Chronicles of Forgotten Extra

A few days passed without issue.

Well—not many issues. There were some issues.

Alden walked through the academy campus. It was still as desolate as ever.

On his head sat his friendly neighborhood spirit.

She poked his scalp. Again.

'Stop it, Kyun. It hurts,' Alden grumbled in his mind.

She stopped. Immediately. As if she'd heard him.

Which she had.

And yes, as lazy as it sounds, Alden had named her Kyun.

He hadn't planned on it.

Naming something that had been born from Ellara's will was… complicated.

Too heavy.

He wasn't going to impose that kind of legacy on her. They weren't the same. He wouldn't chain her to the past just because he was still caught in it.

So, he gave her options.

Many options.

She rejected almost all of them.

How, you ask?

Apparently, they could communicate. Mind to mind.

She couldn't form proper words yet, but she could send him emotions. Rough ideas. Pings of disapproval. Bursts of smugness.

Enough to let him know when he was being an idiot.

Which was often.

The first suggestion?

"Snowy."

She rejected him on the spot. Cold and unimpressed.

Then came "Trouble."

She nearly pecked him to death for that one.

After several more rejections and one narrowly avoided naming disaster involving "Princess Doomfeathers," he gave in and thought harder.

What did she actually like?

She chirped "Kyun" a lot.

So he asked: "Kyun?"

Her emotional response was instant—delight. Pure, radiant, feather-fluffing delight.

And just like that, she became Kyun.

Now she was perched on his head without a care in the world.

Why would she care?

Nobody could see her anyway.

Well—nobody ordinary. And even if someone could, Alden had asked her to use her [Void Veil].

Not that it made any difference to her. The skill didn't cost her mana. Didn't strain her.

To her, concealment wasn't a trick.

It was her nature.

Right now, they were headed to a dungeon.

Alden's eyes—usually… well, not bright, but at least functional—were tired.

Not the tiredness from sleepless nights.

The kind born from too many things at once. From mind, body, and spirit all running on fumes.

He hadn't had time to process it all. Not the bond. Not the aftermath. Not Kyun.

She fluffed her feathers on his head like a queen on her throne.

Of course she was proud.

She had limitless potential and an ego to match.

Alden sighed.

"Yeah. You're definitely going to be a handful."

Kyun chirped—a smug, self-satisfied "Kyu~"—in complete agreement.

I just hope, rest of the day passes without any chaos.

Alden thought.

It didn't take long before fate decided to turn him wrong.

Fuking hell

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Alden didn't know what divine entity he had offended in a past life to deserve this level of karmic retribution.

He just wanted to go to a dungeon. Quietly.

Without incident.

Instead, he now found himself walking alongside Nyx.

She was currently walking half a step beside him with the grace of a cat that wasn't sure whether it had done something wrong or right.

"I found a place," she said suddenly.

Alden blinked. "A place?"

"A restaurant," she added. "It's new. They have... fusion curry bread."

Alden stared at her, then at the sky, as if hoping a bolt of divine intervention would strike him now and get it over with.

"Sounds," he said slowly, "interesting."

Nyx nodded. "It is. I tasted three items on the menu. They were... edible."

Alden just stared at her. He subtly tried to shift the conversation.

"Well, I was actually heading to—"

"Eat with me," she said.

He froze.

Nyx, however, simply stared forward, calm as ever as if she hadn't just casually blindsided him with an unsolicited meal request.

"You owe me a debt," she said.

Alden raised an eyebrow. "A debt?"

She didn't meet his gaze. "You know. From that time."

Alden knew what she was talking about.

Damn it. Why now?

She just wanted to treat him to a good meal for previously misunderstanding him.

She felt bad.

But she knew he would reject. Hence she had no choice but to ask for it as repayment to her savings.

This was her attempt at reciprocation. A meal with curry bread.

Alden pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Is it okay if I treated you some other time?," he said.

Nyx paused.

Is he denying? Or does he really have something else to do?

I don't think he is really going out somewhere looking like that.

"I insist."

There was a certain intensity in her tone that made saying no feel like an act of violence.

He hesitated.

Then Kyun poked him on the head.

Hard.

'Kyun, I swear—'

A smug chirp resounded in his head.

And before he could process the next step of refusing politely, Nyx was already walking ahead.

She assumed he would follow.

Alden sighed.

Of course he followed.

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The restaurant was quiet, located just a bit off the academy's main path.

It was tucked between an old potion shop and a bookstore no one ever visited.

It looked normal.

Which was precisely what worried Alden.

Inside, the tables were spaced with intentional distance—good for private conversations.

Soft instrumental music played in the background.

The waiter bowed courteously and led them to a quiet corner seat.

Alden sat across from Nyx. His posture was stiff.

Kyun perched invisibly on his head like a smug crown of chaos.

'Behave,' he thought to her.

Kyun chirped once.

That was never a good sign.

Nyx stared at the menu with a frightening amount of focus.

Alden cleared his throat. "So… you eat here often?"

"This is my second visit," she said. "The first was a reconnaissance mission."

He didn't ask what that meant.

The waiter returned.

Nyx calmly ordered.

Alden chose the least threatening item: something called "neutral alignment curry."

When the waiter left, silence fell again.

Then Kyun struck.

First, it was a small tug at his hair.

Then something soft touched his ear.

He stiffened.

'Stop.'

Kyun chirped again.

Then she began walking his back like a mountain goat that thought it was invisible.

Which, technically, she was.

Alden reached back and patted his shoulder casually.

To anyone watching, it looked like he was flirting with the air.

Nyx tilted her head.

"...You alright?"

"Fine," he said through clenched teeth. "Just, ah… stretching."

Nyx watched him.

He could feel her gaze.

Analysing. Judging. Confused.

Kyun, now satisfied with her new perch—his shoulder—settled down and puffed herself proudly.

Then she started biting his collar.

Subtly.

Repeatedly.

He tried to stop her. Swatted the air gently. Again, it looked ridiculous.

Nyx's eyes narrowed slightly.

Alden realized with dawning horror: he was beginning to look like he was nervous.

He sat up straighter.

"Nice weather today," he said, desperate for a lifeline.

Nyx blinked. "It's cloudy."

"Well, it's—uh—still… moody. In a good way."

Nyx's expression didn't change.

What is he saying?

The weather is clearly bad.

Is he high or something?

Or..

Her cheeks blushed slightly.

Is he perhaps… hitting on me?

Alden choked on air.

"...Okay. Yeah…it is indeed nice in a way."

She returned to looking at the table like nothing had happened.

Alden slumped in his seat.

Kyun, meanwhile, had found the salt shaker.

She didn't understand what salt was.

But she understood that it moved when she pecked it.

So she pecked it.

Over.

And over.

Alden caught it just before it tipped off the table.

Nyx blinked.

"Are you okay?"

He cleared his throat. "Just reflex training."

"I see."

Nyx's misunderstanding deepened as Alden tried to save Kyun from being noticed.

Kyun chirped proudly in his mind.

Then she flew off—still invisible—and landed on the lamp above the table.

The soft golden glow flickered once.

Then again.

Alden reached up quickly to steady it.

Again, to anyone watching, he looked like a man trying to create mood lighting for his very confused date.

Nyx blinked.

Is this part of the flirtation?

No…

I can't reciprocate his feelings.

Amyra likes him.

I can't do that to her.

All I can do is ignore him.

But for the first time, a faint smile was present at the corners of her lips.

The food arrived.

Alden tried to focus on it.

Tried being the operative word.

Because Kyun now perched on the table, pecking at the air between them like she was attacking an invisible enemy.

He subtly slid his bowl a few inches left.

She followed.

He slid it right.

She pecked the spoon.

He nearly dropped it.

Nyx just ate quietly. Ignoring Alden's movement as signs of nervous flirting.

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Finally after half an hour, the disaster was over. He has somehow managed to hide Kyun throughout this disaster of a meal.

The bill came, Alden reached for it.

Nyx raised an eyebrow.

"I invited you."

"You said I owed you."

"That doesn't mean you pay."

"That is exactly what that means."

They stared at each other over the slip of paper like two generals negotiating a ceasefire.

Kyun grabbed the bill with her beak and tried to fly off.

Alden snatched it back mid-air.

Nyx's eyes widened a fraction.

"You have fast hands."

Alden opened his mouth, then closed it.

There was no way to win this conversation.

They walked out of the restaurant in silence.

Alden hoped that would be the end of it.

Until Nyx said, "We should do this again."

He turned toward her slowly. "The restaurant?"

"Yes. Or another one. As thanks."

"I'm... good," he said weakly.

She blinked. "You didn't enjoy it?"

He paused. "No, I did. But I just—"

Kyun dropped a pebble from the roof above.

He flinched.

Nyx nodded to herself. "I see. So you're shy."

"I'm not—" He rubbed his temples. "Look, I'm just... busy."

Nyx nodded again. But it didn't look like she believed him.

And just like that, she turned and walked off.

Alden stood there.

Kyun landed on his shoulder and chirped victoriously.

"…I hate you," he said.

She fluffed her feathers proudly.

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Hey guys,

Just consider this chapter a filler.

And Kyun is not annoying. She will mature in future (probably ;)

Btw do tell me if you don't enjoy such filler much. I'll try to reduce them.