Enchanted University of Magemenos

Chapter 85:Four survivors

"You make weapons?" I ask, unable to hide the mix of curiosity and disbelief in my voice.

"Do you want me to answer this? You'll be wasting one of your questions," he replies with a sly grin, as if he's enjoying the power he holds in this conversation.

I roll my eyes. "Fine, I'll skip that one." But then something else clicks in my mind. "Wait—hold on. As far as I know, other than you, there's one more survivor—the one who pulled you out of the maze and saved your life just now. How are there two survivors?"

Nathan shifts slightly, his face unreadable, but his eyes flicker with something... cautious. "Not only two," he says slowly, almost as if he's weighing his words carefully. "We have four survivors who made it out alive. We did it together, all four of us, before I turned..." His voice trails off, and for a moment, I'm left in suspense, waiting for him to continue.

He looks away, his jaw tightening. It's clear that there's more to the story, something he's not ready to share just yet. The mention of the turning... What does that mean? Why did he stop mid-sentence?

"What? But the rules said there's only one survivor!" I exclaim, still reeling from the shock of his revelation.

Nathan smirks, clearly enjoying this moment. "It said, there may be only one survivor, not should be. Don't you pay attention to the details, do you?" His tone is mocking, but there's a sharp edge to it.

I grit my teeth, but the frustration only fuels my curiosity. "How many did you kill?" I ask bluntly, wanting to know if he really is as heroic as he claims.

"Zero," he responds with a casual shrug, as if it's no big deal.

"Wow, good," I reply, my words carrying a hint of guilt I can't quite shake off. Why did I feel like I was in the wrong? I didn't even do it for the right reasons—yet Nathan made his choice, and somehow, it felt... better.

Suddenly, another question bursts to the surface. "Did you see any visions? You know, those visions that don't make sense, of conversations you've never heard, or people you've never seen before?" My voice cracks with the intensity of my own uncertainty.

His eyes harden for a split second, his gaze narrowing as if he's testing my sincerity. "No," he says flatly, "the curse only shows what's happened to you. It's impossible you saw those."

"I did," I insist, my voice low but firm. I can feel the weight of the memory pressing in on me again, the vividness of those visions as real as anything I've ever experienced. "I swear."

He leans forward slightly, his curiosity piqued now. "What did you see?" he asks, the words laced with something deeper.

I hesitate, unsure whether I should speak the truth, or whether I should keep this bizarre connection buried in the recesses of my mind. But his eyes hold me there, steady and demanding.

I blink, taken aback. "Fine, leave this, but what did you see in your curse?" I ask, my curiosity getting the better of me. I mean, with someone like Nathan—perfect life, charming, all those girls fawning over him—I can only imagine. Maybe it's a parade of girls throwing themselves at him, or him drowning in a sea of adoration. Yeah, right.

He hesitates, just for a moment, his eyes darting to the side, clearly not eager to share whatever dark secret lies behind his curse.

"Your four questions are done," he replies flatly, expertly dodging my inquiry.

"Cool." I try to hide my frustration, standing up. "If you're okay now, I'll leave. But if you need anything, you—"

Before I can finish, he cuts me off, his voice softer but still so clipped, "Thank... Thank you. But I'm okay. You can leave."

Wait—what?

Nathan, saying thank you? What in the world? It's almost like witnessing a unicorn. He, who's usually wrapped up in his own self-absorbed world, actually said the words "thank you."

But then, he immediately turns back into... well, Nathan.

"You narcissistic jerk," I mutter under my breath, shaking my head. "After saying thank you, how can you still be so rude? I was so kind to you."

I can't help but smirk at the absurdity of it all. He'd probably never admit it, but deep down, I know it was my kindness that got him through. At least that's how I'll tell myself.

I roll my eyes as I walk away, muttering, "I was about to say, don't—don't call me if you need anything, duh!"

Nathan glares at me, but I don't stick around to savor the moment. I storm off, letting the anger fester for a while before I cool down.