Chapter 92: Headmistress Aragona
I do not remember the first time someone called me “Headmistress.”
I remember the first time someone called me Aragona.
It was Eclipse.
But that memory isn’t where my story begins.
My story begins in ruin.
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When I was a child, the Celestial Citadel did not feel like a school.
It felt like a clock tower.
Everything ran on perfect precision—bells, schedules, performance, evaluations.
Students whispered about the Divinia Wing like it was a legend, but when I lived there? It was a laboratory. We were experiments—children groomed to be strategic instruments of Magus Mundo.
I was ten when I learned the cost of talent.
When you show promise, people stop treating you like someone who might break.
The first time I rewove light into a physical construct
