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The silver hair that Luna held suddenly transformed into Xing Xu and dissipated.
Forty miles away, at the Magic Castle Clock Tower, the Bronze hammer grazed the ninth gear, causing the Bing Ling that had condensed on the Forbidden Chamber's Window Lattice to fall in a flurry.
Aelia's Marriage Contract Bracelet exploded the third Sapphire, sending shards flying past Maid Qin Si's trembling fingertip.
This usually composed maid was now fixated on the Crystal Mirror—earlier, while she was combing her mistress's hair, the mirror had clearly reflected Blood-red Runes formed by Luna's magic emerging from a swaddled infant.
"The West Side Rose Garden... every Third Day..." Qin Si mechanically repeated the contents of the runes as Shu Chi severed a strand of Aelia's white hair.
As she hurriedly knelt down, she caught sight of strange patterns seeping from the dark green velvet on her mistress's embroidery frame—those were precisely the embroidered designs of the Lord's cloak lining.
Luna's Loud Cry within the Blood Sacrifice array penetrated the Spatial Barrier, causing the Enamel Yanzhi box on Aelia's Grooming platform to suddenly pop open.
Qin Si watched in horror as Zhu Hong powder coalesced in mid-air into the shape of an infant's palm, making a tearing motion towards the Lord's Study.
The butterfly transformed from Yanzhi fluttered down onto the talisman Aelia had embroidered for her husband last night, staining the Silver Thread's loyal Curse a vivid crimson.
"Take me to the alley." Aelia suddenly snapped off the fourth Sapphire from her bracelet, and ice crystals melted in her palm into a water mirror.
When Leonard appeared in Leonard's Last Night, embracing a Blonde Woman, steam from the boiling mirror scorched the Twin Lotus pattern on the carpet.
At that moment, aged Blood Wine in the Magic Castle Cellar exploded, with deep red Wine Liquid seeping through stone crevices towards the altar.
Seizing the opportunity, Luna flung her Anklet inscribed with Blood Sacrifice Curse into the wine stain. The Short Fat Thief, who was reinforcing the barrier, suddenly realized in terror that his left hand’s Wedding Ring was melting into lead.
"You should verify with the crystal ball in the Astrology Room..." Before Qin Si could finish her sentence, Aelia had already crashed through the long-sealed Astrology Platform.
Amidst the grinding sounds of Astrolabe gears meshing together, a Contract Scroll belonging to Ankeli in the Lord's Study automatically unfurled. The Parchment bore Leonard’s seal alongside that of a certain heiress from the Northland Chamber of Commerce, scorching Aelia’s moonstone that she had placed by her husband’s pillow last night.
When the seventh Sapphire shattered in the Outer Wall of the Magic Castle, the ivy suddenly rolled back completely.
As Leonard returned home on the Night Owl, he had just stepped into the courtyard when a rapidly growing Thorn snagged the embroidered cuff of his Twin Lotus sleeve—the very Birthday Gift that Aelia had sewn for him this year.
"Why does it smell like Marigold?" Aelia appeared like a ghost at the top of the spiral staircase, her fingertips stained with Dan Kou as she pinched a half-golden petal—a flower from the Southern Region that had never bloomed in the Magic Castle's garden.
Leonard's right hand, gripping the sword hilt, saw his veins bulge, while a new Tooth Mark on his left ear oozed eerie Gold Dust under the moonlight.
As he tilted his head to explain, he suddenly noticed that the Pearl Hairpin nestled in his wife's hair was slipping away—it was a Token of Love he had personally retrieved from a giant clam in the deep sea fifteen years ago. At that moment, each pearl reflected overlapping images of him with different women.
"Let me explain..." Lord stepped forward, his boot heel crushing the blood-colored Mycelium that had sprouted from the gap in the floor tiles.
These cursed things, which should have been growing around the altar, were now spreading wildly along the track Luna had crawled through during the day.
Aelia suddenly let out a light laugh, and her remaining wrist bracelet shot out an Ice Blue Beam, striking Leonard's Family Crest and leaving a web-like crack across it.
As Leonard hurried to cover the emblem, he failed to notice a particle shimmering with Marigold light quietly drifting toward his waist, where his Secret Silver Key never left his side.
Fragments of Leonard's Iris Crest fell to the ground, caught just before touching it by suddenly solidifying frost.
His right hand pressed against the sword hilt instantly bloomed into a Frost Flower, yet he still forced himself to maintain a heartbroken expression. "Those phantoms are merely a Divisive Spell cast by a Black Sorcerer..."
Aelia abruptly tore off her Pearl Hairpin, and twelve perfectly round beads floated into a Star Map formation.
The alluring figures struggling within each pearl suddenly materialized, filling the entire courtyard with illusions infused with different Cedar Fragrance—Southern Region Jasmine mixed with Northern Frontier cedar’s powdery scent clashed violently with the Marigold aroma emanating from Leonard's ear and Gold Dust.
"Can a Divisive Spell replicate Luna beneath your collarbone?" Aelia's fingertip traced across the water mirror, freezing Leonard's Last Night at the lips of a phantom woman.
The position of that Zhusha mole matched precisely with an image from Lord's Study featuring Ankeli.
The Crystal Mirror suddenly shattered, and the twenty-seven magical Defensive Formations emitted a sound like cracking turtle shells.
Luna's silver Anklet began to buzz, and the Blood Sacrifice Curse flowed through the gaps in the floor tiles toward the master bedroom.
She gazed at the Family Tree Diagram emerging from the ceiling, realizing that the golden branches representing Leonard were frantically consuming the blue veins belonging to Aelia.
An infant.
"At least Lucius..." The Lord attempted to use the Young Child as a shield, but his words were cut short by an Explosive Sound.
The Colored Glazed Window of the nursery on the third floor exploded, and the mechanical nightingale he had gifted to Third Young Master Lucius last year crashed through the Stained Glass, dropping half a blood-stained Amethyst Button from its abdomen—the very one that had gone missing last night.
Qin Si suddenly covered her throat where a Green Light necklace glowed; it was the Oath she had sworn as Personal Maid coming into effect.
She uncontrollably recited the Taboo: "Last year's Midsummer Festival, you said you would inspect the Eastern Salt Mine..." The maid's neck instantly bulged with Azure Purple Blood Vessels, yet Contract Power forced her to utter the latter half of her sentence: "but instead you were with a young lady from Emerald Bay and Northland Chamber of Commerce..."
Leonard swung his sword to sever Qin Si's Oath Chain, and the splattering magical sparks ignited Aelia's trailing Skirt.
Amidst the flames appeared dozens of blurred dates and locations—these were Leonard's true whereabouts over the past seven years, falsely claimed as business trips.
The Burning Silk Ashes automatically formed the Iris Flower Emblem of the Southern Trade Association, entangling with Aelia's maternal family's Emblem in midair.
Seizing the opportunity, Luna pressed her bloodied fingers against the wall, causing Ancient Stone Bricks to weep crimson tears.
The guardian spirit of the Magic Castle's First Generation Mistress awakened in the Blood Light, and the sword-wielding noblewoman depicted in the faded mural turned to point her Sword Tip at the current Lord.
In the Ancestral Hall, all Ancestors Portraits rolled back collectively, revealing on their backs a Betrayer's Punishment Curse drawn in virgin blood.
"You think these tricks can shake..." Leonard's Roar was interrupted by a suddenly reversing fountain.
The twelve statues representing Family Glory turned in unison, their Bronze Statues aligning perfectly as the Crystal symbols of virtue shifted direction. The one holding the scales brought the Weight down upon the Lord, while the one grasping the scroll unfurled the Parchment that recorded his sins.
Aelia's hair, adorned with pearls, suddenly transformed into Ice Spikes. She advanced step by step along the Ice Crystal Staircase formed by the frozen air. "Seven years ago, you proposed using my hair as a medium for the Marriage Contract. It was all to manipulate loyalty through Hair sorcery," she declared, breaking off the last three Sapphires from her bracelet. All doors and windows of the Magic Castle responded with an Emerging Ice Blue Spell.
Luna suddenly coughed violently, the backlash from her embroidered talisman emitting a blinding red light.
She saw dark energy surging from deep within Castle Leyline, seeping through cracks in the Defensive Formation. Those beastly spirits, suppressed for a century, sensed their master's wavering resolve and began to excitedly batter against the barrier from below.
The blood-stained Palm of an infant quietly pressed against its Heart, branding the Great Mage's Soul Mark onto the wall of Zhen Chan.
As the final shard of ice sealed off the Lord Leonard's Sword, a sound of shattering crystal echoed from the Southwest Tower.
The Prophecy Owl, kept in the Stargazing Tower, collectively broke free from their cages, clutching bloodied fragments of the Star Chart. They pieced together a foreboding celestial alignment beneath the Dome.
Aelia was about to reinforce the Defensive Formation when she discovered that the defense symbol in the Southeast Corner had been corroded by a thick golden liquid— remnants of Leonard's Golden Marigold Pollen.
The night wind suddenly swept in with swampy Poison Fog, and for the first time in seventeen years, the border alarm bells rang out from the top of the Library of Hidden Books.
Luna gazed at the startled flock of Night Owls outside her window, a bitter smile creeping onto her face in an unnoticed corner. Her attempt to reverse Fate's Gear had indeed stirred some dormant entities within the Original.
The infant curled its bloodstained fingers, inscribing the last trace of a protective spell into the base of its Crystal Cradle. Meanwhile, at the distant horizon, a wisp of fog carrying a scent of sulfur began to creep over the moonlit fence of the Rose Garden.
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