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Luna's cries were sharp and mournful, slicing through the tranquility of the night like a small knife.
Within those cries were mingled fear, unease, and an indescribable pain.
Aelia held her tightly, gently patting her back, yet she could not soothe the torrent of emotions.
“Luna, don’t be afraid, Mother is here, don’t be afraid…” Aelia’s voice trembled; she could feel Luna’s body shivering slightly, her small hands clutching at Aelia's clothing as if grasping onto the last thread of hope.
At that moment, urgent footsteps approached, and Qin Si appeared at the doorway, her face etched with worry. Seeing Luna in Aelia's arms, she hurried forward. “Madam, what happened to Young Miss? Is she unwell?”
Aelia shook her head, her eyes reddening. “I don’t know either; she just started crying like this all of a sudden. No matter how I try to comfort her, it doesn’t help.”
Qin Si carefully took Luna from Aelia’s arms, gently rocking her while humming a soft lullaby.
Perhaps it was Qin Si's embrace that brought her comfort, or perhaps it was the familiar lullaby that worked its magic; Luna’s cries gradually softened, though she still trembled in small sobs.
Meanwhile, the entire Glorious Demon Fortress was enveloped in a festive yet tense atmosphere.
Tomorrow marked the wedding day of Third Young Master Lucius; the entire Magic Castle was bustling with preparations.
Red silk adorned every corner, and the air was filled with the aroma of food mixed with a hint of cedar fragrance and the faint scent of sulfur from magical fireworks.
Yet beneath this celebratory atmosphere lay a thread of unease.
Everyone knew that Lord Leonard had been acting strangely lately, especially today when he dared to lay hands on Madam!
Although no one knew exactly what had happened, everyone felt that the Magic Castle seemed to be shrouded in a shadow.
"Ah, I hope everything goes smoothly tomorrow," a servant sighed as he polished the Silverware in hand.
"Yes, Third Young Master Lucius is a good person. I hope he finds happiness," another servant agreed.
While everyone was busy, a few low coughs came from the elder brother's room.
"Elder Brother, are you alright?" Second Brother asked with concern.
The elder brother waved his hand, his face slightly pale. "I'm fine; it's just an old ailment. The Magic Backlash injury acts up occasionally."
Second Brother frowned. The elder brother had sustained a disability at a young age to protect them, and this always made him feel guilty.
"Tomorrow is Lucius's wedding day. You need to rest well; you'll have to enjoy the celebration," Brother San chimed in, his tone tinged with envy.
The elder brother smiled.
To ease his pain, Second Brother began recounting amusing stories from his youth in the Magic Dilemma.
"Speaking of which, back in the day, I tried many methods to break through my bottleneck. Once, I locked myself in the Alchemical Chamber for seven days and nights without food or water, and nearly starved myself to death."
"Hahaha..." The elder brother and Brother San were amused by Second Brother's tale, and laughter filled the room, temporarily dispelling the uneasy atmosphere.
Brother San watched the busy crowd, filled with frustration.
“If only I hadn’t been blinded by that damned talent back then and had focused on solid training instead, I could be of more help now,” he sighed, regret heavy in his voice.
“Enough of that. It’s never too late to start working hard,” his elder brother encouraged, patting Brother San on his thin shoulders.
Throughout the Magic Castle, everyone was preparing for Lucius's wedding in their own way.
They were both excited for the joyous occasion and worried about the threat of Dark Magic. The complex emotions intertwined, making the night feel exceptionally long.
Finally, the sun slowly rose, dispelling the shadows that hung over the Magic Castle.
The Auspicious Time had arrived, and the wedding procession set off in grand style.
Leading the way was Lucius, dressed in a red ceremonial outfit, riding a White Steed. His handsome face bore a hint of nervousness and anticipation.
Behind him followed a group of Mages, holding flowers and ribbons, scattering them into the sky and attracting the attention of countless onlookers.
“Look! It’s the wedding procession from Glorious Demon Fortress!”
“Third Young Master Lucius is truly handsome; he and the bride are a perfect match!”
“I heard the bride is a beautiful Mage; they really are a couple made in heaven!”
The common people were bustling with discussion, their faces filled with envy and blessings.
To celebrate Lucius's wedding, the Magic Castle had specially prepared Magic Fireworks. As the bridal procession set off, colorful fireworks burst in the sky, painting it in brilliant hues.
The bride's family was already enveloped in a festive atmosphere.
The bride's parents sat in the living room, wearing smiles of contentment.
"My daughter, once you marry, make sure to take good care of yourself. If you ever feel wronged, just tell your father and mother, alright?" Mother said, holding her daughter's hand with earnest concern.
"Don't worry, Father, Mother. Lucius is a good man; he will treat me well," the bride nestled against Mother's embrace.
"We certainly trust Lucius, but... sigh, things have been unsettled at Magic Castle lately. You must be extra cautious," Father sighed.
Just then, a commotion erupted outside—the bridal procession had arrived.
Lucius entered the bride's home with his entourage, instantly drawing gasps of admiration.
"Wow, Third Young Master Lucius is so handsome!"
"The bride is truly fortunate!"
"I wonder which lucky guy will benefit from her..." A young Little Witch gazed at Lucius's handsome face, filled with jealousy.
Lucius knelt before the bride, looking deeply into her eyes as he said, "My dear, I swear that I will love you with all my life, protect you, and never let you come to harm."
His voice was firm yet gentle, filled with sincere emotion that moved everyone present.
The bride's expression reflected the warmth and tenderness in the room, where every guest was filled with blessings and anticipation for the newlyweds.
The wedding proceeded smoothly, enveloped in joy and harmony.
However, during the evening banquet, Leonard stepped onto the stage with a glass in hand. He cleared his throat, a disingenuous smile plastered on his face.
"Dear guests, today is my son Lucius's joyous day. On behalf of the Glorious Demon Fortress, I thank you all for being here..."
Aelia sat in the audience, watching her husband speak confidently on stage. She wore a polite smile, but it did not reach her eyes.
Turning to her side, she glanced at Luna, who was curiously watching the stage with wide, innocent eyes.
Aelia gently stroked Luna's soft hair, her heart filled with questions.
Leonard, what exactly are you trying to do?
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