This is crazy.
No wonder I kept getting that weird feeling whenever I looked at her.
According to Jenny, I had told her that Angel was once my roommate — sothing that happened two years ago. While we were roommates we had apparently crossed a line at so point and with ti developed so kind of weird relationship. She said she didn’t know much about it since I avoided the topic most of the ti, but at so point after moving up a class and then getting demoted back down due to my lack of combat talent, I had cut all ties with Angel completely.
Then after so ti she resurfaced as Micheal’s girlfriend.
According to Jenny, sothing had happened between and Angel — sothing I never told her — and there was a high chance Angel was using her relationship with Micheal just to get close to . Her actual reasons for that, however, remained a mystery. That was the main reason Jenny had been so cold toward her from the start.
"Are you sure she’s really using him? Maybe she actually likes him," I suggested.
Jenny shrugged. "Well, that’s within the realm of possibility, but you can never be too sure. So just avoid her. Don’t even look at her."
I gave her a dry look. "I don’t see how looking at her helps her accomplish her grand plans, but fine. I won’t."
For the first ti, she broke into a cheeky grin. "Good."
I instinctively reached over and patted her head, stroking it once. She giggled.
What the hell? I an it’s cute and all, but it’s kind of jarring given that I can still clearly rember how terrifying she was back at the cafeteria.
"Alright, back to the main questions. What are the important things I’m not rembering?" I asked.
She looked up, sighed, then pushed her hair behind her ear and let it fall across the other side of her face.
"Alright. I’ll just tell you the important things for now — you’ve always been one heck of a secretive idiot so I don’t know what counts as ’important’ to you." She held up a finger. "Firstly, you’re an orphan. From what you once told , you lived in Sepharen before the Governnt picked you up and brought you here. Secondly, this is Terium Nexus, where we’ve all been for a very long ti now — it’s also where we first t. Thirdly, you’re in Class C at the mont, but your placent could change when the next session starts."
"What class are you?" I asked.
She smirked. "A."
Damn. She must be really good.
Placent here isn’t determined by physical ability alone — theoretical knowledge counts for just as much. That’s probably why the protagonist ended up in the sa class as despite not being particularly sharp. The guy might be strong, but he’s not exactly sound knowledge-wise. Though that would likely change co the next academy session.
Wait — Lyra is Class A as well. So why was she in the practicals with us? Could it have been a combined exam?
"Finally," Jenny continued, "you are mine."
The grin was still there, but her eyes had gone dead again.
"Yours? Like... your boyfriend?" I asked.
"Well... not officially. But it’s more than that, actually." She tilted her head. "You’re my husband. My darling."
I had absolutely no idea how to respond to that.
"I... um... I don’t think we should be going that far already," I said.
"Why not? We’ve already done everything." She suddenly took my hand and leaned in close — really close. Those eyes were sothing else entirely. "Also, I love you. And you love too. What else is there holding us back?"
"Calm down. You seem to be forgetting I can’t rember a single thing," I said.
She clicked her tongue and looked away.
"Um — about the written exams," I said.
Her eyes went wide. "That’s right, I completely forgot. Without your mories, how are you supposed to take the exams?" She frowned. "Is there anything we can do about that?"
She bit her lip. "Well, I’m not in the sa class as you, and unlike today’s practicals we’ll be in different halls for this one." She paused. "It’s called ’written’ but it’s actually CBT, done on computers, and it requires personal verification to begin. So I can’t access your papers without you physically being there."
She sighed and rubbed her forehead. "What do we do?"
CBT? So it’s not pen and paper at all? Well, crap. That makes this significantly worse.
"Hold on," she said suddenly.
I looked up.
"There might be a way."
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