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Qin Si's face turned pale, his lips trembling as he finally managed to utter a few words, "Madam... she wants to publicly announce... her divorce from Lord!"
Luna's heart jolted, but her expression remained calm.
The moment had finally arrived. She grasped Qin Si's icy hand and said in a steady tone, "Take me to the hall."
In the hall, the atmosphere was so tense it felt like it could drip with water.
Family members whispered among themselves, each face marked with shock and unease.
Luna's small figure appeared at the doorway, and everyone instinctively ceased their discussions, their gazes turning toward her in unison.
Ignoring the probing looks, she walked straight toward Aelia.
Aelia's complexion was pale, her eyes vacant, resembling a statue that had lost its soul.
Luna gently took her hand, a warm current flowing from her small palm, slightly awakening Aelia's muddled awareness.
She looked down at Luna.
"Mom, it's okay," Luna's voice was clear and firm, like a soothing balm. "Everything will be alright."
Luna turned to look at her older brother, who was sitting in a wheelchair. She approached him and pulled out a small stone from her pocket that emitted a faint glow.
"Brother, this is a fragment of the Starfall Stone; it can lift the Magic Backlash Curse on you."
Her brother trembled as he took the stone, a warm energy instantly coursing through his body.
He felt the cold, tormenting presence that had plagued him for years dissipating, replaced by an unprecedented sense of ease and comfort.
He suddenly stood up, incredulously moving his Twin Legs, his eyes filled with surprise and gratitude.
"I... I can stand up!" he exclaimed excitedly, his voice tinged with emotion.
He tightly embraced Luna, tears glistening in his eyes.
"Luna, thank you! Thank you!"
Luna gently patted his back, a smile of relief gracing her lips.
The news of his recovery spread quickly throughout the Magic Castle, and family members rushed in, filling the hall with jubilant cheers.
Amidst the crowd's applause, he stepped onto the Training Ground.
He picked up the long-dusty staff, and a powerful surge of magic erupted from within him, creating a dazzling light in the air.
In the following days, he achieved three victories in the Magic Arena, and the Glorious Demon Fortress regained its honor due to his accomplishments. The family celebrated joyfully, rejoicing in the return of Family Glory.
Luna watched all of this unfold, her heart swelling with a sense of achievement.
However, just as the Glorious Demon Fortress basked in its joy, a greater storm was brewing.
Aelia, accompanied by Luna, finally gathered the courage to confront Leonard's betrayal.
Luna shared with Aelia the truth she had learned from the original book and all the evidence she had collected.
Aelia listened to Luna's account, her face growing increasingly pale, her body trembling slightly.
She couldn't believe that the husband she had loved for so many years had betrayed her and fathered a child with another woman.
The fantasy of their years of love shattered in an instant.
She sat on the ground in a daze, tears silently streaming down her face, her expression filled with shock and despair.
The hall was silent, only Aelia's suppressed sobs echoed in the air.
Luna quietly sat beside her, gently holding her, offering silent comfort.
She understood how painful and tormenting this moment was for Aelia.
Leonard, upon learning that Aelia was aware of his betrayal, felt a surge of panic, but he still forced himself to appear calm.
He walked into the hall and saw Aelia's haggard appearance; a flicker of guilt crossed his mind but was quickly suppressed.
"Aelia, let me explain..." he began, his voice trembling slightly.
Aelia slowly lifted her head, her gaze icy as she stared at him, as if looking at a stranger.
"Explain? What is there to explain?" Her voice was hoarse and weak, filled with despair and sorrow.
The atmosphere in the hall grew heavy once more, like a taut string that could snap at any moment.
Luna watched all of this unfold, her heart filled with worry.
She knew this was just the beginning; greater challenges lay ahead.
Suddenly, a flurry of urgent footsteps echoed from outside the hall, shattering the suffocating silence.
A servant rushed in, flustered and pale, panting as he said, "Second Young Master... Second Young Master..."
Luna's heart tightened, sensing that something terrible had happened.
She sprang to her feet and anxiously asked, "What happened to Second Brother?"
The servant took a deep breath, his voice trembling as he replied, "Second Young Master... he has returned..."
Luna exchanged a glance with Aelia, both seeing deep unease reflected in each other's eyes.
What did the sudden return of Second Brother signify?
What fate awaited the Glorious Demon Fortress?
The heavy oak door of the hall creaked open, revealing a figure shrouded in shadow.
Dust danced in the dim light, illuminating a face etched with weariness and despair.
It was the Second Son, back from his doomed journey.
He staggered forward, unsteady on his feet, his gaze vacant.
An unspoken tension hung thick in the air.
The scent of aged wood and the lingering aroma of spiced wine, which once brought comfort, now felt heavy and oppressive.
A profound silence enveloped the room, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Each tick painfully reminded him of the passage of time and the opportunities lost.
Memories surged into his mind like sharp shards of glass.
The so-called friend, the one he had entrusted with his life and shared magical secrets with, had betrayed him, luring him into a deadly trap.
He had been stripped of his magic and dignity, left to rot slowly in a dark, humid cell, the cold stone constantly reminding him of his foolishness.
The echoes of his tormentors still lingered in his dreams, their cruel laughter ringing in his ears.
He could still taste the metallic tang of blood in his mouth from biting his lips to suppress his cries.
The rough, scratchy fabric of the prison uniform seemed to cling to his skin, an illusion that refused to fade away.
He felt a small hand slip into his own.
Looking down, he saw Luna. Her bright eyes, which usually sparkled with mischief, were now filled with an unsettling empathy that seemed far beyond her years.
A faint lavender scent wafted from her, her favorite fragrance, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the oppressive atmosphere.
“It’s okay, brother,” she said softly, her voice surprisingly firm. “You’re home now.”
Her touch was small yet powerful, a calming force.
Her words were simple yet profound, cutting through the fog of despair that surrounded him.
A spark of warmth and defiance ignited within his heart.
He held her hand tightly, his grip surprisingly strong.
He could feel the calluses on her palm, a testament to her resilience and unwavering spirit.
He straightened his thin shoulders, his gaze becoming resolute.
He would not be defeated.
He would rise from the ashes, stronger, wiser, and more determined than ever before.
Meanwhile, the Third Son stood to the side, silently observing.
He watched his brother, a mix of jealousy and shame swirling within him.
He had always envied his brother's magical abilities, but now, seeing him unyielding despite being brought low, a different emotion surged within him.
Regret.
He had squandered his own talents, blinded by arrogance and misled by a misplaced sense of superiority.
He once believed that innate talent was enough and that effort was unnecessary.
Now he was aware of his own foolishness.
He could feel the disapproving gazes of his family; their silent judgment weighed heavier than any words.
He clenched his fists, a new determination strengthening his will.
He was determined to reclaim the potential he had lost.
He wanted to prove to himself and his family that he was worthy of their respect.
Qin Si lingered beside Alia, her heart aching for her mistress.
Alia's face was pale, her eyes swollen.
The betrayal she had suffered was a deep, festering wound.
In the silence of the hall, unspoken sorrow hung in the air, broken only by Alia's occasional trembling breaths.
Qin Si could feel the coldness radiating from Alia, the despairing chill of the Demon Binding Shackles tightly binding her.
The familiar scent of Jasmine Perfume that once brought comfort now seemed tinged with a bittersweet sadness.
Qin Si gently draped a Peacock Blue Shawl over Alia's shoulders, her touch soft and hesitant.
She longed to say something comforting, but what could she say to heal a broken heart?
All she could offer was loyalty and unwavering devotion.
She would stand by Alia's side, like a silent sentinel, steadfast in this storm as her loyal companion.
Lucius, the youngest among the siblings, looked at Luna with newfound respect.
Her petite figure concealed a strength and wisdom that was both surprising and inspiring.
He had always seen her as a mischievous child, but now he regarded her as a beacon of hope, a guiding light leading their family out of darkness.
He watched her every move with wide, admiring eyes.
He believed in her, trusting that she could navigate them through this crisis.
He felt a surge of excitement, filled with anticipation for the future.
He was ready to follow her, to support her in any way he could.
The atmosphere in the hall shifted, infused with a strange mix of despair, determination, and a fragile yet burgeoning hope.
The flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows on the walls, outlining grotesque shapes that seemed to mock their plight.
The heavy oak doors swung open once more, revealing a Messenger whose face bore an expression of urgency.
He approached Alia and bowed deeply.
“Madam,” he began, his voice trembling, “there is a letter… from the council…” He handed her a sealed scroll, its wax seal ominously glinting in the wavering candlelight.
Alia reached for the scroll, her hand shaking.
The silence in the hall deepened; everyone held their breath, all eyes fixed on the unopened letter.
The Destiny of Glory Fortress Manor hung by a thread.
“This…” Alia began, her voice barely above a whisper, her eyes filled with a mix of fear and defiance. “This changes everything.”
Sunlight streamed through the Colored Glass, casting a kaleidoscope of patterns on the worn stone Ground of the Ancestral Hall.
Dust danced in the beams of light, blissfully unaware of the tense atmosphere that enveloped the air.
Three-year-old Xiao Luna, dressed in a vibrant green dress, sat on her older brother's lap like a little angel doll. Her small hands rested on the delicate, glowing Red Glow Magic Runes on the Wheelchair.
Her forehead, smooth like a pebble, furrowed slightly in concentration.
“Strange wavy lines,” she said, her voice as clear as Yin Ling's, miraculously breaking the suffocating silence.
“They're making big brother's legs go to sleep.”
Her older brother, whose once-bright eyes now dulled with a hint of pain, managed to force a weak smile.
He gently ruffled her hair, an action filled with endless love and despair.
He knew that the Magical Paralysis caused by a failed Ancient Spell could very well be permanent.
But Luna, this innocent child, could not fathom the meaning of “permanent.”
She vividly recalled a forgotten passage from a dusty Original Storybook—a silly song about awakening sleeping magic sung by Xiao Shi.
She began to hum, which to others sounded like childish babble.
Yet the runes on the Wheelchair began to glow, emitting a soft and ethereal light that pulsed rhythmically with her melody.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent sunroom, the air was thick with the scent of betrayal.
Aelia, Lady of the Glory Fortress, stood tall, her face a mask of suppressed anger.
She clutched a letter tightly in her hand, the elegant tiny inscriptions starkly contrasting with the venomous words contained within.
Her husband, Leonard, the lord of the fortress, not only had a mistress but also concealed a "secret family."
How shameless!
How audacious!
Her loyal maid, Qin Si, stood nearby, anxiously wringing her hands.
"My lady," she said softly, her voice choked with emotion, "what do you plan to do?"
Aelia took a deep breath. "What to do?" she echoed, a dangerous edge creeping into her tone.
"I will take action."
The entire fortress seemed to hold its breath.
The news quietly spread among the servants, racing like wildfire.
The already precarious balance of power now faced the threat of collapse.
Several younger sons felt the shift in the atmosphere; Second Brother was trapped in a Magic Dilemma set by a treacherous friend, while Brother San squandered his potential. They all sensed that things were changing.
Even the young Lucius, though completely unaware of the true nature of the farce unfolding before him, sensed the unsettling Zhen Chan in the air.
Upon returning to the Ancestral Hall, the runes on his brother's wheelchair shone with a brilliance so intense it was nearly blinding.
He inhaled sharply, feeling a tingling sensation in his Twin Legs, a feeling he had not experienced in many years.
Luna's small face flushed red from exertion as she laughed, and then quickly fell asleep on his legs.
Ancient and Powerful Magic was awakened.
Not only the runes on the wheelchair but the entire fortress's magic was stirred.
Xiao Luna, this little "whirlwind," unintentionally stirred up Dust, triggering a series of events destined to change the Destiny of Glory Fortress.
From the betrayed mistress to hopeful Brothers, everyone turned their gaze toward this sleeping child, their eyes filled with awe and concern.
What would this Little Miracle creator do next?
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