Chapter 3: The Rosewing Legacy

The next morning, Rika scoured the estate’s library.

She needed answers.

Who killed Seraphina?

Why?

And what exactly had she inherited?

The Rosewings were once guardians of ancient flame magic.

But they’d fallen from grace.

Accused of treason.

Seraphina’s father disappeared.

Her mother… mad.

And now, all that was left was her.

A girl reborn.

A target.

Rika found the grimoire sealed behind a blood-lock.

It opened to her touch.

Spells danced across the pages.

But one stood out:

[Ignis Corruptum: The Flame That Sees Truth.]

A spell to reveal hidden intentions.

Perfect.

But dangerous.

The cost? A piece of her memory.

Still, she cast it.

And as the golden light flared, she saw it—

A memory not hers.

Seraphina’s last moments.

The wine.

The laughter.

And the face of the one who poured the poison:

A maid.

The same one who greeted her that morning.

Rika’s hands trembled.

She was living in a nest of vipers.

And every smile hid a knife.

But she wasn’t afraid.

Not anymore.

Because this time, she had something the real Seraphina never did.

A reason to survive.

And a story to rewrite.