Semua Bab The Last Moonbane: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Seraphina's POVI admit it—I was being a little cowardly.Instead of facing Stephen after everything that had happened, I passed a note through Linnea and asked her to deliver it to Helena. I requested to meet her at Madam Sarthe’s teahouse, a quaint little place with too many doilies and an aggressive floral theme. I wasn’t in the mood for confrontation—or Stephen’s unreadable silences.What I didn’t expect, though, was to walk straight into a den of couples.Apparently, on days off, this place transformed from “too frilly for real men,” as Stephen once declared, into the premier dating spot in the city. All around me, soft laughter, clasped hands, and eyes filled with romantic delusion made me feel vaguely nauseated. The delicate scent of rosewater and the clinking of pastel porcelain cups added to the surreal atmosphere.Helena, on the other hand, seemed entirely unbothered.“These young people are so full of life,” she said, smiling as she settled into the seat across from me, her

Seraphina’s POVHelena hadn’t completely convinced me to drop it—but she’d done just enough.Maybe it was the rare edge in her voice, or the unspoken warning in her eyes when I mentioned the Blood Mirror. Whatever it was, it stayed with me into the night, lingering in the corners of my mind like a scent I couldn’t shake.And so, I didn't bring it up again.Not for now.Besides, even if I wanted to, what could I do? I couldn’t just go poking at ancient relics that might—or might not—have triggered some dormant curse in my blood. I didn’t even know how to access the Mirror, let alone understand it. And writing to Ambrosius wouldn’t help. He was far away, and it wasn’t like he could magically produce the Blood Mirror and deliver it to the school that very night just because I asked for it.And honestly? Would he even want me communicating with Morgana?Knowing Ambrosius, he wouldn’t let me near anything he suspected of being “dangerous” until he’d analyzed every inch of it. Even the ring

Seraphina’s POVAmbrosius still hadn’t written back, and classes had resumed.After the incident at Morgana’s Veil, my schedule had shifted. More fieldwork, more physical training. Apparently, it was all in preparation for some grand-scale practical trials next semester.But to me, it felt like a death sentence.Loisage’s classes were no longer fascinating—only terrifying.Fieldwork. Gods help me.Could I even survive that?Right now, hardly anyone knew that I couldn’t properly control my powers. Only those directly involved in my training—my combat instructor, the Academy healer who treated me occasionally, and of course, Ambrosius. He had made sure they wouldn’t speak a word about it.But these were long-term field exercises. Group assignments. Demonstrations.Which meant I couldn’t always hide.So I pushed myself harder in private. I trained alone at night,

Seraphina’s POV “About this mutual enemy of Ambrosius and me—how much can you tell me?”She didn’t answer right away.Instead, she returned to the armchair and folded her legs beneath her, thoughtful. “There’s more than one,” she said finally. “But if you’re asking who could’ve encouraged Diantha to act the way she did… I have a few names.”I sat across from her, trying not to let my impatience show.“Start with the most likely.”Linnea nodded. “Ever heard of Corwin Riddle?”I frowned. The name was vaguely familiar. “His uncle?”“Second uncle. Ambrosius’s father’s side. Technically still part of the main family, but politically distant. He’s part of the Elders’ Circle now—youngest ever appointed, but not for lack of ambition. He’s always resented Ambrosius’s ris

Seraphina’s POVDiantha was always adorned in an array of lavish jewelry—rings, bracelets, brooches that shimmered in the light. At first, I didn’t think much of it. Our kind—noble bloodlines—had easy access to wealth. And even though the Tianling family was technically new, rising into the elite circles only in the last decade, it wasn’t impossible for them to have some precious heirlooms.But this much?And this specific?No.The sheer number of enchanted items she wore—subtle, but unmistakably potent—was alarming. One or two, maybe. But Diantha was practically walking around in a portable armory of magic-imbued jewelry.It didn’t add up.When I asked Linnea about it in passing, she confirmed my suspicions.“The Tianling family’s only been on the rise for the last ten years,” she said, lowering her voice. “Before that, they were unknowns. Mid-level merchants at best.”“And now they’re dressing their daughters in artifact-grade jewelry?” I raised an eyebrow.“Exactly,” she replied. “