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As the Blood Moonlight pierced through the clouds, the Ink-Colored Robe had already drifted to the Glorious Demon Fortress's East Tower.
Shou Ye's Magic Apprentices gripped their crystal balls tightly, their knuckles turning white. When that faceless figure turned towards them, a Blue Robed Youth suddenly hurled a torch at the shadow, shouting, "Get back to the River of the Dead!"
The torch froze mid-air like an Ice Sculpture before crashing down. The twelve apprentices felt their Spell catch in their throats.
They belatedly noticed that frost was forming on the hem of the Robe—each step Mo Yi Xie Sui took caused tiny mandrakes to bloom from the bluestone bricks, with baby-like specters curled within their Dark Red petals.
"Soul... return..."
An ethereal sigh stirred a Magic Ripple, causing the moonstone on Leonard's Sword to shatter one after another.
The oldest Red-Haired Girl suddenly clutched her throat as a black handprint emerged on her neck, continuously siphoning her life force. The instigator merely "gazed" in the direction of the Main Residence with a void-like face.
"Step aside."
The sound of a Wheelchair grinding over the frost jolted the frozen moment in time.
The eldest brother, Pale, traced his fingers through the air, weaving a Golden Star Trail into a magic circle atop his crippled Twin Legs.
Beneath his tattered Mage Robe, a backlash Curse Mark faintly glimmered, yet he still flicked seven Astrology Dice towards the Evil Spirit Mei Xin.
The black robe suddenly swelled like a dark sun; in that instant when the dice transformed into Powder, blood trickled from his mouth, staining his Family Crest.
He saw his thirteen-year-old self standing atop the Astrology Tower, where hope was still represented by Yin Hui entwined around his Fingertip rather than the cursed Gold Thread.
"Luna... take them..." As the Wheelchair toppled over with a crash, he whispered his Sister's childhood name to the night sky.
Frost crept up his eyelashes as Shan Na, and suddenly bursting from its swaddling was Yin Hui, tearing through the veil of darkness.
"Yi Ya!" Luna's Palm, gripping half of a silver chain, began to seep blood.
The Genesis Codex sealed deep within her soul burned against her retina. Through the hazy tears of an infant, she finally discerned the Dark Pattern embroidered on the hem of the Evil Spirit's robe—an invocation circle drawn in Wraith blood, with a missing gem, the Groove, perfectly matching the black Obsidian on Leonard's Ring of Authority.
A chilling wind lifted her swaddling cloth, adorned with the Guardian Spell, as the hollow face of the Evil Spirit split open in a crimson Gap. Luna suddenly pressed the silver chain against her Heart.
The instinct of the Former Great Mage broke through the limitations of her infant vocal cords. The Loud Cry she emitted carried with it a divine Curse, causing all mandalas within a ten-meter radius to wither away.
"Lady Aelia!"
As Qin Si's startled shout echoed from the Emerald Corridor, Mo Yi Xie Sui had already dissipated into black mist.
Luna quickly tucked the silver chain back into her swaddling cloth. At the moment when Lady of the Fortress pushed open the door, she feigned the even breathing of a sleeping baby.
She could feel Aelia's trembling Fingertip, stained with Violet Fragrance, touching her forehead. The Wedding Ring that made contact was now emanating a Dark Aura that resonated with that of the Evil Spirit.
From the East Tower, there came a sound of shattering porcelain as Second Brother's most treasured Astrolabe tumbled down the stairs.
As moonlight shifted towards the direction of Scorpio, within a closed room, a young man lay on the floor covered in a layer of Sealing Charm. His pale gray complexion revealed tightly clenched fists, one corner of which exposed a bloodstained Magic Letter. The faint traces of a Fire Seal were remnants of a dear friend's Family Crest.
Aelia's Fingertip lingered on Luna's Mei Xin for seven breaths, and suddenly, the Amethyst Wedding Ring burst forth with ethereal Blue Fire sparks.
The infant's eyelashes trembled imperceptibly—this was unmistakably "Heart-Peering Technique" from the realm of Black Witchcraft, entwined with the unique sandalwood scent of the Holy Blessing Spell.
"Madam!" Qin Si rushed into the Nursery, her skirt trailing behind her as she spilled strange arcs of Calming Tea from a Silver Plate. "The Second Young Master..." The maid had fragments of the shattered Astrolabe clinging to her collar, and her trembling Emerald Earrings traced frantic paths. "When we found him in the Astrology Room, he looked as if all his magic had been drained..."
Luna's breathing momentarily faltered.
Hidden within her swaddling cloth, her fingers formed an astrological seal. With a gust of night wind stirred by Aelia's turn, she entwined a strand of Yin Hui around the star sand on Qian Si Skirt.
The uniquely crafted "Suying Spell" surged through the fragile meridians of her infant body, and the image emerging on her retina—Leonard's Last Night—almost made her cry out loud.
Second Brother lay on the shattered Star Chart Device, a black handprint spreading across his neck, identical to that of the Red-Haired Apprentice.
But what terrified her more were the Blood-red Runes floating in the air—drawn with the ashes of her dear friend after the Magic Letter was burned, these "Soul Contracts" were now gnawing at his remaining magical power in his fingertips.
The Crystal Chandelier in the Nursery suddenly extinguished, and a chilling cry from a Night Owl echoed deep within the Magic Castle.
Luna felt a fine prickling sensation at the back of her neck; a Magical Fluctuation, surpassing even an infant's perception, was wandering through the corridor.
As Aelia's footsteps faded at the end of the Spiral Staircase, she bit her tongue hard, using the pain to awaken her gradually fading Awareness.
The silver chain seared a Scorch Mark into her Palm as Luna curled into a defensive posture that would be difficult to detect.
The Enamel Window of the Nursery opened silently, dark mist swirling with ice crystals seeping into the room. Just as she attempted to activate the Guardian Spell, Shan Na suddenly transformed into a palm-sized Black Cat that leaped onto the Cradle.
"Meow~"
The Hexagram spinning in the cat's eyes sent chills down Luna's spine.
This was clearly a Tracking Technique manifested by an Evil Spirit, yet it was mixed with the distinct scent of Brother San's Agave Potion from his laboratory.
The Black Cat extended its sharp claws and snagged her swaddling, taking the infant and leaping from the twenty-eight-meter-high window.
In that instant of weightlessness, Luna caught a whiff of decaying Mandala Flower.
Falling through the Track emerged countless Memory Fragments: Brother San's black Obsidian secretly buried in the Rose Garden last night, a Cursed Coin slipping from Lucius's cloak, and even the Soul Summoning Melody hummed by the Kitchen Maid while stirring thick soup.
Just before hitting the ground, the Black Cat transformed into mist and dissipated, while Luna rolled into the shadows of the Emerald Corridor on the West Side of the Main Residence.
She gazed at the star-shaped mark burned into her Palm and suddenly became aware that the entire Glorious Demon Fortress's barrier was allowing Evil Spirits to roam— or rather, some even more powerful presence was orchestrating this farce.
"Third Young Master Lucius, Scorpio has deviated."
The voice of Lucius came from the other side of the archway, and Luna held her breath, shrinking into the groove of the stone pillar.
The eighteen-year-old heir of the Magic Castle walked by, carrying a Bronze Lantern. The light revealed fresh bloodstains on his waist and Leonard's Sword.
Even more bizarre was his shadow—what should have been a human silhouette now stretched out with demonic bat wings.
As Lucius's footsteps overlapped with a sticky crawling sound, Luna suddenly heard the crisp sound of porcelain clinking above her.
She looked up to see Brother San hanging upside down from the dome of the Emerald Corridor, his silver hair, stained with potions, cascading like silk. He was clutching half a bottle of bubbling Crimson Liquid.
"The seventy-ninth experiment has failed." The young man lightly tapped the sealing spell on his forehead with a test tube, his emerald eyes flickering in the darkness. "I clearly followed the recipe for the Transfiguration Potion from Advanced Dark Magic..." Suddenly, he lost his grip and fell toward the stone pillar where Luna was hiding, just before crashing, transforming into a swarm of Blood Butterflies.
Luna's swaddling was swept toward the courtyard by the wind created by the Blood Butterflies. She gazed at the reflection of the Crescent Moon in the Fountain Pool and suddenly realized that the movement track of the Evil Spirit completely overlapped with that of the Magic Fortress Leyline.
As the black mist coalesced into an ink-clad figure once more, a loud cry from the baby wrapped in divine language collided with the back of the Evil Spirit's heart—this time she deliberately controlled her magic so that the sound wave only shattered the soul-calling judgment array on its sleeve.
The Evil Spirit paused before the iron gate of the rose garden, its faceless visage turning toward the thicket where Luna was concealed.
Suddenly, moonlight was swallowed by rolling clouds, and all window lattices of the Magic Castle lit up with a crimson glow. The bronze wind chime atop the main residence and castle spire spun wildly, playing a requiem typically heard at funerals.
Luna felt a heaviness in her chest as silver chains began to absorb her remaining magic.
Just as the Evil Spirit's raised finger was about to touch the lock of the rose garden gate, a deafening explosion erupted from the East Tower—her brother's wheelchair had crashed through stained glass, followed closely by golden chains wrapping around the Evil Spirit's ankles.
Seizing this fleeting opportunity, the baby bit through its fingertip with a milk tooth and drew a teleportation circle on the tree bark.
When Aelia burst out of the main residence with the medical team, she had already returned to her cradle in the nursery, while bloodied bark was being corroded into ashes by some unseen force.
As moonlight re-penetrated through the clouds, Mo Yi Xie Sui appeared on the stone steps at the front door of the main residence.
Its ethereal face pressed against the gilded door ring, thick shadows flowed from beneath its black robe. Those shadows slithered through the door gap, tracing out missing gemstone shapes on the family crest—perfectly forming a complete summoning array for evil spirits alongside Leonard's obsidian crown hidden in his study room's secret compartment.
The Gilded Door Ring let out a piercing wail under the touch of Mo Yi Xie Sui, as Luna rolled forward, wrapped in the swaddling soaked by Ye Lu, coming to a stop before the Stone Steps.
The delicate palm of the infant struck the center of the Family Crest, and amidst the acrid smell of burning flesh from the silver chain, a Hexagram Magic Circle blossomed, forcefully blocking the path of the encroaching shadows.
"Stop!" The infant's command carried with it the weight of divine authority, and the Holy Flame that surged at the edge of the magic circle incinerated the Mandala Flower pattern on the Evil Spirit's sleeve into ashes.
The Sealing Spell on Luna's nape began to heat up. Through her gradually blurring vision, she saw that within the Evil Spirit's black robe was a Star Map woven from Wraiths—an improved version of her own unique Astrology from her past life.
The Evil Spirit lifted its void-like face, and moonlight refracted ancient runes from three thousand years ago along its contours.
Suddenly, it knelt halfway, fingers like Withered Branches piercing through the Light Barrier of the magic circle, reaching towards Luna as she pointed out a chilling Frost Flower.
The Genesis Codex within the infant surged violently, memories from her past life flooding back—on an ancient battlefield under Blood Moonlight, a Great Mage wearing a Bronze Mask tied a silver chain around the wrist of a figure in black robes, whose sleeve bore an intricate pattern intertwining mandalas and Star Maps.
"Three thousand years..." The voice of the Evil Spirit lost its ethereal quality and instead rasped like sandpaper against bronze. "Reincarnation thirty-seven times, finally..."
Luna's pupils constricted sharply.
She suddenly became aware that what was entwined around the Evil Spirit's neck was not a chain but a section of cursed, corroded silver chain.
As ice crystals began to coalesce at its fingertip, about to touch the Codex Brand, the infant bit down on her still-healing tongue and flicked a Blood Pearl towards the Griffin Statue above the door ring.
"In the name of the Holy Pact!"
The Blood Pearl exploded in the Griffin's eye with a Shan Na sound, and the Magic Fortress Leyline emitted a roar akin to that of a waking dragon.
Twelve Rays from the Guardian Barrier surged up from underground but bizarrely veered away upon reaching the black robe of the Evil Spirit.
Luna watched as those light blades, which should have attacked the intruder, instead began to repair the damaged Family Crest on the door ring. It suddenly dawned on her that these barriers were actually pathways prepared for the Evil Spirit.
The gesture of the Evil Spirit retracting its fingers carried a sense of ritual. The ice crystals drifting from its sleeve coalesced into a Miniature Astrolabe before Luna.
As the Ice Crystal Model displayed the unusual Track of Scorpio for the night, the sound of Lucius playing the Bone Flute echoed from deep within the Magic Castle.
The wandering spirits in the Emerald Corridor, as if receiving a command, retreated like a tide towards the West Tower.
"Madam! The Evil Spirit is at the front door!"
As Qin Si's voice came from the terrace, Luna was using her last strength to draw the Counter-curse Symbol on the Stone Steps.
In the moment when the Evil Spirit dissipated into black mist, a blood-stained Fingertip of an infant was suddenly drawn by some unseen force, adding Leonard's initials at the end of the spell.
When Aelia hurriedly picked her up, this detail was conveniently obscured by the Youguang reflected from the Amethyst Wedding Ring.
"Did Xiao Luna have a nightmare?" Aelia wrapped the shivering infant in her velvet cloak, her lashes tinged with Ye Lu drooping low. "Why are you covered in Rose Thorns?"
Luna buried her face in her lady's fragrant garment, yet her ears perked up to catch the sounds around them.
She deliberately let the silver chain hidden in the swaddling slip out, causing it to collide with Aelia's Wedding Ring. The resulting black Magical Fluctuation made both women shudder.
The infant let out a pitiful Sobbing at just the right moment, successfully diverting Aelia's attention to her reddened ankle.
"Qin Si, bring Holy Water."
As the maid rushed over with a Crystal Bottle, Luna suddenly reached for Aelia's Pearl Necklace.
In what seemed like an Unintentional tug, she entwined three strands of silver hair around her lady's Violet Brooch—specially crafted by Brother San's laboratory, it was currently recording the magical frequency of Resonance between the Wedding Ring and the Evil Spirit.
Aelia gently pried open the infant's fingers but was unaware that Luna had already wrapped that suspicious pearl with a Guardian Spell.
As Aelia turned to check the door knocker, the infant seized the opportunity to press her small hand, stained with Counter-curse Symbol Ashes, against Aelia's nape, successfully revealing the remnants of a Curse Mark.
"It truly is a tumultuous night." Aelia stroked the still-warm Family Crest on the door knocker when suddenly the Wedding Ring burned her, causing her to gasp.
Luna noticed that the circle of black Obsidian was absorbing the residual energy from the barrier, while Lady Leonard's Lunar Pendant began to show signs of rust.
As the Enamel Window of the Nursery reflected the moonlight once more, Luna's face, pretending to be asleep, was poked seven times by Aelia with a Feather Pen.
When the tip of the pen dipped into the Manifestation Potion and drew a detection symbol on her forehead, the baby deliberately turned over, causing the silver chain hidden beneath her pillow to react with the potion.
In an instant, Purple Smoke began to rise, and Aelia panicked, knocking over the vial.
Luna closed her eyes, listening to the hissing sound of the liquid corroding the floor and smelling a mixture of Agave and Deadly Nightshade—this was clearly a formula from the Forbidden Magic Laboratory of the Demon Fortress.
As Lady Leonard's trembling Fingertip brushed against her neck, the baby planted a seed of doubt in her Awareness using Soul Language: "Why does Mother's Wedding Ring carry the River Styx Han Qi?"
When morning light stained the East Tower Spire red, Luna was carried out to the courtyard to bask in the sun.
Passing by Leonard's Bronze Statue, she suddenly burst into Giggling, her Chubby little hand precisely striking the black Obsidian set in the statue's Power Ring.
The gardener, who was trimming roses, was horrified to see tears mixed with Tie Xiu slowly flowing from the Eye Socket of the Founder statue.
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