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In the room, Qin Si's wailing, reminiscent of a tearful lament, gradually subsided, leaving behind a suffocating silence. The air seemed to thicken, pressing down on anyone within, making it hard to breathe.
Aelia stood at the doorway, her delicate features appearing particularly pale under the flickering light. She had originally felt a twinge of fatigue, wanting to return to her room for some rest, but unexpectedly, she had overheard this horrifying confession.
It was as if she had been struck by lightning; her body froze in place, unable to move. “Leonard... he won't spare anyone...” Qin Si's final whisper pierced Aelia's heart like a sharp knife.
He won't spare anyone? What does that mean? Leonard, my husband, the one who once promised to walk through life with me—how many secrets has he been hiding? Aelia's mind was a whirlpool of confusion.
She struggled to recall the moments spent with Leonard, hoping to find a hint of inconsistency, a trace of unusual silk threads. Yet memories flooded back like a tide, blurred and indistinct, leaving her unable to discern truth from illusion.
Suddenly, a thought flashed through her mind like lightning—Luna! The infant she had brought back from outside, the one who always gazed at her with clear eyes as if she could see through everything. Did she already know something?
Aelia took a deep breath, striving to calm the storm within her. She understood that now was not the time to break down; she needed to remain composed and uncover the truth. She turned and left the room, her steps somewhat unsteady.
She needed to find Luna; she needed an answer. Meanwhile, in another corner of Magic Castle, in a hidden room, Luna lay quietly in her cradle. A hint of maturity beyond her years graced her small face as if she were pondering something profound.
“Young Miss, do you really think the lady will believe it?” an aging voice echoed in the room, laced with concern.
Luna slightly opened her eyes and smiled faintly. “Don't worry, Cui Granny; the truth is like a seed—once planted, it will take root and grow. Lady Aelia is stronger than we imagine.”
“However, Young Miss, won’t this be too risky? What if Lord finds out…” Granny Cui’s voice was filled with concern.
“It won’t be,” Luna replied, her gaze becoming resolute. “Leonard is focused on other matters right now; he won’t notice us. And even if he does, I have my ways to handle it.”
Just then, the door to the room was gently pushed open, and Aelia walked in. Her eyes were complex and deep, as if hiding countless secrets.
“Luna…” she called softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Luna looked up, meeting Aelia’s gaze with her clear eyes. She knew that Aelia had begun to suspect something, and this was just the beginning.
Aelia approached the cradle and gently picked Luna up, holding her tightly in her arms. “Luna, tell me, what did you see?” Her voice was soft, almost as if afraid to disturb something.
Luna remained silent, gently stroking Aelia’s Luna with her small hand, her eyes filled with care and comfort.
Aelia gazed into Luna’s eyes, as if seeing hope and light. She knew that Luna was special; she could help her out of this predicament.
“Luna, can you help me?” she asked again, her voice tinged with a hint of pleading.
Luna nodded slightly and said in her tender voice, “Aelia Mama, I will protect you.”
Upon hearing Luna’s words, Aelia could no longer hold back her tears; they streamed down her face. She held Luna tightly as if embracing the entire world.
“Thank you, Luna, thank you…” she choked out.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Magic Castle, the atmosphere in the elder brother’s room was tense. He sat in his wheelchair, his face pale; his twin legs had lost all sensation and he could only rely on the wheelchair to move.
His eyes were filled with despair and pain, resembling a prisoner trapped in darkness. Ever since the Magic Backlash, he had been living in agony.
He had tried various methods to lift the curse and restore his twin legs, but all his efforts had failed. He had lost hope; he had given up.
However, Luna's appearance brought him a glimmer of hope. She told him that she had a way to lift the curse that bound him, allowing him to stand once more. At first, he didn't believe her. He thought Luna was merely trying to comfort him, not wanting him to continue suffering. But Luna did not give up.
Every day, she would come to see him, sharing stories about magic and teaching him some simple magical techniques. She also brought him precious magical potions for him to take. Gradually, he began to believe in Luna. He started to look forward to the day he could stand again.
Today, Luna was going to begin lifting the curse for him. He sat in his wheelchair, nervously watching her. His hands gripped the armrests tightly, his knuckles turning white. Luna stood before him, her gaze calm and resolute.
“Brother, relax, don’t be nervous,” she said softly.
He took a deep breath, trying hard to calm himself. Luna reached out her small hand and gently placed it on his forehead. A warm energy flowed from her hand, slowly infusing his body. He felt a warm current coursing through him, and his body began to tremble slightly.
He sensed his legs starting to feel numb, but then, gradually, he felt a flicker of sensation returning. His eyes widened in surprise.
“I... I can feel my legs!” he exclaimed excitedly.
Luna smiled faintly and continued to channel her energy into him. As time passed, his body trembled more violently. Suddenly, he opened his eyes wide and let out a pained groan.
His body convulsed violently, as if controlled by some powerful force.
"Brother!" Luna exclaimed, hastily increasing the output of her energy.
However, her brother's body became increasingly uncontrollable, his eyes filled with fear and despair.
"Luna... stop... I... I can't take it anymore..." he said with great difficulty.
Luna gritted her teeth and resolutely halted the energy output.
Her brother's body ceased its convulsions, slumping in the wheelchair, gasping for breath.
His complexion was pale as paper, as if he could die at any moment.
"Brother, are you okay?" Luna asked anxiously.
He shook his head slightly, a bitter smile appearing on his face.
"It's useless... my curse... cannot be lifted..." he said weakly.
Luna looked at her brother, her heart filled with guilt and self-blame.
But she would not give up.
She would continue to strive until she found a way to completely lift the curse.
"Brother, believe me, I won't give up. I will make you stand again!" she declared firmly.
Her brother looked at Luna, his eyes filled with gratitude.
"Thank you, Luna..." he whispered.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the Magic Castle, in Second Brother's room, the atmosphere was particularly oppressive.
Second Brother sat at his desk, surrounded by piles of various Ancient Grimoires.
His brow was furrowed, his gaze anxious and helpless.
He had been trapped in this Magic Dilemma for a long time, trying various methods to escape the predicament, but all efforts had failed.
He felt betrayed and deceived.
Just then, Luna walked in.
"Second Brother, what are you doing?" she asked softly.
Second Brother looked up at Luna, a bitter smile crossing his face.
“I am researching how to escape this predicament, but I have already failed many times,” he said helplessly.
Luna walked over to Second Brother and gently patted his thin shoulders. “Second Brother, don’t lose heart. I will help you,” she said softly.
Second Brother looked at Luna, doubt filling his eyes. “You can help me? You’re just a child…” he replied.
Luna smiled slightly, her gaze brimming with confidence. “Second Brother, don’t underestimate me. I’m quite capable,” she said playfully.
Second Brother gazed at Luna, and a flicker of hope surged within him. Perhaps this child really could help him escape his troubles.
“Alright, Luna.”
Luna nodded and began to explain her plan to Second Brother.
After hearing Luna’s plan, Second Brother’s eyes lit up. He found her ideas feasible; perhaps they could indeed help him out of his predicament.
“Okay, Luna, I’m willing to cooperate with you,” he said.
Luna smiled gently. “Second Brother, don’t worry. I will definitely help you out of this situation,” she declared firmly.
Meanwhile, in the training grounds of the Magic Castle, Brother San was sweating profusely as he practiced magic. His talent was exceptional; he had shown remarkable magical ability from a young age.
However, his talent had also become his downfall. He relied too heavily on his natural gifts and overlooked the importance of diligent practice.
He always believed that with his talent, he could easily surpass others. But reality had dealt him a harsh blow. His progress in Magic Water had stagnated while his peers continued to advance.
He began to feel anxious and panicked.
He didn't know what to do; he wasn't sure if he should continue practicing magic. Just then, Luna walked over.
"Brother San, what are you doing?" she asked softly.
Brother San stopped his practice and looked at Luna, a hint of an awkward smile on his face.
"I'm practicing magic, but I feel like I've hit a bottleneck. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to break through," he said.
Luna nodded, understanding the problem Brother San was facing.
"Brother San, you know? Talent alone isn't everything. Only through diligent practice can you truly unleash your potential," she said.
Brother San looked at Luna, feeling a wave of shame wash over him. He knew she was right; he had been too reliant on his talent and had neglected the importance of hard work.
"Luna, thank you. I know what I need to do now," he replied.
Luna smiled slightly, knowing that Brother San had understood her message.
"Brother San, keep it up," she encouraged him.
Brother San nodded and picked up his wand again, starting to practice earnestly. He decided to pull himself together and devote himself to his training; he wanted to prove his worth through his own efforts.
The atmosphere in the Magic Castle quietly began to change.
Later that night, in the study, Leonard looked at the documents on the table with a weary expression.
"Sir, it's getting late; you should rest soon," Qin Si said softly as she entered with a cup of tea.
Leonard took the cup and sipped it gently. "What about the lady? Has she gone to bed?"
"The lady..." Qin Si hesitated, her eyes flickering slightly.
"The lady said she wasn't feeling well and has already gone to rest."
Leonard frowned, feeling a twinge of unease in his heart.
"Is that so? I'll go check on her," he said as he stood up.
"Sir!" Qin Si suddenly called out to him, her voice trembling slightly.
“Master, there are some things I don’t know if I should say…”
Leonard stopped in his tracks, turning to look at Qin Si.
“Whatever it is, just say it.”
Qin Si took a deep breath, as if steeling herself.
“Master, the Madam… she might already know…”
“Know what?” Leonard’s expression darkened instantly.
Qin Si remained silent, simply handing him an envelope.
Leonard took the envelope, opened it, and his face turned ashen.
Inside were photographs depicting him with a strange woman.
“Who gave these to her?” he asked through clenched teeth.
Qin Si shook her head.
“I don’t know. These photos suddenly appeared in Madam's Room this morning.”
Leonard’s fists clenched tightly, his eyes filled with rage and killing intent.
“Well… very well…” he said with a cold laugh.
“It seems someone wants to sabotage my plans…”
He raised his head, looking at Qin Si with a chilling and terrifying gaze.
“Qin Si, you’ve been by my side for so many years; you should know what to do, right?”
Qin Si trembled slightly, lowering her head as she whispered, “I understand, Master…”
Leonard nodded in satisfaction, a strange smile creeping across his lips.
“Good, go now. Don’t let me down…”
Qin Si slowly backed out of the room, her body shaking more violently.
She turned around, casting a complex glance at Aelia’s room, murmuring softly, “Madam, I’m sorry…”
Then she turned and disappeared into the darkness.
All that remained was the tension and unease hanging in the air.
What kind of upheaval would the Glorious Demon Fortress face next? No one knew. The flickering candlelight danced on the stone walls, casting eerie shadows that seemed to writhe and whisper secrets. A coldness heavier than an autumn night enveloped Glory Fortress. Aurea held Luna tightly; the warmth of the infant provided a brief respite against the icy fear churning in her belly.
Luna was her adopted daughter, and those eyes held a wisdom far beyond her years—as if she could see through everything. Qin Si's confession echoed in Aurea's mind, each word like a hammer, shattering the fragile illusions of her marriage. Her husband, Leonard, her Leonard, had been unfaithful? The thought made her feel ill, a bitter taste rising in her throat.
She looked down at Luna, the baby's soft face pressed against her Lucius' thin shoulders. Had Luna always known? The seed of doubt planted by Qin Si had taken root and sprouted into a terrifying certainty. Luna sensed Aurea's pain and reached out with a small hand to pat Aurea's Luna; the gesture was innocent and comforting but also carried an unsettling air of... insight.
It was disquieting. "Aurea Mama," she said softly, her voice like a soothing balm, calming Aurea's chaotic thoughts. "Don't cry. Everything will be alright." "Alright"? How could it possibly be alright? Yet, looking into those eyes filled with astonishing wisdom, Aurea felt a flicker of... hope? It was illogical, utterly absurd, but it was indeed there.
In another part of the castle, the brothers were also battling their own demons. The eldest brother's Twin Legs had withered and grown weak; he felt a glimmer of hope extinguished by betrayal. Luna had promised to heal him and bring him back to the light. But what began as a hopeful healing ritual ended in agony. The magic not only failed to cure him but tormented him further, leaving him weaker and more shattered than before.
He leaned against his pillow, sweat covering his face, while phantom pains lingered in his limbs.
Is he a fool for believing a child's whimsical promise? Yet, a strange calm enveloped him. Luna's words, though ultimately unfulfilled, carried an undeniable sincerity.
Second Brother found himself trapped in a magical labyrinth set by a treacherous friend, pacing back and forth in his study, his mind filled with complex magical equations. Luna's plan, a bold bet involving a taboo spell and a dangerous alliance, sounded utterly insane. But did he have any other choice? He was sinking into despair, and Luna's crazy scheme was his only lifeline.
Meanwhile, the younger brother's once exceptional talent had turned into arrogance as he stood on the training ground, the wind howling around him. Luna's simple statement, "Talent is not everything," struck a chord within him. He felt a flicker of something long buried—a stubborn spark reignited. He raised his wand, determination blazing anew in his eyes. He would prove her right. He had to become the mage he was destined to be.
In the study, Leonard remained oblivious to the impending storm as he stared at the evidence photos, his face twisted in anger. Someone was playing a dangerous game. He glanced at Qin Si, who kept her head down, silence betraying her unspoken fear.
"You've served me well, Qin Si," he said, his voice gentle yet laced with menace. "Now don't let me down." A cold smile emerged at the corner of his mouth. He had plans in place for every betrayal. He intended to crush this rebellion before it even began.
But he underestimated the power of a whispered word, the subtle shift of loyalty, and the chain reaction sparked by a child's innocent gaze. Glory Fortress, built of stone and magic, was crumbling from within, eroded by secrets and lies. At the heart of it all was the seemingly harmless Baby Luna, orchestrating this chaos with wisdom beyond her years, like a silent puppeteer pulling at the dark purple threads of destiny. She knew that the game had only just begun.
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