The Last Moonbane のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 91 - チャプター 100

Seraphina’s POVI left Professor Dryden’s workshop with more than just my training scroll in hand.I left with a question I didn’t know how to answer.It chased me down the corridor like a shadow, slinking behind my steps, curling beneath my ribs.Could I trust him?He hadn’t asked. He hadn’t pried. But he’d seen too much, and I knew it. And worse—I knew he was right. I was racing time. I was fighting like someone afraid they wouldn’t survive the next turn. And that meant I couldn’t afford to be careless.But trust wasn’t a lesson they taught in theory class.So I didn’t go straight back to my dorm.I didn’t retreat into silence.I did something unexpected.I asked for advice.First came Evangeline.Technically, she was still my handmaid—Ambrosius’s second appointment after Linnea. But that title had always been misleading. Evangeline wasn’t just someone who carried my cloak or fetched me tea.She was a strategist in disguise. A support officer assigned under the veil of domestic serv

Seraphina’s POVI should’ve felt it earlier.The magic in the air had changed that morning—thicker, sharper. Like the scent before lightning. I’d assumed it was just another enchantment spike from the west wing, or maybe one of Thalia’s experiments had flared too wide again.But it wasn’t just any magic.It was the moon.And not just a full moon—a blood moon.Rare. Unscheduled. And absolutely not on the school’s astrological calendar.Even the gargoyles were restless.They shifted on their perches as I passed the upper walkways, their eyes glinting red in the late dusk light, as if they too sensed something was… off.I should’ve asked questions then.I didn’t.Because we had a practical exam that night.And I needed to focus.Professor Dryden didn’t say much about the change in sky.He simply told us we’d be conducting a live simulation in the southern ravine—one of the deeper forest-embedded arenas designed for advanced survival drills.No tutors. No magical assistance. Only what we

Seraphina’s POVI couldn’t go on like this—not knowing who I was or what was happening inside me.I couldn’t keep breaking apart every time I transformed.I couldn’t keep being afraid of my own blood.The Moonbane legacy had cost me too much already—my childhood, my mother, my place in the world. It had asked for my silence, then punished me for not speaking louder. It had turned me into something feared, coveted, controlled.But I wasn’t going to let it steal clarity, too.Not anymore.Tonight, under this cursed red moon, something had shifted. Something in the Blood Mirror had opened—responded.And I wasn’t going to waste it.Velna and Professor Dryden had left already. They'd both made it clear they wouldn't interfere with what came next. That this wasn't their space to step into.Dryden had even said it outright:“If she chooses to speak, she won’t want an audience.”And so I was alone.In this cold, sigil-lined tower, lit only by the dying gleam of the mirror’s frame and the bloo

Seraphina’s POVThe Blood Mirror had fallen silent.Its surface reflected only me now—no more pulsing light, no more echoes of ancient breath. But inside me, something still hummed with the aftershock of Morgana’s voice.The poison in you is not mortal.The words repeated like a heartbeat, steady and undeniable.It had never been a weakness. Never a flaw in my bloodline or my strength. It had been a weapon. A deliberate act. A slow-acting sabotage buried in my bones by someone I had trusted.And now—I knew.Now—I had a path.I didn’t wait until dawn.I left my room as soon as the Academy grounds quieted. The halls were dim, lamplight flickering against old stone, shadows swaying like memories.Professor Dryden was where I expected him to be—his private office in the older wing, surrounded by scraps of spellwork and half-repaired artifacts. He was bent over an old rune map, its surface cracked and charred from what looked like a backfired incantation. Small glyphs floated like ash abov

Seraphina’s POVThe gathering had gone better than I expected.That was the strange part.It wasn’t perfect—we weren’t suddenly the closest-knit group on campus, laughing and spilling secrets—but it was real. It was warm. It was more than just tolerable; it was... fun.Thalia had teased me nonstop about the dessert. Nyra had, predictably, footnoted the waffle’s magical ancestry. Elias had said almost nothing, but when he did, he cut through the noise with unsettling clarity. For once, I hadn't been the silent one in the corner or the one being studied from afar.We’d talked. We’d even laughed. Real laughter, not polite exhale-through-your-nose amusement. Laughter that left my ribs aching.We stayed until the café's lights dimmed and the enchantment over the glass ceiling shifted into night mode—an artificial twilight streaked with illusion-stars.When we parted ways, there was no ceremony. Just nods, a quiet wave from Elias, a smirk from Thalia, and Nyra muttering something about dige