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In the moment the seventh firework exploded, Luna's pupils suddenly constricted into vertical slits.
The infant clutched the collar of Aelia's embroidered shoes, her delicate fingers marked by blood from the dark patterns that had cut into her skin. The gold dust falling onto the pumpkin horse-drawn carriage was melting, seeping into the oak wheels adorned with rose carvings, exuding a scent as sweet and metallic as Leonard's staff.
"Madam, it's time to ignite the Holy Fire at the Starfall Platform." Aunt Qian's silver chain veil fluttered in the night breeze, her fingers, resembling withered branches, gripping a broken piece of a key.
The eyes of the Eighteen Magical Puppets turned towards the Southeast Tower, their joints cracking like ice layers breaking apart.
Aelia pressed the Starry Pendant against the hollow of her collarbone, the sapphire-studded Liu Su brushing against the remnants of her wedding ring's mark.
Last year at the Laurel Festival, Leonard had braided her hair in front of this Crystal Arch Bridge using a laurel branch smeared with Chen Lu.
Now, the colorful silks entwined on the bridge's railing were fading, much like his promise of everlasting Love Magic.
"Mother!" Luna suddenly uttered a garbled baby language, colorful bubbles spilling from her lips.
Those stardust-wrapped bubbles burst at the feet of a puppet, and the melting gold dust instantly crystallized into black ice—exactly like the dark night curse that had caused Second Brother's meridian to rupture in the original story.
The celebration's Ice Crown Anthem suddenly soared as twelve Phantom Pianists emerged from the fountain.
Eldest Brother turned his wheelchair to stop in the shadow of a rosebush, his incomplete right hand absentmindedly brushing against his left leg's magical prosthetic.
Three years ago, during the Laurel Festival fireworks display, he had been torn apart by backlash power while trying to protect an out-of-control magic circle.
At this moment, Luna struggled to leap from Mother’s arms towards the array of puppets, her infant sobs piercing through his numb nerves.
"Let me handle it." The mechanical prosthesis crushed three pieces of cursed gold foil, and Eldest Brother's pale fingertip glowed with long-forgotten magic patterns.
The celebration ribbons locked onto by the puppets suddenly twisted into spellbound chains, ensnaring a third puppet that attempted to approach the fountain.
Luna seized the opportunity to release a cluster of Magic Bubbles.
As the seventh bubble burst atop Leonard's Scepter, the Dark Red Liquid that had been dripping suddenly transformed into a clear substance—the pure Yue Gui dew needed to seal the Confession Record.
Aelia's Jade Pendant emitted a sharp buzzing sound, and a sigh from the First Generation Fortress Master, Xu Ying, echoed from the direction of the Starfall Platform.
"Father is about to initiate the Blood Moon Sacrifice!" Lucius, who had been mingling among the jugglers, suddenly tore off his mask. The pan flute he held in hand was oozing Gold Dust, identical to that of the Puppet.
The usually carefree Third Young Master Lucius was now filled with terror; his Magical Talent sensed the dark energy surging from underground. The decorative pumpkin lanterns were cracking open with gaping mouths.
Luna's pupils suddenly shimmered with a Silver White hue, awakening memories of inheritance belonging to a Great Mage amidst the festive bells.
She pressed her bloodied fingers against Aelia's Wedding Ring, and the weak cries of an infant transformed into an ancient Spell.
The Holy Fire on the Starfall Platform erupted violently, incinerating the Dark Night Magic Pattern growing within the Puppet's Eye Socket into Ashes—the price being a web-like crack emerging on Aelia's ring finger.
When the eighteenth Pumpkin Lantern exploded into blue flames, Leonard's Scepter unexpectedly slipped from his grasp.
The Lord was shocked to discover that the family gem embedded at the top of the Scepter was fading, while in the fountain, the First Generation Lord's Phantom pointed a Feather Pen towards his hidden Confession Record Copy in the secret chamber.
"Madam, be careful!" Aunt Qian suddenly lunged toward Aelia, her Heart's Contract Mark scorched with a Scorch Mark by the key.
The Frosted Rose that had adorned the top of the cake tower suddenly grew wildly, its thorny vines ensnaring Second Brother's ankle—those glistening Gold Dust particles were eerily similar to those from three years ago when his dear friend had deceived him out of Long Jing through cufflinks.
As the fireworks reached their climax, Luna finally exhausted her strength and fell into a deep sleep.
In her last blurry vision, she saw Second Brother bending down to pick up a ribbon torn by the vines. The Emerald Color fabric fragment reflected a face that made him freeze instantly—a Juggler wearing a Silver Half-Face Mask was tossing and catching blood-stained Moonlight Dice.
The sound of the wind pipe suddenly shifted, transforming into a cold laugh that pierced through the chest like that snowy night years ago.
The knuckles of Second Brother cracked under the Emerald Color Fabric.
The neon lights refracted by the fountain fell upon the Silver Mask, slicing the thrown Moonlight Dice into Memory Fragments—three years ago on that snowy night, it was these hands that offered him hot cocoa mixed with Long Jing powder, deceiving him out of the brooch engraved with Guardian Runes.
"Master Ian's Magic Pattern notes are still in the library," Aunt Qian suddenly raised her voice, her bony palm resting on Aelia's trembling shoulder.
The Amber Scent Pouch slipping from the Old Woman's sleeve overflowed with the scent of Orange Blossom, a calming herb infused with magic Luna during the full moon.
Aelia's ring finger cracked, oozing Xing Mang as she pressed her Wedding Ring against the feverish forehead of the infant. "When your Father sought to marry me, he swore a Blood Oath on the Starfall Platform using Yue Gui." The broken tone faded amidst the sudden explosion of the Magic Cannon, as a twelve-layer cake tower collapsed with a crash, while the Frosted Rose vines wildly consumed the celebratory banners.
Brother San staggered back a step, knocking over the Magic Fireworks box held by a servant.
Colorful flames shot up into the night sky, illuminating the Silver Robed Mage casting Frost Magic on the high platform—his Fingertip spun a Hexagonal Ice Crystal, reminiscent of the Family Crest he had accidentally destroyed during his Talent Test at twelve.
"Wrong... all wrong..." He clutched the rusted Magic Crystal Box at his Waist; his mentor had said his magical affinity was for controlling lightning rather than ice.
At this moment, cold sweat from his Palm triggered the Automatic Activation of the Bottom of the Box's Dark Compartment. A faded Sheepskin Scroll suddenly revealed Scorch Marks, exposing tender Tiny Inscriptions blurred by Tears: I want to be the greatest Thunderstorm Sorcerer.
From the East Side of the fountain came a hissing sound from a leaking wind pipe as Lucius stumbled backward into a Rosebush.
The Magic Engraving emerging on his Hand Back resonated with Xu Ying's Feather Pen from the First Generation Fortress Master. The Sapphire embedded at the end of the wind pipe suddenly projected a Star Map—visible only to an Heir, revealing the Energy Veins of the Magic Castle.
"Third Young Master, watch out!" The fire ring thrown by a juggler brushed past his curly golden hair, igniting the prophecy scroll adorning his cuffs.
The Ancient Script in the Ashes caused his Pupil to constrict sharply; it was the Warning written in blood by Mother on the Window Lattice before her death: when the Holy Fire changes color for the third time, cover your ears and count to thirteen.
Second Brother's Boot Heel crushed three Moonlight Dice.
When he finally pushed through the throng of revelers, the Masked Figure had long vanished into the swirling Magic Lantern array.
Only the frost Footprints left on the ground traced the unique twisted pattern of his dear friend's old injury on the Left Leg—an imprint left when he had blocked a fatal attack for him during their battle against the Snow Wolf Pack years ago.
"Mother, look!" Luna suddenly twitched in her slumber, her tiny hands grasping at the air with no Awareness.
The starlight she tore apart coalesced into Lei Yun patterns, perfectly resonating with Brother San's trembling Sheepskin Scroll.
The Silver Robed Mage on the high platform suddenly clutched his Heart, his Ice Crystal Technique shattered into Powder by a bolt of lightning that appeared out of nowhere.
Aelia's Wedding Ring suddenly burst forth with Strong Light, and the Holy Fire on the Starfall Platform shifted from gold to blue.
Aunt Qian yanked at her Waist, where an apron adorned with talismans hung, and eighteen magical pockets simultaneously spewed out suppressive dust.
The Old Woman's Wrist, covered in age spots, emerged as Demon Binding Shackles; it was her Guardian Oath from her youth forcibly blocking the backlash of a curse.
"Madam, step back!" Lucius's pipe suddenly played the first notes of Blood Moon Requiem on its own, and his Hand Back Star Map began to burn his skin.
As the thirteenth Pumpkin Lantern exploded into Purple Smoke, Xu Ying, the First Generation Fortress Master in the fountain, suddenly turned to look at the Southeast Tower, where a Feather Pen inscribed a blood-red countdown of judgment in the void.
Brother San's Magic Crystal Box suddenly floated up, and the Sheepskin Scroll wrapped around Lei Guang plunged into his Heart.
His incomplete Thunderstorm Spell reformed amidst the Celebration Fireworks, shattering the Frosted Vines that were devouring the colorful banners.
When the Fourth Lightning struck the Rosebush, my brother's Wheelchair suddenly turned towards the back of the fountain, and the Spellbound Chains ensnared a Puppet's arm that was reaching for Aelia.
"Father is watching," Lucius murmured to the air, his fingertip dusted with Gold Dust lightly touching the wind instrument's Abyssal Serpent Parasite Holes.
In the Sapphire Projection's Star Map, the Red Dot representing Leonard was frantically moving around the secret chamber, while the gray mist marking Leonard's Concubine was closing in on the Magic Fortress Barrier's most vulnerable Southeast Corner.
As the Holy Fire transformed into Emerald Color for the third time, Luna's eyelashes suddenly crystallized with ice.
The baby's unconscious murmurs triggered the Automatic Activation of the Defensive Formation at the base of the Starfall Platform, causing eighteen Puppets to kneel in unison.
Seizing the opportunity, Aelia pressed the Wedding Ring against Xu Ying, the First Generation Fortress Master’s Feather Quill Tip. The cracks in the Wedding Ring oozed blood, staining the cover of the Confession Record Copy red.
In the shadows on the West Side of the fountain, Second Brother finally picked up the last half piece of ribbon.
The Cursed Fabric tainted with Gold Dust manifested in the Thunderstorm's Residual Magic, emerging with my dear friend's Family Crest's unique Iris Dark Pattern.
He tore apart the now ineffective Guardian Charm from his Neck and shaped the Remaining Chain into a sharp Silver Cone—the brooch that had been deceitfully taken away years ago was crafted from Moonfall Steel, capable of dispelling all illusions.
As the final bell of the celebration rang out, Lucius's wind instrument fell silent on its own.
This Third Young Master Lucius, often mocked for his mediocre magic, was now staring blankly at the fading Star Map Hand Back.
With Luna Juice on his Boot Sole, he accidentally stepped on an Ancient Rune Array, causing a long-sealed Prophecy Ball in the Magic Castle Cellar to spin wildly.
When the Emerald Sacred Fire dyed the Magic Castle Spire Liuli Color, Lucius’s Star Map Hand Back suddenly Zhuo Tonged.
This Third Young Master Lucius, who had always been regarded as a wastrel, staggered to support himself against the edge of the fountain. The Sapphire at the end of his wind instrument projected Energy Veins of the Magic Castle onto the Fountain Water Curtain—while in the Southeast Corner, gray mist had coalesced into a Woman's Silhouette.
The silver chain veil of Aunt Qian suddenly tightened, and eighteen magical pockets simultaneously spewed out orange pollen.
The corners of the Old Woman's wrinkled eyes twitched. Thirty years ago, during Aelia's wedding, the First Generation Lord's Phantom had also smiled at the swaddled Lucius.
Leonard's scepter let out a mournful wail, the faded family gem reflecting the cracks on Aelia's ring finger.
He tried to conceal the scepter's abnormality with his cuff, but it caused the silver key from Leonard's cloak and dark bag to slip out—this key, engraved with the pattern of a Nightingale Flower, fit perfectly into the lock of the Southeast Tower's secret chamber.
"Father, the Confession Record is crying." Luna suddenly murmured in her sleep, her tears transforming into ice crystals that fell into the fountain.
The First Generation Lord's Phantom abruptly turned around, and the Blood Pearl that dripped from the Feather Quill Tip wound its way across the ground, forming a Blood Arrow that pointed directly at Leonard’s brooch Hidden Layer, which concealed Leonard's Concubine's letter.
Second Brother suddenly yanked at the silver chain around his neck, the Moonfall Steel piercing through his fingertip.
When the Blood Pearl landed on a fragment of emerald-colored ribbon, the Iris Crest of Beloved Friend Family suddenly ignited, morphing into remnants of Long Jing tea from a cup of hot cocoa on a snowy night—those runes that were supposed to protect him were now flickering on the bracelet of a Concubine Maid.
"The Magic Castle needs reform!" Lucius suddenly raised his wind instrument high, and seven Energy Nodes lit up in the Sapphire Star Map.
His curled golden hair was stained with Luna Juice, and his usually frivolous green eyes sparkled with Xing Huo: "The Defensive Formation of Southeast Tower has thirty energy gaps; I..."
"Shut up!" Brother San's Ailya's Roar shattered the floating Magic Crystal Box, and a rusty lock fell amidst the Frosted Vines.
He trembled as he unfolded the scorched Sheepskin Scroll; at thirteen years old, he had written about the Thunderstorm Sorcerer absorbing Celebration Fireworks: "Do you think understanding the Star Map can save the Magic Castle? My mentor once said my Lightning Affinity would attract Disaster..."
Suddenly, a ten-meter-high water column erupted from the fountain, drowning out their argument.
The elder brother's wheelchair remained motionless in the torrent, as the Spellbound Chains crushed the head of the third Puppet.
His mangled right hand pressed against the Ankeli of his Left Leg Mechanical Prosthetic, where the design of the Laurel Festival Magic Circle from three years ago was hidden—now resonating with the Lei Yun patterns released by Luna.
Aelia's Wedding Ring suddenly shot out a beam of starlight, piercing through the gem atop Leonard's Staff.
As the Dark Red Liquid seeped from the cracks once more, two clusters of Dark Purple Flame split from the Holy Fire of the Starfall Platform—the Golden Red cluster entwined around the fissure in the Wedding Ring, while the bluish one crawled up Leonard's Hand Back along the Scepter.
"Madam..." Leonard stepped back after regaining his Awareness, his Scepter leaving a Scorch Mark on the Ground.
The Gold Dust clinging to the hem of his Leonard's Cloak suddenly coalesced into small spiders, frantically fleeing towards the Southeast Tower along the Earth Rift.
This detail was captured by Luna's Magic Bubble, which reflected the Crystal Coffin in the secret chamber at the moment of explosion—inside lay a Frozen Maiden resembling Leonard's Concubine.
Lucius's bagpipes suddenly played the second Blessing Melody automatically, and the Star Map displayed seven Energy Nodes beginning to shift.
As he attempted to stomp out the escaping Golden Powder Spider with his Boot Heel, an Ancient Rune Array unexpectedly activated automatically. The illusion projected by the Prophecy Ball materialized above the fountain: eighteen-year-old Lucius stood before an altar, with a Wedding Ring in hand, slipping it onto a Noble Young Lady wearing a Silver Iris Flower Mask.
"Brother San, be careful!" Luna's cry shattered the illusion.
Brother San's Sheepskin Scroll suddenly triggered a Thunderstorm, toppling Lucius, who was reorganizing his Defensive Formation, into a Rosebush.
Amidst the Emerald Flame, no one noticed that Leonard quietly picked up the Nightingale Key—while the Ice Layer inside the Crystal Coffin was visibly melting at an alarming rate.
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