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墨書 Inktalez
Lucius ran back to the Magic Castle in one breath, his heart pounding as if it were about to leap out of his chest.
He found a secluded garden where the soil was rich and the sunlight abundant. Carefully, he dug a hole and buried the Celestial Seed, then reverently poured over it the muddy water that had soaked the seed.
After completing this task, he let out a long sigh, as if he had shed an enormous burden. He looked up at the sky and murmured, “Luna, wait for me.”
Meanwhile, within the main fortress of the Glorious Demon Fortress, a storm was brewing. Luna's large, grape-like eyes darted around as her little mind calculated the next steps of her plan. She knew that with just a few words, Aelia would not easily believe Leonard's betrayal. She needed solid evidence—something that would strike true.
“Mommy, mommy,” Luna called in her baby voice, tugging at Aelia's hand and shaking it. “There’s a pretty box in Daddy's study; I want to see it.”
Aelia, already troubled, felt a twinge of impatience at Luna's insistence. “Sweetheart, there are important documents in Daddy's study; little kids shouldn’t mess with them.”
Luna blinked her big eyes, her small face full of grievance. “But I really want to see it…” She deliberately elongated her words, pouting her lips as if she were about to cry.
Aelia couldn’t bear to see Luna cry; her heart softened immediately. “Alright, alright, Mommy will take you to see it, but you mustn’t touch anything.”
Luna beamed with joy and pulled Aelia towards the study.
She seemingly casually led Aelia to a hidden room in the study and pointed at an inconspicuous wooden box. “It’s that one, Mommy!”
Aelia opened the box to find several letters and some small trinkets inside. The tiny inscriptions on the envelopes were delicate and clearly written by a woman’s hand.
A chill ran down Aelia’s spine as an ominous premonition washed over her. Trembling, she opened one of the letters, and its contents struck her like a bolt from the blue.
In the letter, a woman affectionately referred to Leonard as “dear,” with every word dripping with love and longing. The letter also mentioned their child and Leonard’s promises to them.
Aelia felt darkness closing in around her; breathing became difficult. She couldn’t believe that the husband she loved so deeply had betrayed her and fathered an illegitimate child!
Luna quietly watched as Leonard returned to the Magic Castle and saw Aelia sitting in the hall with a pale face, holding those letters in her hands.
His heart sank; he knew that his secret had been exposed.
“Aelia, let me explain…” Leonard tried to defend himself.
“Explain? What is there to explain!” Aelia suddenly threw the letters at his face, her voice sharp. “These letters—what do you have to say for yourself?”
Leonard, filled with anger and embarrassment, exclaimed, "It's just a game; why take it so seriously?"
This statement completely infuriated Aelia. The love and trust she had harbored for Leonard over the years evaporated in that moment. She stood up, her gaze icy. "Leonard, we'll see about that!"
Meanwhile, in his elder brother's room, a powerful Magical Fluctuation was spreading. Ever since Luna helped him lift the curse of Magic Backlash, his magical prowess had surged forward dramatically. He felt the surging magic within him, clenched his fists, and silently vowed to protect his family, ensuring they would never suffer harm again.
In the room of the Second Brother, he was deep in thought over a Magic Circle Diagram. Since Luna had revealed the method to break free from his friend's deception, he had finally found hope for escaping his predicament. He was ecstatic and filled with anticipation for the future. He resolved to train harder in magic and enhance his abilities so that he would no longer be at the mercy of others.
In Brother San's room, he was admiring his own reflection in the mirror. He had always believed he possessed exceptional Magical Talent but had neglected diligent practice. The book Luna had given him lay quietly on the table, untouched.
"Brother San, are you there?" A voice from outside interrupted Brother San's contemplation. He walked to the door and opened it, slightly taken aback upon seeing the visitor. "What brings you here?"
The visitor was none other than Luna. Her angelic face radiated an innocent charm that made it difficult to discern her inner wisdom.
"Brother San," she said in a voice as clear as Yin Ling's, "I thought you might need some company. Perhaps... you'd like some Honey Cake?" She presented a small plate piled high with golden pastries, their sweet aroma wafting through the air.
The scent of honey and cinnamon stirred something deep within this usually self-satisfied young man. It had been a long time since he felt such... motivation.
He stepped aside to let Luna enter. "Come in," he said, his voice surprisingly hoarse.
Luna settled into a soft armchair, a ray of sunlight catching the dust particles swirling around her, enveloping her in an ethereal glow.
In that moment, he suddenly became acutely aware of how extraordinary she was. Everything had changed since her arrival.
He glanced at the book she had given him; its leather cover had softened under his restless fingers as they repeatedly traced the embossed title: Beginner's Basic Magic.
He scoffed inwardly at such a simple title.
He was starting from the basics? That Prodigy?
Yet the subtle heaviness in his stomach and the emptiness that years of idleness had brought him spoke of another truth. He picked up the book, its weight oddly comforting. He casually flipped open a page, and in the quiet room, the thin Parchment made a soft rustling sound.
As Luna chattered on about a new type of Magic Herb she had discovered in the garden, he found himself truly absorbing the Iris within the book. When he deciphered a particularly complex passage about Element Manipulation, a strange thrill coursed through him. This sensation was invigorating, like a spark igniting a long-dormant flame.
Suddenly, he felt a wave of shame wash over him, an Awareness of how much time he had wasted in front of the mirror instead of honing his skills. He looked at Luna; her eyes sparkled with genuine interest as she described the vibrant colors of the herb's petals. A surge of gratitude filled him, warmth spreading through his chest. He wanted to do something—anything—to prove to her and to himself that he was not worthless.
Meanwhile, Qin Si's usually composed face was filled with righteous indignation as she strode through the echoing corridors of the estate. Her high heels clicked sharply against the Marble Floor, each sound firm and resolute. She had just meticulously handled Lady Ilaria's affairs, ensuring every detail was accounted for like a barrier against the chaos threatening their world.
She gritted her teeth; the damning Letter from Leonard's Last Night was deeply Brand into her mind. Betrayal. Lord Leonard's audacity. Utter disrespect. It ignited her fury.
She recalled the days before the Rumors began, before the furtive glances and whispers among the servants took hold. Lady Ilaria had been radiant and full of life, her laughter echoing through the halls. She would not tolerate such things. She would not let that light be extinguished.
Qin Si paused at Ilaria's door, her hand hovering over the ornate doorknob. She could hear Luna's muffled voice inside, a sound that pierced her heart like a rusty knife. Taking a deep breath, she steeled her resolve. She pushed open the door, its hinges creaking mournfully.
She walked toward the weeping figure, her presence silently promising support, a quiet strength amidst the storm.
“Madam,” she said softly yet firmly, “we will get through this.”
Lucius hid among the fragrant blooms of the rose garden, both fascinated and unsettled as he watched the dramatic scene unfold.
The events of this day had shaken the very foundations of his world.
The truth of his father's betrayal had come to light, his mother's pain was palpable, and the sudden shift in family dynamics left him reeling, as if he were walking through a dream.
At the center of it all was Luna.
This seemingly innocent little girl had unintentionally sparked these events.
He remembered the urgency in her eyes when she handed him the fairy seed, along with her mysterious warning about the impending danger.
He touched the pocket that once held the now-empty vial; the smooth glass felt cool against his skin, reminding him of the weight of her words.
He gazed at the manor, its imposing silhouette casting long shadows over the garden.
A wave of unease washed over him.
He sensed that something else was about to happen; he could feel it in the air, like the tense silence before an approaching storm.
He glanced at the spot where he had buried the seed; a small sprout had broken through the rich soil.
With a tremor of anticipation, he wondered what other secrets Luna might be hiding and what other miracles she could bring to their world.
Suddenly, a piercing scream erupted from the manor, shattering the silence.
Lucius froze, his breath caught in his throat.
He recognized that voice immediately.
It was his mother.
He ran toward the manor, his heart pounding in his chest.
As he reached the grand entrance, he saw the door swing open violently, revealing a figure illuminated by flickering candlelight within.
It was Luna, her face pale and drawn, her eyes filled with terror that sent chills down Lucius's back.
“He... he's gone,” she whispered, her voice nearly drowned out by the rising wind.
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