บททั้งหมดของ Academy Of Cursed Hearts : บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

Chapter Fifty-One****Headmistress Morwen thought she had control.She thought her mirror showed her the truth.She thought Lira was loyal.She thought I was waiting.But I wasn’t waiting.I was moving.And I was ahead.At exactly 1:13 a.m., the first ward failed.Deep in the west archive, where Jason had planted false trails laced with residual fire-magic, the seal on the ancient chest scattered,not from force, but from decay. A slow, calculated unraveling. The kind that looked like natural failure. Not sabotage.The alarm didn’t sound.But the tracking thread moved.In her tower, Morwen was alerted.She turned to the scrying mirror.“Aria?” she whispered.But the image showed me still in my bed, breathing slow, eyes closed.Asleep.Lira’s voice came through the ether a moment later, calm, precise.“She hasn’t moved. No magic detected.”Morwen frowned.Then she turned to the west archive feed,a secondary scrying pane, smaller and darker. The one only she could access.There, she saw

Chapter Fifty-Three****I didn’t go to the Sanctum that night.Not because I was afraid.But because I had learned the most dangerous lesson of all:Power is nothing without patience.If I vanished into the earth, if I sneaked into the hidden stair under the library, Morwen would notice. She was watching the edges of the world now,every flash of fire, every shadow that moved too fast, every student who stepped off the path.And even if she didn’t know I found out about the mirror, she felt the shift.Like a storm gathering behind closed doors.So I waited.I trained.I smiled.I laughed with Jason in the courtyard.I sparred with Kael in the arena.I even attended Morwen’s mandatory lecture on “Obedience and the Fragility of Power,” where she stared at me for three full minutes without blinking.But I didn’t blink or move either.I didn’t look away.Because behind my eyes, she was watching too.“She suspects something,” the twin whispered in my blood. “But she doesn’t know what. Keep

Chapter Fifty-Five****I took Jason to the our usual corner in the training ground'Kael knelt beside Jason on the cold stone, Jason laid helplessly on the stone, pale, trembling,and his breathing shallow. The burns on his chest faded to silvery scars, but the pain was still in his eyes.I stood a few feet away watching with my arms crossed.I haven't slept and no food has passed through my mouth since yesterday.Every nerve in my body screamed, urging me to run,to vanish into the shadows, to return to the mirror, to find her again.But I stayed.Because Jason was alive.Because he was free and Morwen was already hunting.Kael looked up as I walked towards them.“How?” he asked, voice low but sharp. “How did you get him out?”I didn’t answer.I knelt beside Jason.His eyes opened.“Aria?” he whispered.“I’m here,” I said.He tried to sit up, but Kael held him down.“Don’t move,” Kael said. “You’re not ready.”Jason ignored him. “They had me in the tower. Upper level with no guards, j

Chapter Fifty-Seven****Morwen stormed the training yard the next morning, her boots striking the stone like a hammer. She didn’t call for formation.She commanded it.“Line up!” she roared, her voice slicing through the quietness like a sharp blade.We obeyed silently, rigid with eyes forward.She moved up and down before us, holding her staff so tight that her knuckles turned white. Then she stopped.And pointed at Jason.Come her!He stepped forward with a straight calm face.“You were held in the upper tower,” she said, voice low and dangerous. “Bound and marked under my personal guard. No one entered. No alarm sounded yet by dawn you were gone. Found unconscious in the infirmary, your wounds healed, the suppression runes erased.”She stepped closer. “How did you escape?”Jason didn’t move. “I don’t know, Headmistress.The only thing I remember was pain,then darkness. When I woke up, I was there. Maybe the bindings failed. Maybe the magic burned out.”“Impossible,” she stamped her

Chapter Fifty-Nine****The next morning there was a storm, not the usual storm in the sky. But in the heart of the academy.The eastern bell tower that has been silent for centuries rang, once, it rang again,then seven consecutive times.It was a forbidden signal.Sentries scattered everywhere. Students were confused in the halls, wide-eyed and breathless. Wards spread across the lower corridors, not from intrusion,but from collapse.The ancient seals, that have been stable for generations, cracked like dry bone. The library’s shadow-locks burst open. The armory’s fire vaults screamed with unstable energy. And deep in the crypt wing, the Veil Hounds, Morwen’s prized trackers cried in unison, then fell silently.But no one was hurt, no one was missing, and no magic signature was traced. Just chaos and silence.Morwen stood in the central chamber, her face was very pale, her staff shaking in her hand.Lira knelt before her, head bowed. “No intruder detected. No breach. No known spell