Chapter 16: Chapter 15: Midterm Evaluation

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Arc 2: Threads of Power

After the trials of her first semester, Chloe is forced into harsher training that pushes her beyond her limits. As King Aldric and Queen Seraphina struggle to unite the kingdom, rival factions prepare for unrest. Friendships are tested, hidden identities edge closer to exposure, and the true cost of wielding power begins to surface.

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Chapter 15: Midterm Evaluation

As Chloe stepped out of the grand hall, her mind swirled with unease. The chess match with Youssef Trabelsi wasn't just a game — it was a warning. He wasn’t just another instructor. He knew things. Dangerous things.

"Did I really threaten the king... without knowing it? "

She pushed the doubts away. Now wasn't the time for weakness.

In her quiet corner of the library, Chloe opened her private diary — the one she used under her covert alias, Lady Chay. A strange entry caught her eye. She didn’t remember writing it.

“Did... did he say C_55 ?—”

Before she could finish the thought, her comm-device flickered. A hologram formed — Ms. Nightfall’s face, stern as always, eyes sharp and unreadable.

“Chloe. That chess match with Mr. Trabelsi... dramatic, wasn’t it?”

Chloe quickly shielded the device. Fortunately, the library was empty. No one would overhear.

“I’m fine,” she said, though her voice betrayed tension. “But the mission — Operation Closer — it’s getting harder to manage. Keeping my cover at the Royal Service University isn’t simple.”

She told Nightfall about her growing suspicions of Trabelsi and the pressure of the upcoming midterms. Nightfall listened in silence.

“You’re still young,” she finally said, then added carefully, “But you should know... Trabelsi is part of the Secret Police. He takes orders directly from the king.”

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The door creaked.

Trabelsi stepped in, calm and casual, leaning against a bookshelf.

“C_55” he greeted smoothly. “Chatting with Ms. Nightfall? Don’t worry — the library’s soundproof. I made sure of it.”

His tone was friendly. But Chloe felt the weight behind his words.

“Let me be your guide,” he continued. “In espionage. In survival. If you accept, I’ll train you in Animencor.”

Chloe’s pulse quickened. He had called her by her true designation — C_55.

She stood slowly, slipping a hand beneath her cloak to rest near her hidden blade. “As Lady Chay, I’m always ready to learn. But my time is limited.”

Trabelsi smiled. as if he knew her hidden mouve to her blade before she did

Nightfall’s voice chimed back in, startled to see both of them.

“I didn’t expect this meeting to happen so soon. Youssef, is this the right moment?”

“we can't afford waiting more” he replied. “Her grasp of the mission is strong. But without Animencor, C_55 won’t survive what’s coming.”

“Chloe,” Nightfall said gently, “Youssef will now serve as your Animencor master. Training begins soon — after your midterm exams.”

Chloe processed the news in silence. She had once studied Animencor but abandoned it before her five-year mission. Never did she expect a member of the Secret Police to guide her back to it.

“And my studies at RSU?” she asked.

“They’ll continue,” Nightfall confirmed. “Training will take place on weekends and during midterm breaks.”

Trabelsi gave a shallow bow. “Think of me as your mentor. But remember — this isn’t optional. The king won’t tolerate another rogue spy.”

Weeks passed in a blur — lectures, field exercises, and whispered strategy sessions. Chloe gave everything. She memorized equations, practiced etiquette, and even repaired a broken kitchen pipe like a royal technician.

Then came the exam.

It was brutal — twenty pages of dense, layered questions. Chloe gripped her quill and fought her way through logic puzzles, historical codes, and memory traps. Some she conquered. Others left her guessing.

This isn’t just a test of knowledge, she thought.too many questions, limited time It’s a test survival and strategy

As dusk fell, she submitted the exam. Ninety percent completed. Ten percent unanswered. She exhaled.

Across the room, Trabelsi watched her. No words. Just a knowing look.

The next morning, the results went public.

Lady Chay — 78%.

It was the highest score in the university. The exam had been so punishing that two-thirds was considered humanly possible. Chloe had gone beyond.

The halls buzzed. Some students barely passed. Others failed outright — scores under 25%. A retake was their only hope.

Chloe didn’t dwell on them. Her mission demanded more than sympathy.

Three hours later, she arrived at Whispering Woods — the site of her Animencor training.

Wrapped in her cloak, she slipped past the old castle gates and into the dense forest. Shadows shifted. The wind carried whispers.

In a quiet clearing, a single wooden cabin glowed with candlelight.

Waiting outside, arms folded, stood Youssef Trabelsi.

The real training was about to begin.