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墨書 Inktalez
"The seal... has been broken..." Luna's voice was ethereal and elusive, as if it transcended the boundaries of time and space, echoing in the still air.
In her golden eyes, Leonard's terrified face was reflected, and the mysterious smile at the corner of her mouth stirred an uncontrollable coldness within him.
"It’s been a long time... my... dear brother..."
The words "dear brother" sounded to Leonard like a whisper from a demon, sending a shiver down his spine.
He could not comprehend how a newborn girl could utter such profound words.
As the golden light gradually faded, Luna slowly descended back to the ground. She tilted her head, looking at her older brother with innocent eyes, who stood nearby, tormented by the effects of Magic Backlash.
She reached out her chubby little hand and gently stroked her brother's injured leg. A warm and powerful energy surged from her palm into his body.
"Don't be afraid, brother. Luna will help you." Her voice was soft yet carried a convincing strength.
The once dim light in her brother's eyes began to brighten.
He felt that warm energy repairing the meridians damaged by Magic Backlash, and the pain that had clung to him like a curse was gradually fading away.
Is this... really happening?
He could hardly believe his own sensations.
Under Luna's continuous magical power, his atrophied leg began to regain feeling, and the withered muscles started to come back to life.
He tentatively wiggled his fingers, then tremblingly stood up.
"I... I can walk!" His voice quivered with disbelief and excitement.
He looked at Luna, this tiny infant who could truly lift the Magic Backlash Curse that had plagued him for years!
Luna laughed joyfully, clapping her little hands as she said, "Go for it, brother! Luna believes in you!"
Eldest Brother took a deep breath, feeling the surging power within him, and nodded firmly at Luna.
A few days later, the Glorious Demon Fortress welcomed its annual Magic Tournament.
In previous years, this event had been a stage for the offspring of other families to shine, while the Glorious Demon Fortress could only remain in the shadows.
But this year, everything was different.
Eldest Brother's figure appeared on the competition stage.
His tall stature and confident gaze drew everyone's attention.
No one expected that the person who had once been crippled by a Magic Backlash would stand up again to participate in this competition symbolizing Family Glory.
"Isn't he supposed to be disabled?"
"Could it be that the Glorious Demon Fortress is about to rise?"
Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Eldest Brother's performance far exceeded everyone's expectations.
It was as if he had transformed into a different person, every movement radiating powerful Magical Power.
Whether in speed, strength, or technique, he showcased astonishing talent and prowess.
In the first match, he defeated his opponent with overwhelming superiority.
In the second match, he executed a brilliant spell that sent his opponent crashing out of the Arena.
In the third match...
Eldest Brother advanced through each round with unstoppable momentum, ultimately claiming victory in all three matches and becoming the biggest dark horse of this year's Magic Tournament!
The entire Glorious Demon Fortress was in an uproar!
Cheers and shouts echoed through the skies.
Everyone was overjoyed by the victory of the elder brother, thrilled to see the family's glory restored.
Aelia was so moved that tears filled her eyes.
At that moment, Luna was sitting in Aelia's arms, laughing joyfully.
She looked at her elder brother, surrounded by the crowd, and exclaimed, "Luna is amazing!" She said proudly, as if all of this were her doing alone.
Aelia smiled and kissed Luna's little face, her heart brimming with gratitude.
She knew that Luna was not only her daughter but also the hope of the Glorious Demon Fortress.
However, while everyone was immersed in the joyous atmosphere, a sense of unease lingered in Aelia's heart.
Luna's words from that night echoed in her ears: "It's been a long time... my... dear brother..."
She couldn't shake the feeling that there was something hidden behind those words, a secret that should not be revealed.
Prompted by Luna's hint, Aelia began to secretly investigate Leonard.
She enlisted Qin Si's help to gather various information about Leonard.
Although Qin Si had narrowly escaped death, her loyalty to Leonard remained unwavering.
She devoted herself to serving Aelia diligently while also secretly assisting Aelia in her investigation of Leonard.
As the investigation deepened, more and more evidence came to light.
Aelia discovered that Leonard not only had a concubine outside but was also secretly colluding with other families, attempting to seize the assets of the Glorious Demon Fortress.
“How dare he betray me!” Aelia seethed with anger, unable to tolerate Leonard's treachery.
She resolved to expose Leonard's true nature and make him pay the price he deserved.
On a dark and stormy night, Aelia summoned Leonard to the inner chamber.
She sat in the main seat, her expression icy as she watched Leonard walk in.
“Do you know your crimes?” Aelia's voice was as cold as ice.
Leonard was intimidated by Aelia's imposing presence, and he spoke hesitantly, “My lady, what do you mean by this?”
Aelia let out a cold laugh and threw a stack of evidence in front of Leonard.
“Take a look for yourself!”
Leonard picked up the evidence, his face turning pale instantly.
He never expected that all his actions had been uncovered by Aelia.
“My lady, please let me explain…” Leonard attempted to defend himself, but Aelia gave him no chance.
“Explain? What is there to explain? You have betrayed me, betrayed the family; your actions are unforgivable!” Aelia declared with fury.
“Do you think I don’t know about that wretched woman you’ve been keeping outside? And about your secret transfer of family assets? Did you really think I knew nothing?”
Leonard was completely panicked. He fell to his knees and pleaded desperately, “My lady, I was wrong. I truly realize my mistakes. Please forgive me this once!”
Aelia looked at Leonard's ugly face, filled with disgust and disappointment.
She said coldly, "It's too late! From the moment you betrayed me, you lost your chance!"
"Seize Leonard and throw him into the dungeon!" Aelia commanded, and several guards rushed in to restrain Leonard.
"Aelia, you can't do this to me! I am your husband, the Lord of the Glorious Demon Fortress!" Leonard shouted, struggling wildly.
Aelia gazed at him coldly. "From today onward, you are no longer the Lord of the Glorious Demon Fortress!"
Leonard was dragged away, leaving Aelia and Qin Si alone in the inner chamber.
Aelia wearily leaned back in her chair, her heart filled with anger and determination.
"Madam, what should we do next?" Qin Si asked cautiously.
Aelia took a deep breath and slowly replied, "Next, we must completely eradicate Leonard's influence and take control of the Glorious Demon Fortress into our own hands!"
Just then, a voice suddenly came from the doorway. "Mother, Father... he..."
It was Lucius.
He stood at the entrance, his face pale and his gaze complex as he looked at Aelia.
Aelia felt a wave of guilt wash over her as she looked at her son.
She knew that this incident had a profound impact on Lucius.
"Lucius, I..." Aelia began to say something, but Lucius interrupted her.
"Mother, I want to know if you already knew about Second Brother's situation?" Lucius's voice was low but filled with accusation.
The atmosphere in the hall crackled with tension, thick and heavy, like a summer storm brewing on the horizon.
The news of Leonard's betrayal hung in the air like a Poison Dart, piercing the heart of what once seemed an unassailable fortress.
Once whispered speculations now buzzed freely, echoing off the arched ceiling, each word a spark that could ignite the volatile powder keg at any moment.
The Second Son's face was a tapestry of disbelief and suppressed rage as he stood rigidly, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
The news of Father’s betrayal struck him like a heavy blow, deeper than any blade could cut.
He replayed in his mind the events that had led him into the Magic Dilemma, each memory now tinged with the bitter taste of deception.
His so-called friend, the one he had entrusted with his life, who had led him down the path of magical destruction—was this all part of Father’s meticulous scheme?
The thought burned in his mind, a brand of shame and fury.
He could feel the blood roaring in his ears, a rhythmic drumbeat accompanying the rise of his anger.
The Third Son, usually carefree and indifferent, now stood in his brother's shadow, his former bravado replaced by an unusual calm.
He listened to the whispers, accusations, and condemnations, feeling the heavy burden of wasted potential pressing down on his shoulders.
He had allowed his early Magical Talent to become a crutch, a convenient excuse to coast through life without ever pushing himself or striving for true mastery.
Now, witnessing the strength and determination radiating from his once-disabled brother ignited a spark within him.
Yes, there was a spark of shame, but also something more significant—ambition.
His eyes, usually devoid of emotion, now blazed with newfound fire as he resolved to embrace the discipline he had long avoided.
He saw the respect and admiration people held for his brother and felt a deep yearning for that same recognition within himself.
He would no longer be that prodigal son who squandered his talents.
He was determined to rise.
He had to rise.
The youngest, Lucius, stood beside his brothers, his face pale, his eyes filled with an emerging fear.
Father's downfall had shattered the foundation of his world.
The man he once idolized, a symbol of strength and authority, crumbled before him, revealing the essence of corruption and deceit.
The whispers around him pierced his conscience like needles.
He recalled his arrogance, the casual cruelty towards those he deemed inferior, and his blind trust in Father’s absolute correctness.
Shame washed over him like a heat wave, intense and suffocating.
He could feel the servants' gazes upon him; once filled with respect, they now held a hint of pity, perhaps even disdain.
The burden of family disgrace weighed heavily upon him, oppressive and inescapable.
He staggered back a step, reaching out to grasp the wall, searching for a support that no longer existed.
The servants moved through the hall like ghosts, their whispers filling the void left by Leonard's absence.
Fear and uncertainty hung in the air, mingling with the scents of beeswax and ancient stone.
Some wore stern expressions, while others appeared pale with shock. Yet in many eyes, a flicker of hope could be seen—a spark ignited by the miraculous recovery of the eldest son and the betrayal of their master.
They had endured Leonard's iron-fisted rule for too long; his tyranny masked by the facade of nobility.
Now, the mask has been torn away, and a new era seems to be dawning—an age filled with the hope of transformation, though no one can predict in what form this change will manifest.
The enormous fireplace in the hall, usually a source of warmth and comfort, now exudes a stifling heat that reflects the tense atmosphere pervading the room.
Flickering flames cast dancing shadows on the stone walls, creating a bizarre, almost surreal ambiance.
The images of the family’s ancestors, once symbols of lineage and pride, now seem to gaze down with judgmental eyes, silently witnessing the drama unfolding before them.
Outside, the howling wind shakes the latticework, echoing the turmoil within the house.
The sky is a deep azure purple, heavy with the promise of rain, complementing the storm brewing inside the castle.
Amidst the chaos, Luna, nestled in Aelia's arms, appears surprisingly unaffected.
Her golden eyes are bright and alert as she calmly observes the scene before her, evoking a sense of unease.
She watches each family member's reaction with a subtle smile playing at her lips.
Reaching out her chubby little hand, she pats Aelia's arm—a gesture of comfort that seems remarkably mature for one so young.
Then her gaze shifts to a dark corner of the room, which seems to grow even darker and colder, as if an unexpected chill has descended upon it.
Her lips move slightly as she utters an almost inaudible whisper, drowned out by the murmurs of the crowd but clearly directed at that shadowy corner.
“It’s time,” she murmurs, her voice reminiscent of dry leaves rustling in a graveyard.
Then she turns her head to look at Aelia, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she says, “Mommy, I have a surprise for you…”
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