Chronicles of Forgotten Extra-Chapter 156: He really isn’t a bad guy?

A boy. Around Vanyaa's age.

That was all it took. Curiosity: triggered. So, naturally, she did the reasonable thing.

She broke into her mom's office.

Her mom was always extremely cautious. Vanyaa knew it wouldn't be easy, but she managed to swipe some files—just a few. Enough to get what she needed.

Her mom has already find out identity of the boy because she didn't trust anyone easily.

That's when she saw the name.

Alden Draven.

He'd commissioned her mom for information on a girl named Nyx.

If I get that info before Mom finishes the job… she'll finally be proud of me.

So, she ran away.

Left home the next morning, leaving behind nothing but a handwritten note:

"I'll be back. Promise."

Infiltrating the Academy wasn't hard. Not with her Soul Ability—Ancient Bloodline: Genesis.

It let her transform into a cat.

Currently, she could only manage a tiny form—but it was enough.

And so her mission began.

She started tailing Nyx from the shadows. Gathering small details. Watching her from windows, hallways, rooftops.

Then something strange happened.

She started… liking her.

Nyx was awkward. Cold on the outside. But her heart was warm—just buried deep beneath walls of steel.

The more Vanyaa watched her, the more she felt like they were… similar.

Days passed peacefully.

Until the incident.

She was wandering through an old, abandoned garden when she saw them—shady-looking men in dark cloaks meeting a hooded figure.

Curiosity struck again.

She got closer. Hiding. Watching.

They brought out a collar sealed in a glass case, calling it an "ancient artifact."

Something inside her stirred.

Her Special Ability—Steal—tugged at her consciousness like a mischievous whisper.

Take it.

At that moment, under her ability's influence she didn't think anything. She just acted.

She tried to steal the case. Only the collar came.

Figures.

The moment she touched it, the collar latched onto her neck and refused to come off.

She panicked.

The men noticed her. The hooded one vanished, but the others gave chase. She ran blindly. Hiding. Dodging.

She even got injured.

Just when she thought she was going to get caught, she ran into him.

Alden Draven.

The boy from the files.

She thought—maybe—he could help. Maybe he'd understand.

From his files, he seemed to be … at least not a bad guy.

He had even killed some bad guys–some slave traders.

So she decided to place her trust in him.

And then… this happened.

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She somehow became his servant. And most importantly she didn't even know what that meant.

Did that mean I have to serve him?

Her ears turned red.

No.. no … I won't.

I won't be anyone's servant.

Still, she somehow felt him more trustworthy.

Is it due to the contract?

She looked at the boy now standing calmly with his crimson eyes lost in his thoughts.

He suddenly snapped his head in her direction.

"Oh.. I'm sorry. I was just thinking about something." He said. "So what now?"

"We'll…. have to tell my mom about this." Vanyaa spoke hesitantly.

"Should I just message her?" Alden pulled out his ManaSync.

"No..no..that will just make her more mad." Vanyaa quickly stopped him. "We have to tell her directly. Face to face."

"Well, let's go tomorrow after class then,"Alden replied.

"Mhm" Vanyaa just nodded..

Just then her stomach rumbled as loud as thunder.

Her expressions turned red like tomatoes.

Alden looked at her for a moment, then smiled.

"Alright, wait here. I'll cook something real quick."

Vanyaa lowered her head in embarrassment.

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"It was due to transformation." She muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alden didn't say anything and just walked back to the kitchen with a smile.

Vanyaa just stood still, looking at his back.

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Soon,

The smell of something delicious started spreading from the kitchen.

Her ears twitched. Her tail—if it were fully out—would've wagged.

She sat awkwardly at the edge of the couch, trying very hard not to look like she was waiting for food.

Even though she totally was.

A few minutes later, Alden returned with a tray.

"Nothing fancy," he said, placing a bowl in front of her. "Just some spicy beef stew and bread."

Vanyaa's eyes sparkled.

She took the spoon. Tried to act dignified. Failed within three seconds.

"Hah… hot!" She puffed her cheeks, fanning her mouth.

But then she dug in again, not caring about the heat. Her eyes narrowed in bliss.

It had been days since she ate food … proper food.

Alden chuckled quietly and returned to cleaning up the kitchen.

Halfway through her second bowl, Vanyaa suddenly paused.

"…You cook really well."

Alden glanced back. "Thanks."

Silence.

"…Better than my mom." She recalled her mother's food.

If this food was elixir then her mom's food was definitely poison.

Whenever she complained. Her mother said it was to make her stomach strong.

Which Vanyaa definitely didn't believe.

Alden just blinked, then grinned. "I'll take that as the highest compliment possible."

She nodded, stuffing the last piece of bread into her mouth like a squirrel hoarding treasure.

When she was finally done, she sat back, full and a little dazed. Her head tilted lazily against the couch pillow.

"Alright," Alden said, drying his hands with a towel. "Let me show you where you'll be sleeping."

Vanyaa tensed. "Sleep?"

"You know… that thing normal people do after eating and running from cultists?"

He started walking toward the hallway. She stood up, following behind him.

He opened the door.

"This room's a spare one, usually for guests. Sheets are clean. There's a bathroom inside, and… uh, yeah. No cursed collars in there, I promise."

Vanyaa peeked in.

It was a small, neat room. A soft bed. A desk. A small window with moonlight peeking in.

Her eyes flicked to him, suspicious.

"…You're not going to lock me in, right?"

Alden looked mildly offended. "What? No. I'm not that kind of guy."

She slowly walked in, clutching the edge of her oversized shirt.

She stepped inside. The door stayed open behind her.

"…Thanks," she said quietly.

He blinked. "…You're welcome."

Vanyaa stared at the bed for a while.

It had been days since she slept in an actual bed.

She crawled onto it and buried herself under the blanket.

Alden gave her one last glance before turning away.

"Goodnight," he said, his voice soft.

She didn't reply. She just looked at his back vanishing within hallway as he walked back to his room.

He really isn't a bad guy after all, huh?