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墨書 Inktalez
In a secluded corner of the Glorious Demon Fortress, several servants who usually bullied others and gossiped behind their backs were now trembling as they knelt on the ground.
Before them stood a delicate baby girl—Luna.
"Speak, who instructed you?" Luna's voice was tender yet carried an undeniable authority.
Her large, clear eyes sparkled with a sharpness that belied her age.
A shifty-eyed male servant was the first to crack, bowing his head and weeping as he begged for mercy. "Young Miss, spare us! It was... it was the maid beside Lord Leonard. She said that if we... if we spread some unfavorable rumors about the lady of the house, we could earn a handsome reward..."
"Yes, yes! Young Miss, we were just confused, blinded by greed!" another maid cried out in agreement, fearing that any delay would lead to terrible punishment.
Luna snorted coldly, her small face filled with disdain.
She had long known that Leonard was notorious for his affairs, and his mistresses certainly could not tolerate Aelia, the legitimate wife.
The underhanded schemes were simply too many to count.
"Hmph, a reward? It seems you are quite desperate for money," Luna said with a smirk that held a hint of mischief.
"Since that's the case, I'll give you a chance to make some big money."
Upon hearing this, the servants perked up instantly, forgetting their tears as they raised their heads in eager anticipation, looking at Luna with wide eyes.
"Go and tell everyone everything about Leonard and that maid," Luna said slowly, each word dripping with amusement.
"Remember, embellish the story as much as you can; the more vivid, the better. Once this is done, I will reward you with ten times their bounty!"
The servants were stunned. They never expected that this Young Miss would ask them to do such a thing.
This... this was simply adding fuel to the fire!
But then they thought, offending Leonard would only result in a beating and being thrown out of Magic Castle.
However, if they offended this Young Miss, they might not even know how they would die.
Moreover, there was the promise of ten times the bounty!
Weighing the pros and cons, they unhesitatingly chose to side with Luna.
"Young Miss, rest assured! We guarantee to complete the task!"
Watching the servants rush off like they had been granted a reprieve, Luna nodded in satisfaction.
Hmph, thinking of harming her family?
Then they shouldn't blame her for being ruthless!
Meanwhile, in Aelia's room, the atmosphere was stifling.
Luna placed a letter and several photographs in front of Aelia.
The letter was written by Leonard to Mistress, filled with affectionate words that were utterly nauseating.
The photo was an intimate shot of Leonard and the Mistress together, a sight too painful to bear.
Aelia trembled as she picked up the letter, reading it word by word, her face growing increasingly pale.
Her hands shook uncontrollably, as if she were holding a block of ice weighing a thousand pounds.
"No... it can't be... this is impossible..." Aelia murmured, tears streaming down her face.
She had always believed that she and Leonard were truly in love, a match made in heaven.
She had always thought their marriage was unbreakable, eternal and unchanging.
But now, all her beautiful fantasies had been ruthlessly shattered.
Her husband, the man she loved deeply, had betrayed her!
"Madam..." Qin Si looked at Aelia with pain in his eyes, wanting to comfort her but unsure of what to say.
"I... I want to see him! I need to ask him!" Aelia suddenly stood up, staggering toward the door.
Her gaze was hollow, as if she had lost her soul.
Leonard was sitting in his study, leisurely sipping red wine.
He had no awareness that a storm was about to break.
Suddenly, the door was flung open, and Aelia stormed in, filled with rage.
“Leonard! You better explain yourself!” Aelia slammed the letter and photo down in front of Leonard, her voice sharp and trembling.
Leonard jumped in surprise, nearly dropping his glass on the floor.
He picked up the letter and photo, his face turning pale in an instant.
“Aelia, please let me explain…” Leonard tried to defend himself, but his voice sounded so weak.
“Explain? What is there to explain?” Aelia's emotions completely unraveled as she pointed a finger at Leonard, shouting at the top of her lungs.
“After all these years of giving so much for you, is this how you repay me? You bastard! Scum!”
Leonard was utterly panicked.
“Aelia, I…”
“Get out! I don’t want to see you again!” Aelia screamed hysterically, smashing everything in the study to pieces.
Leonard fled the study in disarray.
Meanwhile, in another part of the Glorious Demon Fortress.
The elder brother's room was filled with laughter and joy.
Ever since Luna helped him lift the curse of Magic Backlash, his magical power had been recovering at an astonishing rate.
Not only that, but he had also grasped some new magical techniques, making him even stronger than before.
"Brother, your strength now must have surpassed mine, right?" Brother San looked at his elder brother with envy, a hint of admiration in his tone.
"Hahaha, I'm still far from it," the elder brother replied modestly, yet confidence radiated from his demeanor.
"But I will keep working hard to regain my peak state as soon as possible."
"By the way, what are your plans for the Magic Convention?"
"The Magic Convention?" The elder brother's eyes deepened with thought.
"This is a rare opportunity. I plan to go and see if I can find some breakthrough to overcome my limitations."
"I want to go too!" Brother San quickly raised his hand, fearing he might be left out.
"I also want to see what those so-called Magic Geniuses are really capable of."
"Alright, then we'll go together," the elder brother said with a smile and a nod.
"However, this Magic Convention might not be so peaceful."
In Second Brother's room, the atmosphere was somewhat heavy.
"Second Brother, are you still worried about what happened back then?" Luna asked softly as she looked at Second Brother.
Second Brother sighed and nodded.
"I can never forget the betrayal of a close friend that nearly led me into the Eternal Abyss."
“Second Brother, let the past be the past,” Luna said as she walked over to him and gently embraced him.
“Right now, what matters most is that our family is together.”
A warm current surged within Second Brother as he tightly held Luna, whispering, “Thank you, Luna. You have brought so much change to our family.”
“Second Brother, what are your plans for the Magic Convention?” Luna asked, looking up at him.
“I…” Second Brother hesitated before continuing.
“I want to see if I can find a way to resolve the Magic Dilemma within me.”
“Second Brother,” Luna said firmly.
“As long as our family works together, there’s no difficulty we can’t overcome.”
Second Brother nodded in agreement.
As night fell, the Glorious Demon Fortress was shrouded in darkness.
Aelia stood by the window, gazing at the pitch-black sky, filled with confusion and pain.
“Qin Si, prepare yourself. I need to meet someone…” Aelia's voice was low and hoarse, carrying a barely perceptible tremor.
Who was she going to find?
What was she planning to do?
Qin Si remained unaware.
But she knew that Aelia's heart was undergoing a tremendous transformation.
Meanwhile, Brother San stood in the training ground, gazing at the twinkling stars in the sky, filled with regret and unwillingness.
He realized that he had wasted his training due to the magical Talent Misguidance, and now he wondered if there was still a chance to catch up.
He clenched his fists tightly, determined to prove himself and make everyone see him in a new light.
He resolved to take action, but how should he begin? Where should he start?
The Training Ground bathed in moonlight cast long and ethereal shadows.
The cool night breeze carried the scent of damp earth and distant flowers, swirling past Glory Fortress, Third Son, and Selron.
He stood there, fists clenched, gazing up at the shimmering starry sky, each star seeming to mock him for squandering his potential.
He could almost feel the phantom sting of magic at his fingertips, a faint echo of the extraordinary talent that had once led him to complacency, now wasted on trivial pursuits.
Regret gnawed at his heart like unsweetened dark chocolate—sharp and bitter.
Selron took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh air, a symbolic purification.
He was tired of the mundane distractions.
He was tired of being the underperforming brother overshadowed by his older siblings.
The upcoming Magic Tournament is not just an event; it will be his Declaration.
He wants to show them, to show everyone, that he is not a fleeting moment.
He is a bonfire waiting to be ignited.
He turned and strode purposefully toward the library, his footsteps echoing in the stillness of the night.
He could almost feel the weight of the Ancient Grimoires he intended to study; that ancient knowledge would become his fuel.
Let others sleep.
He still had work to do.
Meanwhile, in Lady Aerya's luxurious chamber, the air was filled with the Cedar Fragrance of lavender, accompanied by the soft rustle of silk.
Aerya, with a weary elegance, was carefully folding a Ritual Robe, its deep Indigo Fabric shimmering in the gentle glow of a Magic Candle.
Beside her, her loyal maid Xisi was meticulously polishing a Silver Amulet, her movements precise and rhythmic.
“Do you think… do you think things will be the same as before, Xisi?” Aerya's voice was almost a whisper, fragile like the Wings of a butterfly.
The events of recent days had deeply affected her; her husband Leonard's betrayal had left a tremendous wound on her soul.
Xisi paused in her polishing and met Aerya's gaze in the flickering candlelight.
“The fortress has weathered many storms, my lady. It will endure this one as well.” There was a steady strength in her voice, a soothing balm for Aerya's shattered heart.
But beneath this power, Xisi felt an unsettling sense of foreboding, a vague premonition she could not articulate.
Something was… off.
“I hope you’re right,” Aerya sighed, a wisp of Lavender Scent escaping from her lips.
She picked up a jewel-encrusted Combing Mirror, its exquisite design shimmering under the light.
“This time, the Magic Tournament… feels… different. More… significant.”
Xisi nodded, her fingers gliding over the smooth surface of the amulet.
“Indeed, my lady. The air of change is already spreading.” Suddenly, the amulet in her hand grew cold, a Coldness seeping into her bones.
On the quieter side of the fortress, Lucius, the youngest sibling of Glory Fortress, paced restlessly in his room.
An invisible energy filled the air, a subtle buzzing that prickled his skin.
He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but an increasingly strong sense of unease enveloped him, a vague discomfort weighing heavily in his stomach.
He had been overseeing the final preparations for the Magic Tournament, ensuring every detail was flawless, yet an inexplicable anxiety gnawed at him, as if whispering that an unseen force was at play.
He stopped and gazed out the window; the moon hung like a silver coin in the pitch-black sky.
The fortress garden was usually a source of tranquility, but tonight it seemed shrouded in an unsettling silence.
A sudden wave of Coldness coursed down his spine involuntarily; this icy fear had nothing to do with the cool night breeze.
He rubbed his arms, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling.
He glanced back at the meticulously prepared supplies for the Magic Tournament: neatly stacked scrolls, glimmering Alchemical Potion Bottles, and polished Ritual Daggers.
Everything seemed orderly, yet the feeling of unease lingered, subtly resonating beneath the calm surface.
He turned and walked toward the door, suddenly struck by an impulse to check the fortress's Protective measures around the perimeter, wanting to assure himself that everything was truly as it appeared.
As he reached for the doorknob, a voice echoed down the corridor.
“Lucius? Are you still awake?” It was Selron, his face illuminated by the faint glow of a Magic Sphere.
He held a thick book in his arms, his brow furrowed in concentration.
“I need your help with something…”
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