《Silver Queen of Lunar Ridge》全部章節：第 11 章 - 第 20 章

Chapter 12The clock on the wall read eleven o'clock at night. The main administrative building was dead silent, but the top floor of the executive tower was still filled with a heavy, suffocating power.Gideon had given me a small, leather folder filled with late-night facility reports. "Take this up to Principal Vance's primary office," he had commanded flatly before walking away to check the lower gates. "Do not speak unless he speaks to you."I held the leather folder tightly against my chest as I stepped into the small kitchen area next to the main office.In my first life, I never came up here during the night shifts. I had been too terrified of Alistair Vance's dark reputation. He was the absolute ruler of the academy, an elite Alpha Regent who never showed mercy to anyone. But now, I knew something else about him, something I had discovered by accident during my previous life while listening to the senior faculty members gossip.Alistair Vance suffered from severe, chronic ins

Chapter 14The grandfather clock in the grand hallway struck midnight. The school was completely asleep, but I was still awake, standing inside the dark administrative archives on the second floor.Gideon was away on a routine patrol of the lower walls. This was my second chance to find the evidence against Cassandra Vance.I did not go to the computer terminal tonight. I knew Alistair was watching the digital logs carefully. Instead, I walked toward the heavy wooden cabinets where Cassandra kept her physical files and personal belongings.My heart hammered against my ribs, but my hands were steady inside my thick work gloves.I stopped in front of her private locker. It was locked with a heavy brass keyhole. In my first life, I saw Cassandra pull a tiny silver key from the hidden compartment of her expensive leather purse to open this exact door.I stepped closer to her desk. Her leather purse wasn't here, but a small, velvet-lined jewelry box sat on the side table. I carefully lifte

Chapter 16The next morning, the sky was still a pale, gloomy grey. I sat at a small wooden desk near the back of the advanced history classroom. My body felt incredibly heavy and exhausted from the midnight confrontation on the stairs, but I forced my eyes to stay open.I placed my thick, leather-bound history textbook on the table. It was an old, borrowed book from the school library, but I had cleaned the cover carefully.Suddenly, a shadow fell over my desk.I looked up. Marcus was standing right in front of me. He was flanked by two other large Alpha players from the football team. He had a cruel, mocking smirk on his face, and his arms were crossed over his broad chest."Look at this, boys," Marcus said loudly, ensuring the other students in the room could hear him. "The little maid brought her favorite book to class. Do you even know how to read these big words, scholarship girl?""Step back, Marcus," I said, my voice completely flat and devoid of emotion.Instead of moving awa

Chapter 18The afternoon was dark and heavy. A thick fog rolled across the academy grounds, making the stone courtyard look like a gray sea. I was standing in the empty stairwell of the third floor, wiping down the iron handrails with a damp cloth.Suddenly, a loud, piercing noise shattered the silence.BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!The emergency fire alarm system exploded through the speakers. Red lights on the ceiling began to flash violently, casting bright, bloody streaks against the concrete walls."Fire drill! Evacuate the building immediately!" a robotic voice boomed from the walls.The sound hit my ears like a physical blow.Instantly, my mind snapped. The cold stairwell disappeared. In its place, I heard the terrifying sound of twisting metal. I smelled the suffocating scent of burning rubber and thick, black smoke. The phantom memory of my first death—the crushing weight of the rolled truck, the agonizing snap of my bones, and the hot flames licking at my skin—surged through my mind wit

Chapter 20The next afternoon, the school was very quiet. I received a small, handwritten note during my advanced magic lecture. The paper was expensive and smelled like heavy rose perfume.“Come to the open courtyard behind the gym at four o'clock. We need to talk about your work schedule,” the note read. It was signed with Cassandra Vance’s administrative stamp.But I knew the truth. Cassandra Vance never wrote notes on rose-scented paper. This was Vivienne’s handwriting.In my first life, I fell for this exact trap. I went to the courtyard thinking an administrator wanted to speak with me, only to find Vivienne and her clique waiting to humiliate me. I had run away crying, my clothes ruined and my spirit broken.Today, I folded the note and shoved it into my pocket. My face was completely calm. I walked straight toward the courtyard behind the gym. I was not walking into a trap; I was walking into a battle I already knew how to fight.The courtyard was a small, stone area hidden be