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The tongue of the Fire Lizard in the Liuli Lantern Shade suddenly flickered violently, casting the skirt embroidered with Ice Crystal Roses worn by Aelia into a dance of light and shadow.
Luna curled up in the Lustrous Cradle, her baby-like light gold eyelashes fluttering as if unintentionally kicking off the rose-colored swaddle ties that Qin Si had just fastened. The piece of silk fabric, adorned with a Wisteria Pattern, fell perfectly to the bottom of the Dressing Table, barely covering half of a silver buckle stained with Yanzhi.
"Madam!" Qin Si's fingertip, which held Ice-Cold Herbs, turned slightly pale as her pupils dilated upon discovering an object that had fallen from the Dressing Table.
It was a pair of men's Xuanbing Bracers embroidered with an Iron Thorn Pattern, yet the stitching was entirely different from the Starry Embroidery Technique commonly used by Aelia. The lining was still dusted with Azure Tail Flower Pollen that did not belong to the Magic Castle.
At that moment, Luna let out a Yiya Sound, her chubby little hand accurately pointing to the half-melted Lover's Mark on the inside of the Xuanbing Bracers.
The natural tear film in her eyes made her gaze particularly clear, reflecting Qin Si's gradually paling face—this was indeed the Token of Love that Leonard had given to Leonard's Concubine in the Original.
"Cast Iron Alley..." Qin Si trembled as she recognized the dark pattern along the edge of the Xuanbing Bracers. Suddenly, she recalled seeing similar Azure Tail Flower Pollen clinging to the hem of Lord's cloak three days ago when she had fetched medicine for her mistress.
Those eerie blue powders were supposed to circulate only in the black market, specifically used to conceal the Magical Fluctuation of a lover's curse.
Aelia was lost in thought, staring at Oathblade; the new cracks forming on its hilt reminded her of last night's unusual tremors from the Astrolabe.
As Qin Si stumbled and knelt on the Zhi Jin Carpet while holding up the evidence, Aelia's skirt hem, embroidered with ice crystals, swept across a silver cup filled with Evening Primrose Juice. The crimson liquid flowed along the lines of the Lover's Mark, creating traces reminiscent of Blood Tears.
"It’s impossible..." Aelia tightened her grip on Oathblade, her knuckles turning white as the sword body reflected a red glow from her neck’s Emotion Spell Brand.
Memories surged forth like a disturbed Soul Devouring Butterfly Swarm—seven years ago at the Midsummer Festival, Leonard had held her hand as they drank from the Holy Spring. The Twin Curse Seal floating in the spring water had once led her to believe it was Fate's Red Thread.
Suddenly, Luna's loud cry transformed into a rhythm reminiscent of some ancient spell. The baby’s fingertip, stained with Yao Zhi, traced a star trail across the surface of the silver buckle.
The sealed memories sliced through the Mind Sea like a sharp blade, and Aelia finally saw clearly that what floated in the Holy Spring was distinctly two overlapping Curse Marks: the Silver Guardian Spell entwined with the Crimson Lover's Curse, much like a Poison Vine parasitizing an oak tree.
"Prepare the carriage." Aelia tore off the necklace adorned with the Emotion Spell Gem, and the Ice Crystal Rose and Moonstone Earrings cut into her neck during the sudden movement.
As the Blood Pearl fell into the Ice Cracks of the Oathblade, the Sword Body suddenly emerged, revealing three hundred sixty Micro Magic Circles—this was precisely the Illusion Barrier Leonard had set up to conceal the existence of Leonard's Concubine.
A crisp sound echoed down the corridor as a Crystal Lamp shattered on the ground. The elder brother, tasked with fetching medicine, froze at the side of the Carved Door.
The Astrological Compass embedded in his Wheelchair Armrest began to spin wildly, its Pointer directing towards a flawed magic array that was emerging from the Oathblade—its patterns strikingly similar to the Teleportation Circle he had lost control of three years ago.
"So that's how it is..." The elder brother stroked his withered Left Leg, finally understanding where the strange runes he had seen during the Magic Backlash had come from.
Father had extracted the Source of Magic from his Eldest Son, Heir, to maintain the Dual Curse Seal, but it had condemned him to be forever trapped in a Wheelchair.
He maneuvered his Wheelchair over a floor littered with Crystal Fragments and reached into the Dark Compartment within a Pillar's shadow to retrieve the Family Secret Tome—the Thorn Pattern on its Gold Foil Cover was seeping blood.
Meanwhile, at the top of the West Tower, Lucius was wiping blood off Leonard's Sword.
The young man suddenly felt a warmth emanating from the Family Crest on the hilt. When he looked down, he was shocked to see that the reflection in the Sword Body was not his own face but that of Xu Ying, who had worn the Star Moon Crown in her past life.
Before he could ponder further, a violent surge of Contract Magic erupted from the direction of Cast Iron Alley, startling all of the Deathbirds in the cemetery.
As the last Hei Yu swept past the blood-red sunset, Aelia's Horse-drawn Carriage crushed through the Eighteenfold Barrier and raced toward Xi City.
The Oathblade in the carriage was forcing the Lover's Mark toward the Sword Tip, while Luna quietly tightened her grip on the Astrological Symbol that had been passed down from her elder brother Wheelchair Dark Compartment. The small face, as clear as ice crystals, bore the Soul Fire of the Great Mage, flickering deep within her Pupil.
Suddenly, a sound of shattering glass echoed from somewhere in the Magic Castle Cellar, startling Second Brother awake from his meditation, clutching the Half-Broken Sword. His Palm Old Scar faintly revealed the remnants of a Healing Spell Mark left by a dear friend long ago.
At that moment, the Dark Red Patterns twisted eerily into chains, while the Azure Tail Flower Pollen drifting in from outside reminded him of a deliberately forgotten rainy night... Under the dim light of the blue Fluorite Lamp in the Cellar, Second Brother stared at his Palm, now contorted into chains by the Dark Red Curse Mark.
The pollen clinging to the edge of the Broken Sword fell away in a flurry, piecing together Memory Fragments on the dust-covered Ground. Three years ago, on a Stormy Night, his friend Alger had etched the Healing Spell Mark into his Palm, and that scene now bizarrely overlapped with the present.
"Only I can suppress your Magic Surge." The golden-haired boy from his memories pressed a blood-stained Rose Tattoo against his Wrist, and only now did he see that hidden within those patterns was a dark curse that devoured magic.
Second Brother suddenly clenched his Five Fingers, feeling the chain-like Curse Mark tighten painfully against his flesh. The agony allowed him to see the Magic Circle emerging on the stone wall of the Cellar, identical to the Thorn Pattern found in his elder brother's Family Secret Tome Cover.
"Mother..." He stumbled as he crashed through the decaying Wooden Frame, and the spiderweb-covered Broken Sword suddenly erupted with an Azure Light.
As Jian Feng sliced through the chain of the Curse Seal with his Shan Na, the falling Azure Tail Flower Pollen from above coalesced into an image of Alger's spirit, or rather, his shadow.
With narrowed eyes, Second Brother Pupil finally understood that what had been referred to as "Magic Surge" back then was merely a deception crafted by their father to maintain the Dual Curse Seal.
On the top floor of the Library of Hidden Books, a sudden tremor knocked down Brother San, scattering his held copy of the Elements Paradox Hua La across the moonlit floor.
The yellowed pages revealed a living Celestial Chart, and those divination games he had once dismissed as mere entertainment now displayed genuine prophecies—the family’s lifeline represented by the Silver Star Trail was being devoured by a creeping tide of crimson, known as the Crimson Underflow.
"It turns out that every month when Father checked our homework, he was merely confirming our progress on maintaining the Illusionary Barrier Formation..." Trembling, he traced his fingers over the indented family crest on the spine of the book, where silver inlaid with a delicate pattern began to seep fine droplets of blood pearls.
Three Days Ago
He had mocked his elder brother for being obsessed with Astrology, only to realize now that his proud Elemental Affinity was merely a guise used by Father to conceal the extraction of magical power.
The boy suddenly tore open the cuff embroidered with Gold Thread, revealing a Light Purple Pseudo Talent Mark on the inner side of his Forearm.
When he pressed his fingertip, stained with Azure Tail Flower Pollen, against the mark, the originally brilliant Magic Patterns faded into Withered Branches—this was not a divine Blessing, but rather Demon Binding Shackles that siphoned off magical energy.
Atop the West Tower, Lucius remained frozen in place, the Family Crest on the hilt of his sword searing into his Palm.
The black feathers of the Deathbird fell upon his shoulders, yet the boy dared not move an inch—each time the night wind stirred Luna's Lustrous Cradle, the Sword Body would emerge with more unfamiliar memories: a woman wearing the Star Moon Crown chanting a Forbidden Spell at the altar, while Father’s figure loomed large in the center of the Forbidden Magic Circle.
"Third Young Master Lucius!" A panicked shout from a Servant echoed up from below the Spiral Staircase, causing Lucius to instinctively grip Leonard's Sword tighter.
As he turned, the moonstone embedded in the hilt suddenly reflected Mother’s Horse-drawn Carriage breaking through the barrier, and those shattered Golden Runes resonated with the bloodstains left on the Sword Body.
The boy suddenly became aware of something and frantically tore at his collar.
Beneath his Collarbone, a Guardian Sigil so faint it was nearly invisible began to flicker rhythmically with Mother’s Horse-drawn Carriage—it was the "Birthday Gift" that Father had carved for him when he was five years old.
"It's all a lie..." Lucius staggered against the wall, Ailya's White Nails scraping bloodied marks on the stone bricks.
The flock of Deathbirds suddenly turned en masse towards Cast Iron Alley, their crimson Eyes reflecting countless overlapping Magic Circles, resembling a vast net enveloping the entire family.
At this moment, within the Magic Castle Dome, Leonard's carefully arranged Defensive Barrier was undergoing subtle Zhen Chan.
The Crystal Hourglass in the Lord's Study shattered without warning, and blood suddenly seeped from the Family Tree Diagram on the Rosewood Table.
The man, with Iron Thorn Pattern embroidered on his cuffs, swept across the blood-stained Parchment, but could not wipe away the continuously Emerging Silver Starburst—those Oaths of Power that should have been permanently sealed were now like awakened venomous snakes, biting at every barrier built on lies.
As the last ray of the setting sun was swallowed by Twilight, all the crystal lamps in the Magic Castle flickered simultaneously.
Leonard stood on the East Wing Terrace, his Fingertip brushing against the suddenly hot Wedding Ring.
He gazed towards Xi City, watching the fading traces of a Horse-drawn Carriage, trying to summon the Contracted Raven but only receiving the harsh sound of Kong Ming—the magical residue left after the Eighteenfold Barrier shattered was coalescing into the shape of an Ice Crystal Rose in the night breeze.
Suddenly, sparks erupted from Leonard's Fingertip Wedding Ring, burning him enough to make him jerk his hand back.
The fragments of Ice Crystal Rose flying in Twilight cut through his Iron Thorn Pattern embroidered cuffs, revealing the faint outline of a Crimson Curse Seal on his Wrist—this was branded upon him when he signed a Contract with a Black Market Merchant Twenty Years Ago, now moving beneath his skin like a living creature.
"My Lord, urgent news from Xi City." The Dark Guard Captain knelt silently in the shadows of the terrace, the edge of his mask stained with uncleaned Azure Tail Flower Pollen.
Leonard stepped forward, crushing the barrier fragments that had drifted to his boots, but could not dispel the unique Frost Snow aura of Aelia's Oathblade lingering in the air.
He suddenly recalled that last night when the Astrolabe had issued a warning, Leonard's Concubine Jasmine had also carried that same cold fragrance in her hair.
"Prepare the horses." The man’s cloak embroidered with Gold Thread rustled sharply in the night wind, while his Waist Communication Crystal exploded three times in succession.
The first showed the collapsed courtyard wall of Cast Iron Alley Mansion, the second displayed the Contracted Raven convulsing in a pool of blood, and before he could form a third image, he crushed it into Powder—within the splintered shards flashed a glimpse of Luna's Lustrous Cradle, and deep within the infant's Pupil, Soul Fire pierced through his Temples, making them throb violently.
A heavy thud suddenly echoed from the direction of the Library of Hidden Books as Leonard hurried through the corridor, the Puppet Thread concealed in his sleeve automatically wrapping around the nearby candelabras.
The flickering flames distorted his shadow against the Stained Glass, causing the images of the family’s glory depicted by the Saint Maiden to appear as if they had turned their backs.
“Father.” The voice of Brother San drifted down from above the spiral staircase, carrying an unprecedented chill.
The boy's drooping sleeve revealed a Withered Branches-shaped Curse Mark, while the Azure Tail Flower Pollen he clutched in his palm began to fall onto Leonard's shoulder.
Instinctively, the man activated a Soundproof Barrier, unaware that a grain of Pollen had lodged itself in the dark groove on the inner side of his Wedding Ring.
Suddenly, an Azure Light surged from the Cellar, tearing through the night. The Sound Transmission Brooch pinned to Leonard's collar shattered in response.
The sword energy from Second Brother severed the Curse Seal Chain and pierced through three layers of Protective Barriers, causing cracks to appear in the Crystal Coffin hidden within the study's secret room—inside lay the Source of Magic extracted from Eldest Son, now seeping into the Floor Tile Gap like melting Xue Shui.
“Go check the Defensive Nexus.” Leonard kicked the Dark Guard Captain toward the West Wing, where vibrations were strongest, while he turned and headed in the opposite direction toward the nursery.
Laughter echoed from the Lustrous Cradle, where Luna’s giggles filled the air. On the baby’s ankle, he had personally tied a Soul Bell that emitted an eerie Kong Ming sound.
As the last rays of daylight sank below the horizon, the Crystal Hourglass in Lord's Study suddenly flowed backward.
Leonard sliced his Fingertip to let a drop of Blood Pearl fall onto the Family Tree Diagram. The Silver Blood seeping from the Parchment froze at the moment he touched Luna's name—the Infant Swaddling bore remnants of Astrological Symbol patterns that were burning Abyssal Serpent Parasite Holes into the back of Genealogy in a Xing Mang shape.
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