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墨書 Inktalez
The atmosphere in Glory Castle was suffocatingly tense, thick like the clouds of an impending storm. Xiao Luna stood there, bathed in moonlight streaming through the window, her blue eyes unusually serious for a child of her age. The chaos surrounding her seemed to amplify the calm within her small frame.
She had pushed a stone, and now, the avalanche had begun. A heart-wrenching cry echoed from the Main Hall. It was Aurea, the mistress of Glory Castle, whose world had shattered like a fallen glass. Luna had meticulously planned this moment, exposing Leonard's betrayal. A misplaced letter here, an overheard whisper there—seemingly harmless details pieced together to unveil a tapestry of deceit.
The truth struck like a venomous snake, sinking its fangs deep into Aurea's heart. Luna could almost taste the bitterness in the air, the flavor of betrayal and heartbreak. She closed her eyes, envisioning Aurea's face. In the original story, she often saw that face twisted in pain, etched with the scars of shattered trust. Now, that pain felt palpable.
And Luna, the unlikely destroyer, felt a surge of… something. To be precise, it was not guilt. It resembled the cold satisfaction of a surgeon excising rotten flesh to save a patient. Another agonizing scream pierced the silence. Luna imagined Aurea clutching her chest as if the very air were crushing her lungs. Once sweet and precious memories now mocked her with false promises.
Those laughs, stolen kisses, whispered eternal vows—all poisoned by Leonard's treachery. Luna could almost feel the cold dread seeping into every stone of the castle. Downstairs came Leonard's deep Frost Wolf's Roar, like a cornered beast with no way out. His pleas and justifications were hollow and pitiful, met only with Aurea's icy silence.
Luna knew his words were as futile as trying to mend a shattered mirror. The damage was done; trust had irreparably fractured. He gambled everything for fleeting pleasure and lost it all. That arrogant fool deserved this fate.
Luna took a deep breath; the air was thick with the scent of impending rain. It was time to move to the next phase. Her small hands clenched tightly, revealing surprising strength. This was her story too. She would not allow it to unfold according to the same tragic script.
Luna left the window and quietly walked down the corridor toward her brother's room. He sat hunched over at the table, his face pale and haggard, flickering with a faint glow of Magic Backlash. He had always been the most powerful and promising Mage in the family. Now, injured by a cursed Spell, he had lost his former glory.
Luna approached stealthily, extending her small hand. She could feel the chaotic energy emanating from him, creating a discordant Resonance with her own growing Magical Power. It was time to address this issue.
Humming a silent tune, a melody only she could hear, she guided her magic. A warm Golden Radiance flowed from her Fingertip, enveloping her brother's weakened aura. The flickering backlash gradually extinguished, like embers on the verge of dying out. Her brother gasped, his eyes widening in surprise as he felt familiar Magical Power surging through his Blood Vessels. The long-dormant strength returned to his limbs.
He looked at Luna with a mix of awe and disbelief. "Luna..." he whispered hoarsely, "What... is happening?"
Luna merely smiled softly, a mysterious little smile. She knew he wouldn’t understand—at least not yet. But there was more to be done. Two more brothers needed saving, a castle to protect, and a future to rewrite.
A gentle knock interrupted their moment. It was Aurea's maid, Xi Sai, her face filled with worry. "The lady requests your presence, miss," she said in a low voice. "She says... she needs you."
Luna's smile vanished. A chill ran down her spine, an ominous premonition… something lurking beneath the surface. "Tell her I’ll be right there," she replied, though unease crept in; her voice remained steady.
But as she turned to follow Xi Sai, her gaze caught a flicker of movement in the shadows at the end of the corridor. A pair of eyes glimmered with an unnatural light, watching them from the darkness.
"Wait," Luna said softly, instinctively reaching for the small dagger hidden in her boot. "Who’s there?" The air in Glory Fortress felt thick enough to suffocate, as if someone had replaced oxygen with Maple Syrup.
Xiao Luna was only five years old, but the weight of the entire world—well, at least "the world within this book"—pressed down on her thin shoulders. She sat by the window, watching this drama unfold. To be honest, it felt somewhat like watching one of those particularly dramatic plays, except this one featured real tears and snot, and might soon include some shattered pottery.
Indeed, it was she who had lit the fuse; but goodness gracious, now the entire fortress had become a blazing fire of betrayal and righteous fury.
The voice of Aurea, that immense and trembling gasp, seemed to shake the very foundations of the place, reaching all the way to Luna's room.
She felt a pang of sadness for the girl.
But to be honest, Aurea was living in a self-deceptive illusion, completely unaware of Leonard's blatant double dealings.
Luna's carefully arranged "evidence"—a lost letter here, an overheard whisper there—was less about manipulation and more like a harsh kick to reality.
Of course, it was chaotic, but sometimes you had to break a few eggs, or in this case, hurt a few hearts, to make a decent omelet—or rather, to have a normally functioning family.
Luna bit her thumb, her bad habit she couldn't shake off.
She imagined Aurea downstairs, clinging to Leonard like someone grasping a lifeboat in a hurricane.
Poor deceived woman.
He was probably getting cozy with his mistress right now, whispering those sweet nothings that had been repeated dozens of times before.
Ugh, men.
Even magical men were trash.
Luna shivered.
She desperately needed a cookie.
Downstairs, Leonard's voice boomed like thunder, a pathetic mix of bravado and desperate pleading.
Luna rolled her eyes.
That guy was as shameless as a cockroach.
His pleas were as useless as a chocolate teapot in a volcano.
Seriously, did he think Aurea was that foolish?
Apparently so.
The scent of rain heavy with metallic notes wafted in through the open window.
Luna took a deep breath and straightened her small shoulders.
It was showtime.
Phase two.
She needed to rescue her two brothers from their respective magical dilemmas, steer the fortress away from impending doom, and rewrite the whole damned story.
No pressure, right?
She tiptoed to her eldest brother's room.
He sat hunched over at his desk, looking like a wilted flower, the faint glow of magic backlash clinging to him like an unpleasant cologne.
Poor guy.
He had once been the pride of the heavens, a magical prodigy, until that wretched curse turned him into a magical invalid.
It just wasn't fair.
Luna approached him cautiously and extended her small hand.
His magical aura was chaotic, like a broken radio signal.
It was time for a slight adjustment.
She hummed a strange, lyricless melody—somewhere between a lullaby and Gregorian chant—guiding the magic that had just begun to blossom within her.
The magic flowed from her fingertips like warm golden radiance, like liquid sunlight, enveloping her brother's flickering aura.
The backlash crackled and then extinguished, like a candle snuffed out.
Her brother gasped, his eyes wide as saucers.
He could feel real magic coursing through him again.
He looked at Luna, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Luna…?” he croaked, sounding like a frog with a sore throat.
“What… is going on?”
Luna simply grinned, mischief sparkling in her eyes.
Explaining was boring.
Besides, even if she told him she was the reincarnation of a super mage trapped in a toddler's body, he wouldn’t believe it.
But the celebration would have to wait.
There was work to be done.
A gentle knock interrupted them.
It was Qin Si, Aurea's maid, looking like a startled rabbit.
“Madam requests your presence, Young Mistress,” she said softly, her voice trembling.
“She… she needs you.”
Luna's smile vanished.
A chill spread down her spine.
Something felt off; it felt terrible.
A heavy and cold sense of foreboding surged in her heart.
“Tell her I’ll be right there,” she said, trying to sound calm and composed.
But as she turned to follow Qin Si, she caught sight of movement in the shadows at the end of the corridor.
Two eyes glinted like those of a predator, watching them from the darkness.
“Wait,” Luna said, instinctively reaching for the small dagger hidden in her boot.
Though small in stature, she was no fool.
“Who’s there?” Buckle up, everyone; we’re diving back into our little firecracker Luna’s chaotic world!
Goodness, where should I start with this chapter?
First off, the tense atmosphere in Glory Fortress?
It could be cut with a butter knife!
Luna truly deserves praise for her cleverness; she had stirred up a hornet's nest, and Aurea's pain seemed to seep right off the page.
I have to say, I absolutely love this play, but I also feel a bit sad for Aurea. No one should have to discover that their husband is cheating like she did with those bastards! But then again, karma has a way of catching up, right? And what about Leonard? Oh dear, your pitiful pleas are falling on deaf ears. You've really gotten yourself into trouble now; it's time to face the consequences. Honestly, he deserves it. Men, am I right?
But wait, let's talk about Luna's brothers! Our girl is dedicated to mending her broken family, and I fully support her. The eldest brother is moping around all day and has been cursed into disability? Luna has miraculous healing abilities; after all, this is a magical story, right? But then… bang! Plot twist! Xi Sai appears, looking worried, and Luna senses that something is off. And those eyes lurking in the shadows? Oh, it's terrifying! Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. Who is hiding in the dark, and what do they want with our precious Luna?
Overall, this chapter feels like a wild ride. There’s betrayal, heartbreak, magical healing, and plenty of suspense. I'm so tense that I'm biting Ailya's White Nails, eagerly wanting to know what happens next! Luna has a lot of challenges to face, but I believe she can rise to the occasion. Go for it, Luna!
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