The Academy For The Aces: BOOK 1 OF THE ACE SERIES

Chapter 32

Chapter 32

Antheia, Faith, and Andrew gathered with the others back at the Academy, the weight of the impending mystery heavy on their shoulders. Andrew took a deep breath and began to explain everything he had learned about his lineage, the Mark, and the Book of Arden. His words were met with a mix of astonishment and determination from the group, each individual realizing the gravity of the situation.

"We're in this together," Andrew declared, his voice resolute. "We need to find out who's trying to prevent me from learning the truth about my destiny, who's behind Sherlock's disappearance, and why his journal was hidden in the library. Only by working together can we uncover the answers."

Their collective resolve solidified, and they began to devise a plan. Days turned into weeks as they attended classes, studied, and conducted discreet investigations during their free moments. The walls of the Academy seemed to hold secrets, and they were determined to unveil them.

One day, they gathered in a hidden corner of the library, the heart of their investigation. The group exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of their shared goal. Andrew leaned forward, his voice low yet firm. "Our first suspect is Headmaster Rosalind Lavigne. She's been here since before our time, and she may know more than she's letting on."

Antheia nodded in agreement. "She's been secretive, always disappearing into her office or other parts of the Academy. And I've heard rumors that she has connections to ancient societies."

Faith's eyes narrowed as she chimed in. "Plus, the fact that Sherlock's journal was hidden here, under her watch, raises suspicions."

Malcom, Daiyu, and the others shared their observations, each piece of the puzzle fitting into place. With their collective knowledge, they crafted a plan to discreetly gather more information about Headmaster Lavigne's activities.

As the group contemplated their plan, Malcolm's eyes lit up with a spark of excitement. "I might have just the thing that could help us," he announced, a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "I call it 'Surveillance.' It's an invention I've been tinkering with for a while."

Faith's eyebrows raised in curiosity. "Surveillance? What does it do?"

Malcolm's grin widened. "It allows us to discreetly monitor and record activities from a distance. Think of it as a set of magical eyes that can observe without being noticed."

Daiyu's eyes lit up. "That could be incredibly useful for gathering information about Headmaster Lavigne."

With a nod of agreement from the group, Malcolm led them down the hallways of the Academy, his confident strides matching the anticipation in the air. They reached a door, and with a flourish, Malcolm swung it open. "Welcome to my workshop!" he exclaimed, his pride evident in his voice.

Antheia's lips curved into a knowing smile. "So this is where you've been escaping to when you're not in our dorm."

The workshop was a marvel, filled with an array of gadgets, devices, and intricate contraptions. Andrew's eyes widened as he took in the sight. "Impressive," he remarked.

Malcolm's expression turned somber. "This place belonged to my grandfather," he explained. "He was one of the first students to attend this academy after all."

Faith admired the workshop, her gaze drifting over the meticulously organized tools and projects. "It must be an honor to continue his legacy," she said, a genuine smile touching her lips.

Malcolm's shoulders straightened with pride. "It is. Now, let's get to work on setting up Surveillance. We'll need to carefully place the devices around the areas we suspect Headmaster Lavigne frequents."

As the group huddled together around a worktable, Malcolm began explaining the mechanics of Surveillance, Malcolm began explaining the mechanics of Surveillance and distributing the 'magical eyes' they would use.

Their mission was clear, and with each passing moment, their determination to uncover the truth burned brighter. In the heart of Malcolm's workshop, amidst the hum of gadgets and the promise of discovery, they forged ahead, united in their quest to unveil the secrets that lay hidden.