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"I need your help with something..." Lucius's voice was low, carrying a hint of barely perceptible tremor.
Selron, the Second Young Master of the Glorious Demon Fortress, lifted his gaze from the Grimoire and focused on his brother's face.
He noticed the anxiety lurking in Lucius's eyes, and a shadow fell over his heart.
"What's wrong?"
"I... I just have this feeling that something bad is about to happen." Lucius rubbed his arms as if trying to dispel the inexplicable coldness. "It's like... like something is lurking in the darkness, watching us."
Selron closed the book and moved closer to Lucius, patting his thin shoulders.
"Don't think too much about it. The security measures for the Magic Tournament are thorough; nothing will happen." He knew Lucius had been on edge, stressing over the upcoming event, and perhaps it was just an illusion brought on by too much pressure.
Yet, Selron himself felt a vague unease.
Their elder brother Frederick was about to have the results of the Magic Trial announced, which would determine the future of the Glorious Demon Fortress and their family's honor.
Frederick had been disabled by a Magic Backlash years ago and had fallen into despair. Now that he had finally managed to pick himself up, if he were to fail this trial... Selron dared not think further.
The next morning, a tense atmosphere enveloped the dining hall of the Magic Castle.
Frederick struggled to maintain his composure as he elegantly sliced through the roast on his plate, though his hands holding the knife and fork trembled slightly.
"Brother, you don't need to worry too much," Selron attempted to break the silence. "You've prepared so thoroughly this time; you'll surely achieve good results."
Frederick forced a smile. "I've done my best; it's just... my opponents are quite strong this time."
"Hmph, what do those guys matter?" Third Brother Edgar scoffed dismissively. "With your magical prowess, they can't even hold a candle to you!"
Aelia looked at Frederick with concern, knowing he was under immense pressure.
At that moment, Luna, the infant girl who had crossed into the magical world, waved her chubby little hands and let out a peal of laughter, instantly diffusing the tension at the dining table.
"Luna is so adorable," Aelia said with a gentle smile. "She doesn't seem worried at all."
"Indeed," Edgar replied with a smile. "Xiao Luna is the joy of our family."
However, after the meal, a look of tension reemerged on Aelia's face.
She paced back and forth, occasionally glancing out the window as if waiting for some important news.
"Mother, try not to worry too much," Edgar comforted her. "Eldest brother will surely succeed."
"I know, I know..." Aelia took a deep breath. "It's just... I can't help but feel anxious."
"By the way, Mother," Edgar suddenly remembered something. "Luna seems to be afraid of the aura of Dark Magic. You should be careful and not let her near those things."
Aelia nodded, but her gaze fell on Frederick.
Frederick carried a faint trace of Dark Magic from the Magic Backlash, and Luna seemed instinctively reluctant to approach him.
This made Frederick feel a pang of disappointment.
Finally, the announcement came.
When the Messenger breathlessly declared that Frederick had won first place, the entire Magic Castle erupted in cheers.
Aelia excitedly embraced Frederick, tears streaming down her face.
She immediately rewarded the Messenger and all the servants, and the entire Magic Castle was enveloped in a festive atmosphere.
The reactions from other families varied.
Some were envious, some jealous, and others dismissive, but none could overshadow the brilliance added to the Glorious Demon Fortress.
Three days later, Frederick would participate in the Advanced Magic Certification, marking another milestone in his magical career.
As night deepened, Frederick lay in bed, unable to sleep.
Scenes from the Magic Trial flashed through his mind, along with the upcoming Advanced Magic Certification.
Suddenly, he felt something unusual.
He opened his eyes to see a furry creature approaching him.
In the faint moonlight streaming through the window, he recognized it as Luna's favorite Magical Pet—a Snow White Beast radiating a Red Glow.
The Little Beast jumped onto Frederick's chest and nuzzled his face with its tiny nose.
Frederick was startled and sat up abruptly.
"Luna?" He saw the Infant Girl standing by the bed, holding a small magical lamp and wearing a mischievous smile.
It turned out that Luna had secretly brought the Little Beast in to play with Frederick.
Frederick looked at Luna's innocent smile, and all his tension and anxiety instantly vanished.
"Luna..." He reached out and gently patted her little head. "You really are a Little Rascal."
The room was filled with laughter and joy. "Luna! You..." Brother San's voice came from the doorway, tinged with a hint of reproach.
Edgar hurried in, his sleepy face showing clear exasperation.
"Luna, it's so late! Why are you still causing a ruckus? We have the magic certification tomorrow; don't disturb your brother's rest!"
Luna laughed merrily, clutching her snow-white Little Beast tightly, as if it were the most precious treasure in the world.
The Little Beast responded with a clear "Jiu Jiu" sound, echoing in the quiet night.
The soft glow of the magical lamp illuminated Luna's face, highlighting her innocent big eyes that sparkled with mischief.
Aelia then walked in, gently cradling Luna in her arms.
"Alright, Edgar, don’t scare Luna. She just wants to play with her brother for a little while." She smiled at Frederick, her eyes brimming with affection. "Look how much Luna likes you."
As Frederick watched this warm scene unfold before him, the ice in his heart seemed to melt away in an instant.
He reached out and gently scratched the Little Beast under its chin, causing it to close its eyes contentedly.
He could feel the soft fur of the Little Beast and the faint scent of Milk Fragrance emanating from Luna.
He knew that Luna didn’t mind the dark magic aura surrounding him; she was simply showing her care and encouragement in her own way.
"Alright, Luna, it's time for us to go," Aelia said, kissing Luna's little face. "Let your brother get some good rest."
Luna nodded obediently, reluctantly gazing at Frederick.
Just as Aelia was about to leave with Luna in her arms, Frederick suddenly spoke up, "Mother, wait."
He walked over to Luna and gently hugged her.
"Thank you, Luna." His voice was deep and gentle, filled with gratitude.
Luna seemed to understand his words, laughing softly as she reached out her small hand to pat Frederick's cheek.
Edgar watched the scene before him, feeling a significant amount of his worries dissipate.
He knew that with Luna around, his brother would surely become stronger.
After Aelia and Edgar took Luna away, Frederick lay back down on the bed.
He stroked his chest, where he could still feel the warmth of Luna and the Little Beast.
Closing his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his lips.
"I wonder what Lucius is up to this time..." Aunt Cessy's voice drifted faintly from a distance.
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