Chapter 183:Feelings [3]

"...this is why I hate being the good guy."

Seeing Alya about to be impaled by the ice spear, I had forgotten about myself and focused on saving her.

I mean, seeing her gloomy and lifeless expression earlier when she was resting against the tree, it wasn't that far-fetched.

Wait, was that part of her plan?

No... she couldn't have known I was going to try and save her, right?

Shaking my head, I continued walking out of the forest, almost completely forgetting about the deep wound in my chest as there was no pain to remind me of it.

Creating a cover of corruption, I placed it over my wound before throwing my bloody jacket into the forest behind me.

Lowering my shirt and hiding my cover of corruption that was blocking the wound, I walked out of the forest, acting as if nothing had happened.

Yet, just as I was about to head back to class, I saw a familiar figure sitting with my tray right next to her.