Enchanted University of Magemenos

Chapter 84:Questionnaire

The two girls glare at me like I just snatched their lifetime supply of designer handbags. Their gazes burn holes into my skin, their expressions dripping with new prey detected.

Nathan, completely unfazed, leans on me, his lips twitching slightly as if amused.

Great. Now I have two enemies and a half-dead guy to babysit.

"This girl is not right! She lied to us, saying you were kidnapped!" one of the girls snaps, her voice sharp with accusation.

Nathan's eyes shift toward me, disbelief flickering across his face.

"What?" I blurt out. "You weren't there, so—" I stop mid-sentence, realizing anything I say will only make me sound more ridiculous.

Nathan sighs, then smirks. "My friend here is a little dumb," he says casually, reaching out to ruffle my hair like I'm some clueless puppy.

I immediately jerk away, swatting his hand. "Excuse me?"

I turn to face the fuming girls, crossing my arms. "Look, girls, I'm not in Nathan's fan club. Once he's back on his feet, you can have him all you want. I won't be in your way."

Their eyes narrow, scanning me like they're deciding whether to believe me or not.

Clearly, the girls were fuming. Their beloved Nathan had chosen me—a total newbie—over them.

Did I just sign myself up for a new brand of chaos? Great.

I help Nathan onto the bed, carefully lowering him so his back rests against the pillow. The moment I step back, the girls swarm in like bees to honey.

"We are here to take care of you!" they chirp in unison, eyes gleaming with devotion.

Nathan nods, completely unfazed. "Can you bring me some water?"

"Yeah, I—" I start, only to feel a firm grip around my wrist.

Nathan tugs me back down beside him. "I meant them," he says smoothly, glancing toward his fan club.

The tension in the room skyrockets.

One girl quickly steps forward. "Of course! I'll get it!"

"Actually, I should get it," another one interjects, throwing a sharp glare.

Nathan, looking entirely too amused, leans back. "Perfect," he hums. "Then the other one can get me a... paper towel."

The way he says it—so casual, so indifferent—sends the girls into silent warfare.

For a solid three seconds, they just stare at each other. Then, without another word, they both bolt out the door, practically shoving each other out of the way.

As soon as they're gone, I turn to Nathan, unimpressed. "You enjoyed that, didn't you?"

"Lock the door fast," Nathan says, his voice sharp. His gaze flickers toward the door as though he expects an army of fangirls to burst in at any moment.

I scramble to the door and lock it, making sure no one can come in uninvited.

With a deep breath, I turn around to face him. "Okay, to make things less awkward... instead of just sitting here in silence, I have a few questions I need answers to. Is it okay if I ask?"

He raises an eyebrow, his gaze unwavering. "Carry on. Even if I say no, you're not the type to stop."

I scoff. "Yeah, you're right about that."

"Fine. But I'll answer only four questions. That's my limit," Nathan says, his voice a little too confident for someone who just nearly bled out.

"Narcissist," I mutter under my breath.

clearly having heard me, but doesn't comment.

I sit down across from him, arms crossed. "Okay, first question. Why did you stab yourself?" The question hangs in the air, the weight of it heavier than I thought it would be.

"Next question," Nathan replies, a hint of annoyance in his voice, but his eyes are still locked on me—intense, waiting.

I take a breath, steeling myself for the next round of answers. Even though I already heard the rumors, there's something unsettling about hearing it directly from him. "Alright," I start, my tone steady, though there's an edge of curiosity cutting through.

"Every loop, everything resets. So, why didn't your wound go away? It should have healed, right? But it didn't. What's up with that?"

Nathan's gaze sharpens, his jaw tightening. There's a flicker in his eyes—something almost unreadable, like he's sizing me up, deciding how much to reveal. For a second, I wonder if I pushed too far. But then, he responds, his voice low, each word weighed carefully.

"I used my own weapon," he says, the words thick with meaning. "The one I made myself. It wasn't a weapon from Peculous or Magemenos. So the rules of the game didn't apply to it. The game couldn't undo what was mine... it couldn't reset that." His eyes stay fixed on mine.