The Luna They Buried のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

Secret Aurelia’s POV For several seconds, I simply stared at my father. Alfred, the man who raised me. The man I called my dad and the first man who protected me from the people who thought being wolfless is a curse. He stood on the other side of the doorway, his hand still resting against the frame. He looked older than I remembered. Not because of the gray beginning to show at his temples, but because of the way he held himself. Like a man carrying something too heavy for too long. “Come in,” I finally said. He nodded and stepped inside. Behind me, I heard Julien whisper something to Julian. I didn’t fully turned around but I caught a glimpse of Lucien already watching me. He seemed to understand that whatever my father had come to say, it wasn’t something I needed an audience for. He gave Julian a small nod. Julian immediately understood. “Let’s go to the kitchen.” Julien looked as though she wanted to protest, but one look from her brother made her sigh. The three of

GoneAurelia’s POVSilas didn’t move and neither did I.The courtyard had emptied considerably after the people of Rogue Kingdom’s departure. The warriors who had been helping with the carriages had dispersed, leaving only a few people scattered around the grounds.But none of them dared come closer.Perhaps they could feel it…the tension between us.Silas looked me over slowly, almost as though he were searching for the frightened girl he remembered.He wouldn’t find her.“Well,” he said eventually, his lips curling into a mocking smile. “Five years certainly did something to you.”I said nothing.He stepped closer. “I heard you were alive.”“I doubt that was difficult.”His smile twitched. “You always did have a mouth on you.”“And you always did have a habit of talking too much.”A few people nearby lowered their gazes. Silas’s smile disappeared for half a second, then it returned.“I didn’t know that almost dying could make someone so arrogant.”“No.” I met his eyes. “Just simply

DiggingAurelia’s POVSometimes, justice does not begin with a sword. Sometimes, it begins with the patience to collect every piece of truth until the one who thought himself untouchable has nowhere left to hide.That’s what I did for the past five years. I had been patient because I knew that the truth will come out in time.Five years.That was how long I had been collecting pieces of Silas. Every whispered rumor. Every missing name. Every unexplained death. Every transaction that never made it into an official record.I had followed trails that led nowhere, then followed them again when I realized they had been deliberately erased. And now, sitting across the table from me, were the results of all those years.Documents were spread across the surface in neat stacks. Witness statements. Records of payments. Names of wolves who had disappeared after crossing Silas. Reports that had mysteriously vanished from Silvercrest’s archives.There were enough to bury him.It wasn’t just merely

Aurelia’s POV I couldn’t stop looking at the words. Moonstone Forest. Find her. Four words. That was all Rowan had left behind yet somehow, they felt heavier than every document spread across the table. The room had gone quiet. Even the faint crackle of the fireplace seemed too loud. I reached for the page again, but Lucien’s hand closed gently around my wrist. “Lia.” I looked at him. His eyes were fixed on me, not the report. “You’ve gone pale. I think it’s enough for now.” “I’m fine.” The answer came too quickly. His brows pulled together. “You always say that when you’re not.” I looked away. I hate that he knows me too well. The Guard representative quietly gathered the other documents, giving us a moment. Of course they would do that. They didn’t want to be on the Rogue King’s bad side. I should have been thinking about Rowan. About my dad becoming a witness. About the people who had been searching for me, and how things seemed to be more connected than I thought. In

SearchAurelia’s POVWe stayed in the chamber for several more minutes. Neither Lucien nor Julian seemed willing to speak first.I couldn’t blame them.My fingers were still wrapped around the pendant, the silver metal resting heavily against my palm despite how small it was.Aurelia.My name. Or perhaps the first thing about me that had ever truly belonged to someone before Alfred and Estelle.I looked down at it again, feeling a lump forming in my throat. There were so many things going on in my head. My emotions are all over the place.“Lia.”Lucien’s voice pulled me from my thoughts.I looked up and saw that he was watching me carefully as if any minute I would suddenly snap.“We should leave.”I glanced around the chamber.Part of me wanted to stay. There were probably hundreds of answers hidden beneath these walls. Maybe thousands. I had spent five years searching for the truth about the attack, about Silas, about why I had been abandoned.And now I have found something far bigg