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Qin Si moved quickly, and before long, he carefully carried Lucius inside.
Lucius was in a deep sleep, his face bearing a sickly pallor, and his brows slightly furrowed, as if he felt discomfort even in his dreams.
He wore a silk nightgown embroidered with exquisite Magic Runes, but unfortunately, these runes seemed to have lost their brilliance on him.
Luna's gaze immediately fell upon Lucius.
Her large, watery eyes were filled with intense focus at that moment.
To others, she appeared to be just a curious child watching her sleeping brother.
But in reality, Luna was using her extraordinary Luna Gathered All Her Mental Power to meticulously sense the Magical Fluctuation around Lucius.
An unusual aura immediately caught her attention.
It was a cold, dark presence that coiled around Lucius like a venomous snake, gradually eroding his body and spirit.
Luna's small brows furrowed instantly.
Dark Magic?
How could this be possible?
Her Brother San, Lucius, was notoriously known as a magic failure in the Original.
The reason he spent his days idling away and indulging in pleasures was that his Magical Talent was simply too poor; no matter how hard he tried, he could make no progress.
But now, she was sensing the presence of Dark Magic on Lucius?
This was simply too strange!
Moreover, in addition to the aura of Dark Magic, Luna sensed a faint hint of Resentment.
The Resentment was so weak that it was almost imperceptible, but how powerful was Luna's mental focus?
She clearly captured the presence of that trace of Resentment.
Where did this Resentment come from?
Luna was filled with confusion.
She increasingly felt that her Brother San was not as simple as he appeared on the surface.
"Luna, what are you looking at?" Aelia noticed Luna's expression and asked softly.
Luna did not answer; she simply pointed at Lucius, then at her own head, tilting it in a way that conveyed her bewilderment.
Although Aelia felt sorry for Lucius, she couldn't help but smile at Luna's adorable demeanor.
"Alright, Little One, stop looking. Brother San is just sick; he'll be fine." She said gently, then turned to Qin Si. "Qin Si, quickly go fetch the Magic Physician."
Qin Si immediately acknowledged and turned to leave.
Before long, she returned with an elderly man dressed in a white Magic Robe.
The old man had white hair and a kind face, holding a gem-studded staff in his hand, exuding an air of ethereal wisdom.
"Madam," the old man respectfully bowed to Aelia and then asked, "How is the Third Young Master?"
"Physician, please take a look at him!" Aelia said anxiously, her tone filled with pleading. "Lucius has been acting strangely lately, and I'm worried something might happen to him."
"Rest assured, Madam; I will do my utmost," the Magic Physician nodded and approached the bedside to carefully examine Lucius.
He first carefully observed Lucius's complexion and breathing, then reached out to feel his forehead, assessing his temperature.
"Madam, please forgive my boldness," the Magic Physician turned to Aelia and said, "Before I begin my examination, I need to understand the details regarding the Third Young Master."
"Please speak, Physician. I will share everything I know," Aelia replied promptly.
"Thank you, Madam," the Magic Physician smiled slightly and continued, "However, before we start, I have an unusual request."
"Please go ahead, Physician."
"I hope that everything that occurs today remains a secret," the Magic Physician's expression turned serious. "The Third Young Master's condition is of great importance. If it were to leak out, it could lead to unnecessary trouble."
Upon hearing this, Aelia's expression also grew grave.
"Rest assured, Physician. I understand," she nodded and said earnestly. "I will not disclose anything that happens here today to anyone."
"Thank you for your trust, Madam." The Magic Physician finally showed a hint of satisfaction in his smile.
He turned his gaze back to Lucius on the bed, his eyes sharpening.
"Madam, may I ask how the Third Young Master's recent progress in magical studies has been?" he inquired.
"Well..." Aelia's face showed a hint of embarrassment. "Lucius's talent is not very good, so..."
"So the Third Young Master's progress in magical studies is not ideal, is it?" the Magic Physician completed her thought.
Aelia nodded and sighed. "Yes, this child has never liked practicing since he was young; he just wants to play all day. I've advised him many times, but he simply doesn't listen."
"Well, we can't blame the Third Young Master for that," Qin Si interjected from the side. "His talent really isn't great; no matter how hard he tries, he can't compare to others. Over time, he just lost heart."
The Magic Physician remained silent, merely listening attentively.
“How has the Third Young Master been lately?” he continued to ask.
“Well…” Aelia hesitated before replying, “Lucius has been feeling fatigued and his spirits are quite low. Moreover, he seems to be losing interest in magic. He used to practice even if reluctantly, but now he won’t even touch his wand.”
“Also, I’ve noticed that Lucius’s reactions have become sluggish,” Aelia added. “Sometimes when I talk to him, it’s as if he doesn’t hear me at all. Even when I raise my voice, it takes him a while to respond.”
“Oh?” The Magic Physician furrowed his brow. “Could you provide an example, Madam?”
“For instance, I asked him to use a simple spell, like the Fire Spell. He knows how to do it, but he just can’t manage to cast it successfully,” Aelia explained. “Even when he manages to cast it, the power is much weaker than before.”
The Magic Physician nodded in understanding.
He took a deep breath and then extended his hand, gently placing it on Lucius’s forehead.
A soft white light emanated from his hand, enveloping Lucius’s entire body.
This was a very gentle Healing Magic used to examine and repair bodily injuries.
Aelia and Qin Si watched the Magic Physician anxiously, afraid of missing any details.
Luna also leaned over the bedside, her large eyes fixed intently on Lucius.
She could sense that the Magic Physician's Healing Magic was having no effect at all.
The dark aura of Dark Magic still stubbornly clung to Lucius, showing no signs of dissipating.
Time passed slowly.
Beads of sweat began to form on the Magic Physician’s forehead.
His expression grew increasingly grave.
Suddenly, he abruptly withdrew his hand, his face pale and breathing heavily.
"Physician, how is it?" Aelia quickly asked, her tone filled with concern.
"This..." The Magic Physician wiped the sweat from his forehead, a perplexed expression crossing his face. "Forgive my incompetence; I truly cannot discern what illness has afflicted the Third Young Master."
"What?!" Aelia's face changed dramatically upon hearing this. "Are you saying you don't know what's wrong with Lucius?"
"I have practiced medicine for many years and have seen much, but I have never encountered a case like that of the Third Young Master," the Magic Physician shook his head and sighed. "There is nothing physically wrong with him. His Magic Circuit is functioning normally. Yet for some reason, he cannot use magic properly."
"What... what could this possibly mean?" Aelia was completely panicked. She turned to Qin Si and asked, "Qin Si, didn't you say you sent someone to summon other Magic Physicians? When will they arrive?"
"I have sent someone to fetch them, but..." Qin Si hesitated before continuing, "The other Magic Physicians may not be as skilled as this one."
"Then... what should we do?" Aelia was utterly despondent.
Luna watched the anxious Aelia and then glanced at the unconscious Lucius, filled with confusion.
She couldn't shake the feeling that this situation was not as simple as it appeared.
Was her Brother San truly just a magical failure?
Why did she sense the presence of Dark Magic and Resentment around Lucius?
Could it be that Lucius had been hiding his true abilities all along?
Or had he encountered some special circumstance that rendered him unable to use magic normally?
The more Luna thought about it, the more uneasy she felt.
She decided that she needed to test Lucius herself.
She slowly crawled to the edge of the bed, carefully approaching Lucius.
Then, she stretched out her chubby little hand and gently patted Lucius's Luna.
Once, twice...
"Brother San, wake up..." Luna called softly with her tender voice, "Show me some magic..."
Luna's little hand was soft, carrying the unique Milk Fragrance of a baby.
Once, twice, she lightly tapped on Lucius's Pale Luna, like a feather brushing over the calm surface of a lake, creating a ripple.
"Brother San, wake up..." Luna's voice was sweet and clear, laced with a hint of deliberate coaxing, "Please show me some magic..."
The room was eerily quiet, with only Luna's soft Child's Voice echoing.
Aelia and Qin Si held their breath, nervously staring at Lucius on the bed as if waiting for a miracle to happen.
The Magic Physician, though at a loss, curiously observed to see what this Infant Girl could do.
Lucius's eyelids fluttered.
Then, he slowly opened his eyes.
What kind of eyes they were!
Hollow and dazed, like a stagnant pool of water, devoid of any vitality.
His gaze was unfocused, as if he didn't see Luna in front of him or the people around him at all.
Luna's heart tightened.
She could not feel Brother San's soul!
Something was off, very off!
An indescribable sense of eeriness instantly enveloped the entire room.
It felt as if the air had solidified and time had come to a standstill.
Luna did not back down. She knew she had to do something.
She concentrated, gathering all her mental power, and focused more intently on sensing the magical fluctuations within Lucius.
Soon, she discovered the source of the problem.
Within Lucius's once-pure magic circuit lurked a tainted, dark aura!
This aura coiled around his magic core like a venomous snake, continuously eroding his strength and spirit.
What shocked Luna even more was that beneath this dark aura, there was an extremely pure and powerful magic power hidden within Lucius!
This magic power was wrapped in the dark aura, unable to be released, like a pearl covered in dust, dull and lifeless.
Pure magic power and dark turbidity?
How could these two completely different forces coexist within a single person?
Luna had no time to ponder further.
She knew she had to purify the dark corruption within Lucius as soon as possible; otherwise, his magical talent might be completely stifled!
"Purify! I must purify!" Luna told herself.
A trace of determination emerged on her small face.
She took a deep breath and summoned the light Magic Power within her.
This Magic Power was pure, warm, and filled with the essence of life, a natural enemy to the dark forces.
Luna carefully placed her small hand on Lucius's chest and began to slowly channel the Purifying Magic Power into him.
As the Purifying Magic Power flowed in, Lucius's body began to tremble slightly.
He tightly shut his eyes, his brow furrowed, and a look of pain crossed his face.
The Dark Corruption seemed to sense the threat and started to resist fiercely.
It was like a furious beast rampaging within Lucius, trying to drive the Purifying Magic Power away.
Luna gritted her teeth, desperately controlling her Magic Power.
She knew she could not back down.
If she gave up, Lucius would likely be completely consumed by the dark forces!
Tendrils of black energy began to seep from Lucius's pores.
This dark mist carried a nauseating stench, twisting in the air like faces in agony.
"Ah..." Lucius suddenly let out a pained groan.
Immediately after, he began to cough violently.
"Wow..." A heart-wrenching cry erupted from his throat.
The cries were filled with despair, pain, and repression, as if he wanted to pour out all his grievances and anger.
Luna was startled by the sudden sound of crying.
She quickly withdrew her small hand and looked at Lucius in confusion, appearing at a loss.
"Wah! Wah! Wah!" Lucius continued to cry incessantly.
His tears fell like beads from a broken string, quickly soaking the pillow beneath him.
Suddenly, he grabbed Luna's small hand and held it tightly in his palm.
His grip was strong, causing Luna to wince in pain.
"Brother San... it hurts..." Luna pouted in grievance, rubbing her reddened hand with her other hand.
Aelia, seeing Lucius's reaction, was overwhelmed with emotion and tears filled her eyes.
"Lucius! You’re awake! You’ve finally woken up!" She rushed to the bedside and hugged Lucius tightly. "My son, do you know how worried your mother has been about you?"
She turned to look at Luna, a grateful smile on her face.
"Luna, thank you so much! If it weren't for you, Brother San wouldn't know when he would wake up!" she said gently. "It seems that the bond between siblings is truly deep!"
A deep bond between siblings?
Luna looked at the weeping Brother San and the contented Aelia, but her heart was filled with doubt.
Was everything really as simple as it seemed on the surface?
"Mother... I..." Lucius's voice was hoarse and weak, as if he had exhausted all his strength.
He wanted to say something, but the words lingered on the tip of his tongue, and he didn't know how to express them.
He simply held Luna's small hand tightly, as if it were the last lifeline he had.
“Lucius, what do you want to say? Please tell me!” Aelia asked anxiously.
Lucius opened his mouth, about to say something, when suddenly his expression changed, and his eyes grew vacant once more.
“I...” he murmured, his voice growing softer and more indistinct until it completely faded away.
He slowly closed his eyes, slipping back into a deep slumber.
“Lucius! Lucius!” Aelia shook Lucius's body desperately, but no matter how she called out, Lucius showed no response.
Luna watched her brother San fall asleep again, her heart filled with unease.
She couldn't shake the feeling that an invisible hand was manipulating everything around them.
And it seemed she had already been drawn into a vast conspiracy...
Qin Si observed the lady's anxious expression, hesitating to speak up, ultimately deciding against it.
“Madam, perhaps we should let the Third Young Master rest for a while,” Qin Si suggested softly, breaking the suffocating silence in the room.
Aelia seemed to snap back to reality and nodded. She carefully tucked Lucius in with the blanket.
“Alright, maybe he's just too tired,” she murmured, her voice heavy with exhaustion and resignation.
She turned to Luna and forced a strained smile onto her face.
“Luna, you must be tired too. Qin Si, please take Miss Luna to rest.”
Qin Si received the order, picked up Luna, and walked out of the room.
Luna turned back, casting a deep glance at Lucius on the bed.
Darkness was quietly spreading. And she had to uncover the truth as soon as possible!
"Madam, I will take care of the young lady. You should rest early," Qin Si said respectfully.
Aelia nodded, wearily waving her hand to signal Qin Si to leave.
Qin Si, holding Luna, slowly exited the room.
The room fell silent once more.
Aelia sat alone by the bedside, gazing at the unconscious Lucius.
"What on earth is happening? My Lucius, what has happened to you..."
She murmured to herself, her voice filled with despair.
Suddenly, it seemed she remembered something. She abruptly lifted her head and looked towards the door.
"Something's not right! This matter is definitely not that simple!"
She bit her lips tightly,
"I must uncover the truth! No matter the cost!"
She stood up and walked towards the door.
Where was she going? What was she going to do?
No one knew.
But it was certain that a storm was about to sweep across the Glorious Demon Fortress...
"Miss, look how round the moon is tonight," Qin Si said softly.
Luna did not respond; she simply looked up and gazed quietly at the bright moon in the sky.
The moonlight poured down like water, illuminating her clear eyes.
In her gaze burned the flames of Xiong Xiong.
"Qin Si, do you think... Brother San is really just sick?" Luna suddenly asked, her voice innocent yet serious.
Qin Si's footsteps faltered slightly, and her eyes flickered.
"Miss, what are you saying? The Third Young Master is certainly ill," she forced a smile and replied softly.
Luna remained silent, merely watching Qin Si intently.
Her gaze seemed to see through everything.
A sudden wave of inexplicable panic surged within Qin Si.
"Miss, why are you looking at me like that?" she stammered, her voice trembling slightly.
Luna did not answer; she simply smiled faintly.
"It's nothing," she said. "I just think... the moonlight tonight is truly beautiful..."
The Glorious Demon Fortress stood tall like a mountain, its Castle Spire piercing the clouds as if to break through the misty sky filled with Magic Elements.
But today, an unusual magic was brewing within the castle walls, subtle like a baby's whisper yet powerful like the roar of a dragon.
Xiao Luna was back, her chubby self with mischievous glints in her eyes.
Honestly, that child was like a troublemaking messenger pigeon—or perhaps, just perhaps, she was a beacon of hope?
For those who are reborn as Mages, who can say for certain?
It could be said that she wobbled back into this den of dragons and tigers after helping her older brother recover from a severe Magic Backlash.
Now, her attention shifted to Brother San, Lucius.
This boy possessed immense Magical Talent, which was both a blessing and a curse; he had grown complacent, allowing his potential to fester like an untreated wound.
Though Luna was young, she was exceptionally wise and had her own thoughts.
She didn’t believe it was merely due to laziness.
Something felt… off.
Like a subtle discordant note in a sweet melody.
She tried everything she could think of.
Whispering ancient Spells she shouldn’t have known (seriously, where did she learn these things?!), concocting a strange potion that smelled like burnt bread and Goblin feet (so disgusting!), and even poking him with a stick infused with Healing Magic (hey, what else could she do?).
But it was all in vain.
Lucius remained listless, his magic flickering like a candle about to go out.
Lady Arya had been closely observing, unable to resist being drawn in by Luna's peculiar healing methods.
Her own heart, scarred by the truth of her husband's betrayal, began to warm as she witnessed the little girl's unwavering determination.
Perhaps... perhaps this child, this whirlwind of chaos, was exactly what their fractured family needed.
Lord Leonard, the architect of the family's current predicament, lurked in the shadows.
He noticed Luna's return, that cold child... she was a disruptor.
She served as a living reminder of his own failures.
He couldn't articulate it, but he felt she was a threat.
And Leonard did not like threats.
He preferred to eliminate them...
But how could he dispose of a stumbling toddler without appearing to be a complete monster?
It was a troubling dilemma, a dark thought brewing beneath the carefully disguised facade of paternal care he had cultivated.
Meanwhile, Luna remained blissfully unaware of the suspicion and schemes surrounding her, busy concocting a potion for Lucius made from crushed Moonstone and Unicorn Tears (don’t ask her where she got it).
Of course, Lucius refused it.
“Ugh!” he spat, wrinkling his nose. “It tastes like disappointment and regret!”
Luna let out a sigh, which felt particularly heavy for such a small child.
"Alright," she mumbled, "then I'll just drink more myself." With that, she downed the potion in one go, exaggerating her reaction as she smacked her lips.
"Mm, delicious!"
Aerya chuckled softly and shook her head.
This child... she truly is a miracle.
Perhaps, just perhaps, she holds the key to unraveling the secrets that have plagued Lucius and their entire family.
It seems the game has begun.
And the most unlikely player, Xiao Luna, is about to take her next step.
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