My Blood Wizard System 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

CHAPTER 42HomewardMonday, June 9, 2028 – 11:11 a.m. (Shambhala local)We leave the way we arrived: unannounced, overpowered, and way too pleased with ourselves.The First Wizard “One” meets us at the jade runway with thirteen Candles lined up behind him like repentant kids caught sneaking cookies.He bows (deeper this time).One (voice softer than colliding stars now):“The treaty is rewritten.Shambhala stands with the Queen of Sea and Storm.Our libraries, our gates, our lives—yours to call.”I nod once.Celeste:“Cool.Send the paperwork to Hot Springs.And maybe some of those crying momos.”Rowan hands One a single blackbird feather (Remy’s gift).Rowan (deadpan):“Return address.Don’t lose it.”Seras waves like she’s on a parade float.Seras:“Tell the kitchen we’re taking the good tea to go!”Kayo opens a golden portal that smells like Arkansas pine and geothermal steam.We step through.And we’re home.The Ohio Club basement, exactly where we left it.Al Capone is mid-pour w

CHAPTER 44The Tide KnocksWednesday, July 19, 2028 – 6:03 a.m.I wake up to the smell of salt water that doesn’t belong in Arkansas.The windows are open.The curtains are soaked.There’s a perfect circle of ocean water on my bedroom floor, three inches deep, glowing faintly turquoise.And in the middle of it floats a single trident-shaped coin the size of my palm, stamped with a spiral that hurts to look at directly.Atlantis didn’t wait for us to finish birthday cake.Remy is already beside me, eyes gold and furious, claws half-out.Remy (low):“They’re here.”I pick up the coin.The second my fingers touch it, the room floods with sound (whale song layered under a thousand voices speaking Atlantean).The message is simple:“Queen of Sea and Storm.You have something that was never yours to keep.Return the Deep Script.Or we take the valley that taught you mercy.”The water vanishes as fast as it came, leaving only the coin and the smell of brine.My phone explodes with texts.Ser

CHAPTER 46First Lesson Under WaterSaturday, September 7, 2028 – 11:11 p.m.The quarry is mirror-still when we get there.No wind.No clouds.Just the moon and a sky full of stars reflected so perfectly it looks like we’re standing on the edge of space.I’m in the black one-piece Mom insists is “practical” and the flip-flops Remy hates because they make me two inches taller than him.Everyone else is already in the water (Seras floating on a flamingo raft that is literally on fire, Kayo doing lazy backstrokes with all nine tails out and glowing, Remy treading water in coyote form because he claims it’s “more aerodynamic”).The HUD hovers over the surface like gentle turquoise subtitles.Lesson 1 – The Living TongueTeacher: The Gulf itselfAttendance: mandatory (but chill)Bring: an open heart and zero egoI slip off the flip-flops, step onto the water (literally onto it), and it holds.Because the ocean and I are on excellent terms now.A single ripple spreads outward, forming perfe

CHAPTER 48The First Date (That Almost Ended the World)Friday, November 7, 2028 – 6:47 p.m.We are all on high alert.Tonight is Seras and Lucian’s first official date.Location: the Ohio Club (Al insisted).Dress code: “Fancy, but ready to evacuate if necessary.”Emergency plan: Rowan on standby with a portal key, Kayo with a fire extinguisher the size of a bazooka, Remy and me on “please don’t burn down the speakeasy” duty.Al has strung fairy lights that are actually tiny captive stars.Holly is singing something slow and smoky.The ghosts are on their best behavior (mostly).Seras walks in wearing a red dress that looks like liquid lava poured over her curves.Lucian is in all black (suit tailored like he was born in it, dragon-scale cufflinks glinting when he moves).They stop in the doorway at the exact same second and just… stare.The air temperature jumps fifteen degrees.A wine glass on the bar cracks from thermal shock.Al (muttering):“Kid, you break my bar, you buy my bar

CHAPTER 50Daughter of the ForgeJune 19, 2029 – Mount Atago, inside the living volcanoThe armor weighs nothing and everything at once.It’s been four days since it chose me, and I still catch myself staring at my reflection in the obsidian walls like I’m waiting for the girl in the mirror to blink first.Crimson plates edged in living gold, sun-crest on the breastplate that pulses with my heartbeat, space buns somehow still intact because the helmet literally reshaped itself around them.The loose crimson streak in my hair now glows like a comet tail every time I breathe fire.Kōjin (my dad, still weird to say) leans against a pillar of cooled lava, arms crossed, apron that says “World’s Okayest God” singed at the hem.Kōjin:“Again. This time, don’t set my mountain on fire. I like my mountain.”I roll my eyes so hard the armor echoes it.Seras:“You gave me armor forged from a dying star. What did you expect? Controlled demolition?”He grins, beard flaring bright enough to cast sha