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墨書 Inktalez
The atmosphere in the hall crackled with tension, filled with unspoken accusations.
Aelia drew in a sharp breath, the air caught between her throat and her rapidly beating heart.
Luna remained blissfully unaware of the storm she had caused, giggling happily as she reached for another cookie from the Silver Plate.
Against the backdrop of a marriage on the brink of collapse, this innocent gesture felt out of place, even somewhat distasteful.
“Red Bird, Leonard?” Aelia repeated, her voice low and dangerous. “A ‘pretty lady’? Am I soon to expect a brood of little falcons?” Each word struck like a Poison Arrow, aimed directly at her husband’s carefully constructed facade.
Leonard, who had just moments ago been flushed with joy, now turned pale.
He stammered as he attempted to concoct a clumsy excuse about a business meeting, but under Aelia's icy gaze, the words caught in his throat.
The lie tasted as bitter as Ashes in his mouth.
He was trapped, ensnared by the nonsensical babble of a toddler.
Luna sensed the shift in the atmosphere—the air seemed thick with tense Zhen Chan—as she pointed with her chubby fingers toward a hidden alcove behind the Tapestry.
“The little bird went there,” she mumbled, her voice carrying an unsettling weight for such a small child.
This was a detail from that book, the secret Tryst location of Leonard and his Mistress, a detail that would solidify Aelia's suspicions.
Qin Si witnessed the unfolding scene and gasped sharply, quickly covering her mouth with her hand.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as they darted back and forth between her mistress and the master of the house, who now resembled an animal cornered and only capable of stuttering.
The tapestry depicting a brave Griffin seemed to mock Leonard's downfall.
Aelia ignored her husband's desperate pleas and walked toward the niche with stiff, mechanical steps.
Behind the tapestry, she discovered a small, jewel-encrusted birdcage, empty except for a deep red feather.
This feather was identical to the one she clutched tightly in her hand.
It was the same feather that had drifted down from above their garden like a piece of damning evidence.
The world seemed to spin around her.
This magnificent hall, with its soaring ceiling and sparkling chandeliers, suddenly felt suffocating.
The walls that once symbolized strength and security now seemed to close in on her, trapping her in a cage of her own making.
The rich aroma of spiced wine and cedar, which usually brought comfort, now churned her stomach violently.
She turned to face Leonard, her face a mask of suppressed fury.
Tears burned and stung as they swirled in her eye sockets, blurring her vision.
These were not tears of sadness but tears of anger and betrayal, tears shed for a life built on lies.
“How could you do this?” she whispered, her words laced with venom. “After everything… how dare you?”
Leonard leaned against the cold stone wall, powerless to deny it.
He blustered and raged, trying to shift the blame, but every word he uttered felt hollow and powerless.
The evidence provided by the most unlikely Messenger was irrefutable.
In Qin Si's eyes, he saw disgust; in Lucius's slight smirk as he entered the hall, he sensed a knowing contempt; and finally, he caught sight of his wife's face, which was etched with utter despair.
Defeated, he stormed out, the heavy oak door slamming shut behind him with a finality that felt like a grave sealing forever.
Aelia collapsed to the ground, her limbs drained of strength.
Each call of Luna made her body tremble, each utterance echoing the pain of shattered dreams.
The weight of his betrayal crushed her, leaving her gasping for breath in the suffocating silence.
News of the farcical scene spread through the castle like wildfire.
It reached the ears of Eldest Son, who was trapped in his room, suffering under the torment of a magical curse.
Rather than deepening his despair, the news ignited a spark of rebellion within him.
He clenched his fists, knuckles whitening against the dark armrests of his wheelchair.
He would not be broken.
He would not allow this tragedy to consume him.
He would fight back.
He needed to find a way to break the curse, restore his powers, and protect his family from further harm.
He began to immerse himself in the long-forgotten Magic Tome, a new and intense determination burning in his eyes.
The Second Son had fallen into a Magic Trap set by a so-called friend, and through a sympathetic servant, he received a whispered message from Luna.
Though the message was vague, it clearly revealed the truth behind his friend's betrayal.
After the shock, he quickly made a firm resolution.
He would not succumb to despair.
He would unravel the complex mystery of this Magic Trap piece by piece.
He started to carefully analyze the remnants of an Ancient Spell, his mind sharp and focused, like a hunter tracking its prey.
After Luna triggered this series of events, her eyes sparkled with mischief as she looked at the tightly closed door of the Third Brother's room.
She wobbled her way over there, reaching out with her small hand... "Bang bang," she mumbled.
The Glorious Demon Fortress appeared to be lively and prosperous on the surface, but inside it was as if a magical bomb had been dropped, with dark currents surging and ready to explode at any moment.
All of this began with Luna's mischievous little mind.
She had stumbled upon a letter that Leonard had once written to his lover – can you believe it? A Lord hiding love letters in such a casual place; it was simply... well, best not to dwell on it!
Luna held the letter as if it were a rare treasure, running towards Aelia with hurried steps and a baby voice, saying, "Mommy, Daddy is bad!"
At first, Aelia dismissed it, thinking it was just childish nonsense.
However, upon reading the letter, her expression turned colder than winter frost in an instant.
The passionate words on the page pierced her heart like sharp knives.
She could never have imagined that her husband, who had shared so many years with her, was hiding something from her… Oh God, it was simply unimaginable!
In that moment, the entire world seemed to collapse around her.
Aelia staggered back a few steps, the letter falling from her hand like a wounded butterfly struggling helplessly on the ground.
Qin Si quickly supported her and asked with concern, "Madam, are you alright?"
Aelia took a deep breath, striving to control her trembling voice as she said, "Go, call Lord Leonard." Her tone was eerily calm, like the stillness before a storm.
Leonard was still lost in the gentle embrace of his concubine, completely unaware of the impending danger.
He hummed a tune as he entered the room but felt a sudden chill at the sight of Aelia's darkened expression. An ominous premonition surged within him.
"What… what’s with that expression?" Leonard asked, feigning calmness while his gaze instinctively avoided hers.
Aelia let out a cold laugh and threw the letter in front of him. "You read it yourself!"
Leonard picked up the letter, and his face instantly turned pale.
He opened his mouth, wanting to explain, but found that any explanation was futile.
"I... I..."
"What do you mean, 'I'!" Aelia could no longer contain her inner anger. She stood up abruptly and pointed at Leonard's nose, shouting, "Leonard, I must have been blind to marry you!"
The argument stirred the entire Magic Castle.
Eldest Brother, Second Brother, Brother San, and even the youngest son, Lucius, rushed over upon hearing the commotion.
They witnessed this family storm and felt Mother’s sadness and despair.
Perhaps influenced by this upheaval, Eldest Brother's Magic Backlash miraculously lessened; Second Brother finally saw through the true nature of his so-called best friend and resolved to pick himself up; even the usually carefree Brother San began to seriously contemplate his life, no longer lost in the illusions of talent.
Luna watched all of this unfold, her heart a mix of emotions.
She knew she had altered the plot of the original story and changed these people's destinies.
What the future held, she did not know. After all, life is like a box of chocolates; you never know what you're going to get next, right?
Perhaps sweet rewards were waiting for them just around the corner!
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