Chronicles of Forgotten Extra-Chapter 231: Cypheria Moonstone

Cipher stepped out of her assigned quarters.

This wasn’t the organisation’s base anymore.

She was now on Astralis Island — where the prestigious academy was situated.

She adjusted the cuffs of her uniform, her every movement precise and calculated.

Her assignment was clear.

Observe Jeremy Voidforge.

This mission wasn’t random.

It was after she investigated Nyx Ravenscar at the request of Alden.

She had followed the threads, expecting something trivial.

Instead, she found something... wrong.

Jeremy Voidforge wasn’t just eccentric.

He was dangerous.

She didn’t find any important proof. But there were signs of something sinister.

Something which could threaten the peace of the empire.

When she reported the findings, the Father didn’t hesitate.

Jeremy was marked as a priority target.

And she—one of the elites of the organisation—was deployed.

Sigh.

Babysitting some brats... What a glamorous way to spend a mission.

Still, she hadn’t become one of the organisation’s top field agents by complaining.

Her face remained perfectly neutral, not even the smallest sign of irritation was present on her face as she walked through the academy grounds.

Originally, she intended to slip in quietly, maybe as a research assistant or even a janitor.

But then a perfect chance appeared.

After the demon-worshipper incident at the ruins, many people were fired.

Among them was Sorin, the previous homeroom teacher of Class A.

He was swiftly dismissed from his job to take responsibility for the accident.

The Organisation pulled a few strings.

And just like that, she was inserted.

Her new identity was Cypheria Moonstone.

An elite knight affiliated with House Velrath—the most secretive of the Five Great Families.

A fabricated name.

A flawless identity.

The backing was real.

No one looked twice.

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She reached Class A’s classroom and opened the door.

"Good morning," she said with a flat voice. "I’m your new homeroom teacher... Cypheria."

No warmth. No smile.

Just authority.

Her violet eyes scanned each student.

Alden’s not here.

Tch. Late, or just skipping?

Not surprising. He had a tendency to do his own thing.

Her eyes moved across the room.

The Organisation had flagged several students as high-interest — potential threats or potential tools.

The highest of them all was.

Amyra Celestrian.

White hair and cold violet eyes. She scanned Cipher like a predator.

Cipher knew many things about her.

The so-called perfect heir of the Celestrian family.

The one with the highest potential to surpass Overlord and step into the Primordial rank.

Next to her, another girl sat.

Soft black hair. Gentle blue eyes. She looked harmless.

Nyx Ravenscar.

Jeremy’s personal disciple.

Cipher had dug for information on her and found nothing. No history. No family. Nothing.

She was like a ghost that suddenly appeared out of thin air.

And that made her the most dangerous one here.

Then... she felt it.

A stare.

No, more like a laser to the back of her head.

She turned slightly.

Seles Draven.

Ah. That snake.

They’d crossed paths before — back when Cipher had been working inside the Obsidian Exchange.

Seles had tried to recruit her.

Naturally, she had failed.

Thanks to the organisation’s high-tier disguise artifact, Cipher’s current face was completely different—even her mana signature and voice were changed.

There wasn’t a single trace of her real identity left.

But it was interesting.

So many volatile elements in one room.

But there were a few more.

Her eyes moved to the next row.

Lucien Celestrian.

Messy white hair and violet eyes. His posture was straight but not too rigid.

A forgotten son in a house obsessed with prestige.

Always standing behind his twin sister like a shadow.

Cipher had read his files.

Weak. Unremarkable.

The unworthy prince.

That was what everyone said.

But Cipher didn’t trust public opinion.

And lately... Lucien was making noise.

There were no hard reports. No concrete achievements.

But subtle fluctuations always hinted at motion.

She made a mental note.

Keep an eye on him.

He might be learning how to bite.

Then her gaze flicked one seat over.

Zephyr Drageon.

He was tall and as still as a mountain—yet the air around him always carried pressure.

Even when silent, even when still.

The second son of House Drageon.

Not as popular as the first son, but unlike the rest... Zephyr wasn’t chasing attention.

He was chasing mastery.

She’d seen his sparring footage before.

His technique wasn’t flashy.

It was refined.

Each movement was lean, economical and violent in its simplicity.

And that potential...

Of all students in Class A, Zephyr was the only one predicted to surpass Overlord Rank other than Amyra.

Many considered his talent on par with Amyra’s and some even believed he might even surpass her given enough time.

Cipher had her doubts. But not about his threat level.

He was a weapon still being refined.

And if pointed the wrong way?

The damage would be catastrophic.

Her gaze continued.

Scanning and memorising all important people.

She wasn’t here just to teach.

She was here to watch.

To weigh every variable.

This classroom... wasn’t a class.

It was a board.

And the pieces were finally moving.

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After scanning the room in silence, Cipher finally stepped forward.

The soft click of her heels echoed in the now silent class.

She stopped near the professor’s desk and faced the class fully.

Her gaze passed over them once more.

Then she spoke without raising her voice.

"Due to some unfortunate events, Professor Sorin won’t be able to perform his duty. So, I’ll be in charge of your class from now on."

She didn’t smile nor did she soften her tone.

"I am Cypheria Moonstone. Knight-Tactician under Velrath jurisdiction. Previously assigned to the Imperial Research Division."

A few students sat up straighter.

The Velraths weren’t just powerful — they were shrouded in mystery.

Their influence existed in places most nobles never even heard of.

And she wasn’t just from Velraths.

She was acknowledged by them.

"Now for announcements."

She took a half step to the side.

"There will be no Midterms."

The room stirred.

Cipher continued before anyone could speak aloud.

"The incident at the ancient ruins disrupted the academic timeline. So the Board has decided to cancel midterms entirely."

She let the words settle for a moment before continuing.

"However, don’t celebrate just yet."

Her violet eyes narrowed.

"Instead of midterms, your finals will be revised to reflect the difficulty."

More murmurs followed.

Cipher silenced them with a glance.

"And those who fail to meet the expected growth..."

She didn’t finish.

She didn’t need to.

Her meaning was clear.

You’ll be left behind.

"Any questions?"

Not a single hand went up.

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"Hello, everyone. I’m your new homeroom teacher... Cypheria."

Aziel blinked.

Purple ponytail. Cold violet eyes. Skin like porcelain.

A formal white shirt tucked into tailored black slacks — every inch of her screamed elegance.

His mouth moved before his brain could catch up.

"Damn, she’s hot."

It wasn’t just his thought.

Judging by the silence in the room, half the class was thinking the same.

Unfortunately for Aziel... he had a ticking time bomb sitting beside him.

"What did you say, Aziel?" Cecilia asked sweetly.

Almost too sweetly as the pen in her hand snapped in half.

Aziel froze.

He looked at Cypheria.

Then at Cecilia.

Back at Cypheria.

Then at the broken pen.

"A–um—you heard me wrong." He laughed awkwardly. "I meant to say she looks... hot-tempered."

"Is that so?" Cecilia smiled.

That smile wasn’t kind.

It was the kind of smile someone made before flipping a table.

"Yeah," Aziel muttered, already looking away. "Oh look—there’s someone else too."

He gestured vaguely at nothing.

Cecilia said nothing more.

But Aziel knew.

I’m fucked, aren’t I?

He slumped slightly in his seat, whispering a silent prayer for survival.

And then—

He felt it.

A stare.

Not the kind that said ’hey, what’s up, but the kind that said I want your corpse in a ditch.’

Aziel turned slowly.

Lucien Celestrian was staring at him like a man possessed.

...What?

Aziel blinked and gave a friendly little grin.

A hey bro, we cool? kind of grin.

Lucien’s expression only darkened.

His eyes sharpened.

Aziel’s grin faltered.

Bro?

What the hell is this guy on?

Did I step on his cat or something?

I’m just trying to survive my girlfriend and now this guy wants to murder me?

Aziel looked away.

Great. Now I’ve got two people trying to kill me.

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Lucien looked at the new professor without any interest.

She was strong—he could feel that much.

But right now, she wasn’t important.

There was only one thing occupying his mind currently was—

Aziel Ignaris.

The so-called Chosen of Flame.

Lucien clenched his fist under the desk.

His System had issued a quest.

Not just a simple defeat.

It wanted him to humiliate Aziel.

[Defeat and humiliate Aziel Ignaris.

Reward: Advancement to Beginner Apprentice Rank. Bond eligibility with Ancient Thunder Spirit – Kael’Zin.]

Lucien didn’t know what kind of rivalry the spirit had.

He didn’t care either.

Aziel was just another obstacle.

He wasn’t a friend.

Wasn’t a rival.

Just a stepping stone.

Lucien’s expression remained calm, but his thoughts were sharp.

He was going to win.

He was going to crush him.

And if the spirits wanted a show?

Then he’d give them one.

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Author’s Note.

Hey guys,

The Inter-Academy Arc is about to begin soon. Expect rival schools, fresh challenges and new characters ready to shake things up.

If you’ve got any suggestions—plot twists, character matchups, academy ideas or even specific scenarios you want to see—drop them in the comments.

I’m always open to ideas that can make the arc more exciting.

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