She exhaled softly, a slow, thoughtful breath. "Something… is moving, Merlin. Something outside the academy, outside the nation, perhaps even outside the world's present order. It is faint, like a whisper across a sea."
She fixed her silver eyes on him.
"And you… you are connected to it."
His blood chilled.
This conversation wasn't in the novel. It wasn't even close.
Morgana continued, "Ever since your first day here, anomalies have begun to stir. Deviations in the flow of mana. Threads twisting where they should not. And now, this organization interfering with academy grounds? That is no coincidence."
So she had sensed the organization's presence immediately. She just allowed the instructors to handle the event rather than stepping in.
"Morgana," Merlin asked carefully, "why call me alone? You could have summoned Nathan, too. Or the others who were involved."
Her eyes narrowed, barely, but enough to feel like a blade at his throat.
"Do not insult me."
