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墨書 Inktalez
The feathers of the Ice Crystal Nightingale fluttered down amidst Ailya's silver hair, the starry patterns on her witch's robe flickering in and out of visibility.
She raised Luna to eye level, the ice blue hexagram swirling within the infant projecting the image of Leonard's Last Night during the construction of the Magic Castle three hundred years ago into the morning mist.
"Ee... Ah!" Luna suddenly let out a sharp loud cry, her chubby fingers poking at Aelia's collarbone where the purple azalea mark lay.
As the witch's magic touched the baby's palm, the ice crystal pattern surged into a three-meter-high three-dimensional map—clearly displaying a treehouse somewhere in the Emerald Forest. The bite mark on Leonard's neck transformed into vines in the illusion, wrapping around an elven woman clad in a moonlight veil.
"Is this... a prophetic illusion?" Aelia stumbled and crashed into the stargazing platform's astrolabe, a crystal fragment slicing through her trembling fingertip.
At the moment the blood pearl fell towards the geographical map of the Eastern Region, a roar from the nursery direction echoed as a statue began to turn, causing the entire castle floor to tilt.
Seizing the opportunity, Luna grasped the witch's bloodied index finger and forcibly initiated a second memory resonance.
This time, what emerged was the original plot: in the cellar during a stormy night, Leonard used a dagger to carve out Third Young Master Lucius's magic core, stuffing the crying young child into a water-seeping stone coffin.
"Madam! The West Wing Tower..." Qin Si rushed in with her skirt covered in glowing moss but choked on her breath upon seeing the geomancy illusion—the magical light spot belonging to Lord clearly overlapped with the coordinates of a spy from the Northern Territory in the Emerald Forest.
Aelia suddenly tore open the infant's swaddling; Luna's heart bore an ice crystal birthmark that revealed a celestial chart: indicating that the marriage contract symbolized by Zhi Nu Xing had long extinguished, replaced by an unfamiliar star trail entwined with poison vines. "Fifteen years..." The witch caressed the moonstone necklace her husband had given her last year; what was sealed within the magic crystal was not stardust but rather scale powder from the unique emerald butterflies of her elven kin.
The castle suddenly shook violently as her elder brother's wheelchair crashed through the golden oak door into the stargazing platform.
This mage, who had lost his twin legs due to dark magic backlash, now had twelve magic crystal stones embedded in his wheelchair armrest flashing wildly. "Mother!" he shouted, waving his skeletal staff to shatter the transforming window lattice. "Father has activated the castle's self-destruction array; we must reach the central control room..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Luna unexpectedly spat out an ice crystal feather towards his wheelchair.
The feather touched the metallic armrest with a shan na sound, and an emerging bite mark similar to Leonard’s appeared on her elder brother’s neck, though its color was closer to a toxic azure purple.
"Three years ago, the Demon Wolf attacked the city..." The elder brother crushed the Magic Crystal in his hand, finally understanding why he experienced Magic Turbulence when casting the Forbidden Spell.
From beneath the Wheelchair, a scroll suddenly sprang forth—exactly what Luna had drawn last night with Milk Stain to create the Dispel Array.
A roar from the direction of the Cellar announced the opening of a stone coffin, but Aelia shoved Luna into Qin Si's arms.
The witch removed the Purple Orchid Hairpin that was devouring the dawn, and as her Hair Bun unraveled, the glowing Moss on the entire Castle Outer Wall suddenly flowed backward, converging at her feet to form a Northern Territory Map.
"Take the Children to the White Dew Corridor." Aelia bit her finger and drew a Blood Pact on Qin Si's forehead. "Feed the Gargoyle with the Glowing Moss from your Dining Knife, they will..."
A sudden screech erupted from somewhere in the castle, resembling a baby's loud cry, and Luna's left hand, hidden behind her back, finally melted away the ice crystal feather completely.
As the Silver Liquid seeped into the Peacock Stone Tiles, an entirely different flow chart of Geomancy emerged beneath their feet—what was supposed to awaken three years later, the Holy Spring, was now surging beneath Lucius's bedroom.
"Mother, look at this!" The elder brother suddenly maneuvered his Wheelchair toward the fireplace, digging out a charred piece of Fabric from the Ashes.
Luna's pupils constricted as she recognized it as a fragment of Leonard's Cloak, worn by her second brother when deceived by his close friend in the original book. However, this time there were strange stitches of Elvish Language on the fabric.
Suddenly, Aelia's Astrological Compass hovered vertically in the Northeast Corner, where a crisp sound of breaking porcelain echoed.
Seizing the opportunity, Luna applied the last bit of ice crystal to the witch's ear—next, someone needed to hear that in Third Young Master Lucius's room, the ten-year-blooming Moonlight Grass was now blossoming in the mist seeping from the stone coffin.
Standing in the shadows of the Spiral Staircase, Second Brother caressed his sleeve embroidered with a Double-Headed Eagle made of Silver Thread.
That had once been their shared Emblem, sworn over with his close friend at the Magic Academy, but now it twisted into a mocking visage in the firelight of the fireplace.
The fragments of fabric drifting from the ashes landed at his boot tip, and suddenly, the stitches of Elvish Language glowed with a phosphorescent red light—just like three years ago on that snowy night when his friend said it was used to reinforce defensive magic with an "Ancient Elf Blessing Spell."
"From that moment on..." He staggered against the damp stone wall, the joyous laughter of the Magic Academy graduation ceremony suddenly exploding in his ears.
When his close friend handed him a drink mixed with elven dream powder, the warning from the Double-Headed Eagle Emblem at his collarbone, which had once alerted him, was dismissed as a mere illusion caused by nerves.
Luna's Loud Cry pierced through three layers of stone walls, and he abruptly tore open his collar.
The location marked by his friend's Tracking Magic was now emerging with vine-like bite marks similar to those on his father's neck, each leaf bearing the distinctive serrated edges of the elven race.
Suddenly, he raised his wand and jabbed it toward his throat, but Zhang Jian blossomed into an Ice Crystal Rose upon touching his skin—this was the "toy" Luna had stuffed into his pocket that morning.
From deep within the Geomancy, the Roar of the Holy Spring awakened, and he fell to his knees on the humid steps.
Petals of the Ice Crystal Rose fluttered down, piecing together Leonard's Last Night from the original book, where he had destroyed half a castle due to a Magic Surge.
Now, the ice crystal stained with Milk Stain was coursing along his bulging Blood Vessel, driving his friend's Tracking Magic toward his left pinky finger.
"At least... I can still be a Container." He snapped the silver chain on his pinky, a defensive artifact gifted by his mother on his sixteenth birthday.
As the bloodied silver Chain Pendant entered the Geothermal Rift, the Magic Fluctuation from the direction of the Emerald Forest suddenly weakened by a third.
Brother San's Alchemical Chamber was filled with a putrid mist as he clutched half a bottle of Dragon Breath Solvent, his hand trembling.
The copper mirror in the corner reflected his right arm covered in Magic Patterns—those once known as Heavenly Gifted Magic Marks—now oozing a ghostly blue Blood Pearl as the castle trembled.
"It's all wrong!" He swept an arm across and knocked down an entire shelf of Magic Tomes; the parchment revealed hidden elven Iris as it hit the ground.
The Crystal Prism caught during Luna's full moon Zhua Zhou suddenly rolled out from a drawer, refracting moonlight onto a spot at the back of his neck.
In the mirror, the mark of the elven slave, covered in Magic Pattern, suddenly appeared.
Memories surged forth like a flood breaking through a dam: the forbidden tree hollow he stumbled into at the age of six, the masked figure who gifted him the Magic Mark Awakening Potion, and the unmistakable Emerald Color and Ailya's White Nails that peeked out from beneath the cloak.
"What have I been doing all these years..." Brother San frantically tore down the elemental Moon Phase chart from the wall, and suddenly, a small Ice Shard that Luna had stuck in the corner with saliva began to glow.
The Ice Shard did not project his painstakingly honed Fire Magic of ten years; instead, it revealed the activation form of the Family Secret Technique he was meant to inherit—Frost Astrology.
The Roar of the Holy Spring shattered the Crystal Chandelier above, yet at that moment, Brother San distinctly heard the sound of ice crystals colliding within his Bloodline.
He ripped open his collar, allowing the Magic Pattern to surge forth, pouring an entire bottle of Dragon Breath Solvent over his right arm.
As his skin crackled and shed its purple hue, the discarded Magic Pattern coalesced in midair into a topographical map of the Northern Fortress.
"Mother!" He kicked open the hidden door leading to the Stargazing Platform. The In Hand Burning Magic Pattern map dyed the glowing Moss on the stone walls along his path into a poisonous vine's dark green. "These Demonic Marks are..."
Qin Si gathered Aelia's scattered silver hair in her palm, her movements gentle as if she were arranging broken moonlight.
The Dining Knife at her chest was heating up; it was the weapon Aelia had thrust into her hand when she rescued her from the Coliseum twenty years ago.
The Ice Crystal Carving Knife, embedded with Glowing Moss, automatically shed its casing, transforming under the Blood Pact into a guiding Xing Mang.
"Madam, the hidden door to the White Dew Corridor is sealed by Poison Vine." She said as she lifted Luna to the window. Yet in Luna's eyes reflected not the chaotic scene before them—each vein of Poison Vine pointed towards a certain Coordinate in the Emerald Forest.
Aelia's Astrological Compass suddenly cracked in two, revealing a faded Iris Specimen within its Hidden Layer.
This was the flower Leonard had pinned in her hair on their wedding night. Now, on the back of the Centaurea Specimen, elven Iris began to emerge gradually, each letter oozing a green liquid like tree sap.
"Take the Children to the Ice Cellar." Aelia suddenly cut her Wrist, letting her blood drip onto Qin Si's Dining Knife.
The blood-stained blade automatically etched the Curse to dissolve the Magic Contract. "Activate it with the Crystal Dice caught when Lucius turned one..."
A roar from a Gargoyle awakening echoed through the castle, but at that moment, Luna grasped Aelia's bloodied fingers tightly.
An infant's Palm emerged, revealing a Miniature Celestial Chart, indicating a new Light Spot where the Marriage Contract had fractured—right at the location of the Holy Spring.
As Aelia's Blood Pearl fell onto the Celestial Chart, the entire Stargazing Platform's Ground suddenly became transparent, revealing a surging silver spring below.
"Mother!
The West Tower..." Brother San's shout was swept away by the hurricane in the corridor.
At that moment, the Magic Pattern remaining on his right arm resonated with the Holy Spring, pulling forth a Holographic Projection of the Northern Fortress in the air.
In the Projection, a moving Red Dot perfectly overlapped with the unyielding bite mark on Second Brother's pinky finger.
From deep within Geomancy came an infant's Loud Cry-like Zhen Chan, and Luna finally released her left hand hidden in the swaddling cloth.
The last ice crystal feather melted into the surging waves of the Holy Spring, inscribing a crucial Coordinate into Lucius's bedroom door ring—where, after ten years of dormancy, Moonlight Grass was unfurling its leaves in the mist seeping from the stone coffin, and the glowing core of the grass shimmered with a light that matched Leonard's Moonstone Earrings gifted to his Elven Lover last year.
Lucius's fingers brushed against the serrated leaves of Moonlight Grass when suddenly, its glow pierced his Pupil with pain.
The mist seeping from the coffin Gap crystallized around his ankle, and in a daze, he seemed to see his Father holding a dagger dripping with his own blood.
The tremors from the corridor shifted the Coffin Lid by three inches, revealing the satin Lining embroidered by his Mother on his fifth birthday—upon which a Guardian Spell was stitched with Silver Thread, now corroded by some stain into charred Abyssal Serpent Parasite Holes.
"Third Young Master Lucius!" The hurried footsteps of a servant echoed from outside, and Lucius quickly clenched the Moonlight Grass along with the soil in his palm.
The grass stem cut into his skin, but instead of blood, a fluorescent juice of the same color as his father's lover's Moonstone Earrings flowed out.
As he stepped back, he knocked over a brass candlestick, and the melted wax formed the outline of a Northern Territory Map on the ground. A flickering red dot overlapped with the suddenly appearing ice crystal coordinate on his bedroom door.
When Leonard's silver boots crushed the last Moonlight Grass on the porch, the glowing moss throughout the Magic Castle extinguished for three seconds.
The bite mark on his neck glowed with an emerald hue unique to the elven race in the shadows. Suddenly, the Butterfly Hairpin gifted by his lover in the pocket of his cloak began to burn—this was a characteristic of elven prewarning magic.
"My lord, the lady is at the Stargazing Platform..." The knight's voice was interrupted by a sudden eruption of holy spring roar.
Leonard stroked the sword hilt where the camouflage coating had begun to peel away; what was once carved with redbud had long been replaced by an Elven totem.
As he stepped onto the spiral staircase, he deliberately avoided the seventh step—there lay an ancient magic rune capable of detecting lies.
Ailya's silver hair swept in like a violent wind and snow, and the fragment of her astrological compass hovered between them.
Leonard noticed that his wife's ear bore uncleaned traces of ice crystals, remnants of magic left by Luna.
He reached out to embrace his wife's thin shoulders, but as his fingertips brushed against her hair, sparks flew—fifteen years after their marriage contract had shattered, a magical backlash began.
"Is the treehouse in the Emerald Forest still comfortable?" Aelia waved a broken Iris specimen; its faded petals suddenly regained their vibrancy, piecing together an image of Leonard pinning it behind her ear on their wedding night.
The Elven script on the back of the Centaurea specimen writhed like living worms, oozing blue blood fern juice that corroded "traitor" into ancient demon script on the ground.
Leonard swallowed down the antidote pill given by his elven lover with a rolling Adams apple, causing the bite mark on his neck to crack open suddenly.
The vine-like bloodstains crawled along the collarbone towards the ear, suddenly blooming into poisonous flowers upon contact with the remnants of ice crystals. "The patrol in the Northern Territory encountered an ambush by the Elven tribe..." He extended his hand to reveal the corroded wound on his palm, forgetting that it was a mark left by Aelia's special treatment for his Black Magic injury twenty years ago.
Luna's loud cry pierced the stagnant air like an ice pick.
Leonard's pupils constricted as he saw the baby in Qin Si's arms clutching a piece of swaddling cloth laced with Elven scale powder—the very "trophy" he had falsely claimed to have brought back after exterminating an Elven tribe last year.
Suddenly, the message scroll hidden in his boot ignited spontaneously, and ashes formed an SOS in the air, signaling that the Elven lover was in danger.
"Look into my eyes!" Aelia suddenly tore open her collar, revealing that the purple azalea mark on her collarbone was cracking, exposing skin eroded by poison vines beneath.
She pressed a blood-stained fragment of an astrological compass against her husband's chest. The compass needle spun wildly before pointing directly to the inner pocket where he had hidden the Elven token. "The Plant Archmage who built the Magic Castle three hundred years ago never taught future generations how to cast the Elven charm spell on their wedding bed!"
The geomancy of the entire castle suddenly emitted a sobbing roar as water from the Holy Spring broke through seven barriers and surged into the hall.
Leonard's sword at his waist unsheathed itself by three inches—this was the magic sword gifted by Aelia's family, and at this moment, the family crest embedded in its hilt was peeling away.
As he retreated, he crashed through a colored glazed window in the corridor. In that instant, moonlight poured down, revealing all hidden Elven magical traces.
Luna, cradled in Qin Si's arms, suddenly expelled an ice crystal bubble. When it burst, it released fragments of memories from Leonard and his Elven lover's vows.
Underneath the Spirit Ancient Tree on Leonard's last night, Lord had personally woven strands of golden hair from his eldest son’s first birthday into his lover’s braid—this was precisely what had caused his elder brother’s magic backlash through the curse medium.
"Father!" His elder brother's wheelchair crashed through the corridor armor. The bite mark on the back of his neck resonated with Leonard’s mark on his neck under the moonlight.
The twelve magic crystal stones embedded in the wheelchair armrest exploded simultaneously, forming a three-dimensional map of the Elven sacrificial array in midair. "The sacred domain scroll you gave me three years ago—activating that spell is actually using 'Container' from Elvish language, isn't it?"
A tremendous crash echoed from the cellar as a stone coffin lid fell to the ground. Lucius appeared at the top of the spiral staircase, clutching glowing moonlight grass.
The roots of the plant in hand were growing wildly, wrapping around Leonard's right hand as he tried to reach for the Teleportation Scroll.
The young boy Pale's face was illuminated by the fluorescent grass, turning a shade of green. "Father, do you remember the medicine you gave me when I had a high fever at five? Looking back now, it must have been an elven memory cleanser, right?"
Aelia suddenly cut her wrist, letting her blood spill onto the Holy Spring. The silver stream in the air coalesced into an Ice Crystal Spear.
As the spear tip pressed against Leonard's throat, the magical protective barrier surrounding the castle emitted a sharp cracking sound.
At that moment, the emergency communication stone at Lord's waist lit up, blending the alarm of the approaching elven army with the loud cries of a baby into a bizarre melody.
Luna's Luna spun with a two-colored hexagram, and she expelled a Luna tinged with blood veins.
Bubbles floated towards the collapsing ceiling, reflecting a suffocating scene from Leonard's last night—statues of past Lords meant to guard the Magic Castle now flowed with an emerald glow from the elven race.
Aelia's peacock blue robe shimmered with the luster of mother-of-pearl under the moonlight. She was about to hand a silver combing mirror to Qin Si when she suddenly noticed something unusual reflected in the dressing mirror regarding the baby carriage.
Luna's chubby little hands glowed red as light spots began to coalesce in mid-air into her husband Leonard's face.
"Madam, look!" Qin Si exclaimed as his si pa twisted into a spiral. "Young Miss is playing with light and shadow magic again."
The crystal chandelier suddenly emitted a hum reminiscent of Leonard's sword, while flames in the magic fireplace abruptly turned blue.
Luna laughed and waved her arms like an oujie. In the scene composed of light spots depicting Leonard's last night, Leonard was kissing a red-haired woman's earlobe—exactly where he claimed he would be inspecting in the southern territory three days ago.
"This is impossible..." Aelia's emerald earrings clashed against the grooming table, shattering into three pieces resembling green meteors.
She recognized the golden sparrow brooch on her husband Leonard's cloak; it was something she had designed herself for their tenth wedding anniversary.
The illusion in the mirror continued to shift, the bulging abdomen of the Red-Haired Woman casting ambiguous shadows in the moonlight.
The sound of a wheelchair rolling over the black obsidian floor echoed down the corridor. "Mother, the defensive formation of the North Tower has suddenly failed." The rhythm of my brother's scepter thudded against the carpet. When he saw the floating illusion in the air, the Amethyst Staff Tip burst forth with dazzling lightning. "Father said last month he would reinforce the barrier in the Southern Region; turns out he was building a love nest."
Suddenly, a sharp sound of shattering glass came from the second floor, accompanied by my Second Brother's Ailya's Roar, carrying a magic shockwave: "He lied to me, saying my best friend was trapped in the eye of the storm, but he used all his magic on that woman!" The uncontrolled ice spikes pierced through the ceiling and blossomed at Aelia's feet like Bing Hua.
Luna seized the opportunity to release several Memory Fragments: communications with the Red-Haired Woman from Leonard's study room secret compartment, using family mithril to create a Longevity Lock for the Unborn Child.
She pretended to reach for a fluttering Light Spot, deliberately letting saliva stain the swaddling cloth to mask her dizziness from overusing reincarnation magic.
"The Third Young Master has gone berserk at the Training Ground!" The servants' exclamations drifted in from outside.
Aelia pushed open the intricately carved Colored Glazed Window and saw the Fire Phoenix summoned by her Third Son tearing at the Sky Dome barrier of the Magic Target Range. The boy tilted his head back and downed an entire bottle of recovery potion, his Lustrous Golden Pupils flickering with unprecedented rage. "That old man can't even control his lower half; how dare he lecture me about wasting my talent?"
Luna quietly mixed Healing Magic into her expulsion of Luna, sending those crystalline bubbles floating toward the Three Brothers, temporarily alleviating their magical backlash triggered by the shocking truth.
She heard Lucius's footsteps approaching from around the corner of the Emerald Corridor—this usually reserved illegitimate Third Young Master Lucius had a breathing frequency 0.3 seconds faster than usual at this moment.
"Qin Si, please invite the Twelve Elders for tea tomorrow." Aelia wiped away the illusion on her Dressing Mirror and melted down her broken Emerald Earrings into a new Serpent Hairpin. "Just say I want to discuss... matters regarding the guards for this summer's hunt."
"Should we inform Lord?"
"No need." She cradled Luna, who was radiating a Milk Fragrance; the baby’s neck marked with a Reincarnation Mark was slightly warm. "Since the barrier in the Southern Region is so important, let him guard it well."
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