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Chapter 27

Chapter 24: Shifting Shadows

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Chapter 24: Shifting Shadows

The day was as exhausting as ever for Aetrial, though thankfully, it lacked the outright drama she had come to dread. Her earlier display of dark magic still lingered in the minds of her peers, but no one dared to approach her with anything but cautious respect.

The Ranolf family name carried weight—too much weight for anyone to challenge her openly. The students weren’t only intimidated by her lineage but also by the sheer power she had displayed. Aetrial wasn’t just another heir; she was a living testament to the formidable dark magic prowess of the Ranolf family.

While whispers occasionally filled the hallways, they were subdued and fleeting, as if the students feared even their hushed voices might reach her.

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Unwelcome Attention

The advanced magic lecture was subdued. Aetrial entered the room, her presence drawing a ripple of silence.

“Isn’t that the Ranolf heir?” someone murmured.

“Yes, but don’t make eye contact. You don’t want to get on their bad side.”

“And after that barrier spell… who knows what else they’re capable of?”

The murmurs didn’t escape Aetrial’s sharp hearing, though she pretended not to notice. She took her seat, forcing herself to focus on the lesson. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched, scrutinized.

Professor Arken began the lecture on advanced barrier magic, his booming voice commanding the class's attention. Aetrial followed along, her mind drifting to the subtle shifts in how her classmates treated her. There was an air of both curiosity and unease, but beneath it all, there was also fear.

She shook her head, dismissing her thoughts. It wasn’t as if she could blame them. She wasn’t exactly the Aetrial Ranolf they all thought they knew.

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An Unexpected Invitation

By the time the lecture ended, Aetrial felt drained. She opted to skip the cafeteria and headed instead to the academy gardens—a quiet place where she could escape the mounting tension.

As she rounded a corner, a familiar figure appeared. Lilliana stood by the fountain, holding a basket in her hands. Her golden hair glowed in the afternoon sun, and her smile was as warm as ever.

“Aetrial!” she called out, waving enthusiastically.

Aetrial froze. Of all people to run into...

“Lilliana,” she said, trying to mask her reluctance. “What brings you here?”

“I thought I might find you here. You skipped lunch, didn’t you?” Lilliana held up the basket, beaming. “I brought food!”

Aetrial blinked, caught off guard. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“I wanted to,” Lilliana said simply. “You’ve been so quiet lately. I thought we could talk.”

Aetrial sighed but nodded, taking a seat on the edge of the fountain. It wasn’t as if she could refuse without raising suspicion.

The two ate in companionable silence for a while, though Aetrial noticed Lilliana sneaking glances at her.

“What?” she asked finally, unable to hold back her irritation.

Lilliana hesitated before speaking. “You seem... different. Kinder, maybe. It’s not what I expected.”

Aetrial tensed, her mind racing for a response. “People change,” she said shortly.

Lilliana didn’t press further, but her thoughtful gaze lingered, making Aetrial all the more uneasy.

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Cain’s Game

Elsewhere, Cain sat in the dimly lit restricted archives, poring over ancient texts. His encounter with Aetrial the previous evening played on repeat in his mind. Her—or rather, his—demeanor didn’t align with the infamous Ranolf heir’s reputation.

He flipped through a weathered tome, his crimson eyes scanning the pages with practiced ease. The Ranolf family crest was prominently displayed on one page, accompanied by a passage that caught his attention.

"The heirs of Ranolf are vessels of ancient power, inheritors of a bloodline steeped in darkness and brilliance..."

Cain leaned back, his lips curving into a smirk. “Aetrial Ranolf, what are you hiding?”

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A Sudden Meeting

Later that evening, as Aetrial returned to her dormitory, she noticed a faint, flickering light coming from the corridor ahead. She slowed her pace, her instincts tingling with caution.

Turning the corner, she nearly collided with Cain.

“You again,” she muttered, stepping back.

Cain raised an eyebrow, his ever-present smirk firmly in place. “We do seem to have a knack for running into each other, don’t we?”

“What are you doing here?” she demanded, crossing her arms.

Cain shrugged lazily. “Just taking a walk. The academy is rather dull at night, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Sure,” Aetrial replied dryly. “Well, if you’re done wandering, I’d like to get to my room.”

Cain didn’t move. Instead, he studied her, his gaze unnervingly sharp.

“You’re an enigma, Ranolf,” he said, his tone laced with curiosity. “I wonder, what are you hiding?”

Aetrial’s heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to scoff. “I could say the same about you. You’re not exactly transparent.”

Cain chuckled, stepping aside. “Touché. Until next time, Ranolf.”

As he walked away, Aetrial let out a shaky breath. Cain was getting too close—too curious.

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Shadows Stirring

Back in his quarters, Cain leaned against the window, his expression pensive.

“My lord,” the shadow figure emerged once again, bowing low.

“What is it?” Cain asked, his tone sharp.

“We have confirmed additional details about Aetrial Ranolf,” the figure said. “There are discrepancies between her—his—past behavior and recent actions.”

Cain’s eyes narrowed. “Explain.”

“Ranolf was known for his arrogance and temper, yet now exhibits unusual restraint and kindness. Furthermore, his appearance... There are rumors among the students that suggest something more.”

Cain’s fingers drummed against the windowsill. “Rumors?”

“Some speculate that Ranolf’s sudden change is due to hidden lineage or outside interference.”

Cain’s lips curled into a slow smirk. “Interesting. Aetrial Ranolf, the enigma. Keep watching. I want every detail.”

“Understood, my lord.”

As the shadow vanished, Cain stared into the darkness. His mind raced with possibilities, but one question lingered above all others:

“Just who—or what—are you, Aetrial Ranolf?”

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