra." He said calmly, "They can't be chosen on a whim."

These were his honest thoughts.

People are beings… rational beings made up of emotions and capable of showing love.

There was no choosing involved. Love is not an MCQ question with multiple answers.

It happens naturally without choosing. A person cannot choose who he will fall in love with after all.

Amyra and Nyx were both exceptionally beautiful, but did he love them? Nope.

Even in the future if he somehow fell in love with someone.

There would be no choosing involved. It would be simply him falling in love.

He wasn't like one of those protagonists who would fall in love with many women and then struggle to choose. Then finally decides to form a harem.

If he loved someone, he would only love them.

_

Amyra tilted her head slightly. "I see."

She wasn't offended. She just sounded like someone who had just learnt something valuable.

She understood it herself now – she had always treated emotions as tools, but the truth was, she didn't fully understand most of them.

She couldn't even feel most emotions, except for one—

The fear of being alone again in a world without Alden.

She didn't want to be alone in this cold world, without the only warmth she felt.

Alden looked at her with an approving smile.

He knew Amyra didn't mean anything bad from her question.

To him, she seemed like an emotionally grey person.

He had only known her for a day, but still he felt like she was trying to understand emotions genuinely.

Even when her smile felt practised, he knew she was at least trying her best.

Alden's gaze scanned the second person affected by this question.

Nyx.

She was looking at him with conflicted eyes. Her fists were clenched.

Her eyes were shaking slightly as if she couldn't believe something about his answer.

Huh? What's with her reaction?

Is she perhaps… angry that I didn't choose her?

Has she really fallen for my undeniably handsome looks?

Alden would have loved to stand here enjoying his brief moment of narcissism.

But he really couldn't with all those simp bastards staring at him with dumbfounded expressions, as they also couldn't believe what he just said.

He just turned around and walked out of the hallway.

He could hear murmurs as he left, but he didn't turn back.

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Nyx stood in the hallway, watching as Alden walked away calmly.

He didn't even turn back.

Honestly, the day had been a little too chaotic for her.

Her thoughts turned to the chaos that had unfolded today.

The moment she'd entered the classroom, whispers had surrounded her.

Rumours about her and Alden—strange, absurd rumours. Just the thought of them made her ears turn bright red.

One of them even talked about her supposedly carrying his child.

It was so ridiculous that she almost choked. But it didn't stop her cheeks from burning.

She had tried to brush them off, deciding instead to focus on her plan. After all, she still had to save Amyra. That was her priority.

And now, finding out she had a fan club was the last thing she needed.

She just stood still watching Alden's fading back.

"People are not objects. They can't be chosen on a whim." His words still rang in her ears.

That was too cool. No, wait... it was cliché.

She thought, trying to shake the lingering sense of unease.

She has always seen and thought of Alden as a playboy—someone who used others and never took anything seriously.

It was the only explanation for his actions.

But today, with his words echoing in her mind, she felt strange.

They didn't feel like a lie… If anything, they felt like his genuine emotions.

Her mind struggled to believe this with everything she had thought about him.

Was he truly not just playing around?

Was it possible… Was all that truly an accident?

No. That can't be possible.

She tried to convince herself.

He doesn't get to say something like that and suddenly become some noble, deep guy.

He is trying to act cool. I'm sure.

She shook her head slightly.

Hmph, it's not like I care about him or anything. I just want to save Amyra.

Thinking such she just turned around to leave.