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Qin Si stumbled into the room, her hurried footsteps pounding like a drumbeat against Aelia's heart.
Aelia's face turned pale, her breath urgent, and her trembling lips resembled a candle flickering on the verge of extinguishment as she struggled to utter a few words: "My lady... Lord of the Fortress... he..."
Aelia had been elegantly perusing a Magic Plant Compendium, sunlight streaming through the Colored Glass Window cast a kaleidoscope of Light and Shadow upon her, as if enveloping her in a halo of sanctity.
Upon hearing Qin Si's fragmented words, her delicate brows furrowed slightly. She set down the book in her hand, a hint of confusion in her voice as she asked, "Qin Si, what has happened? Why are you so flustered?"
"My lady," Qin Si took a deep breath, as if summoning immense courage. "I... I heard that... Lord of the Fortress... he has... taken Leonard's Concubine... and has a child..." Each word struck Aelia's heart like sharp ice shards.
The compendium in Aelia's hand fell to the ground with a dull thud, echoing like something shattering—clear and jarring.
The color drained from her face in an instant, rendering her even paler than Qin Si, resembling a delicate Porcelain Doll on the brink of breaking.
She stared wide-eyed at Qin Si in disbelief, her lips quivering yet unable to produce any sound.
Shock, bewilderment, and disbelief intertwined on her exquisite face, creating a chaotic mess akin to spilled paint.
She clutched the edge of the table tightly, her knuckles whitening from the pressure as if she were trying to crush the hard wood.
"No... it can't be..." Aelia finally regained her voice, though it was weak like a mosquito's buzz. "This... this can't be true... Leonard... how could he..."
Her gaze lost focus, staring vacantly ahead as if the entire world was collapsing around her in that moment.
The love she had once cherished and the family she had painstakingly built transformed into a ridiculous lie before her eyes.
She slumped helplessly into the chair, like a puppet drained of its soul, her expression blank and eyes hollow.
Sunlight continued to filter through the Colored Glass Window, yet it could not dispel the gloom within her heart.
Once the Glorious Demon Fortress and Lady of the Fortress, she now resembled a wilting flower, stripped of all vitality and life.
An immense sorrow surged over her like a tidal wave, drowning her completely.
She clutched her chest, feeling as if her heart were tightly gripped by an invisible hand, making it hard for her to breathe.
Tears silently slid down her face, leaving two clear streaks on her pale cheeks, like winding scars etched into her shattered heart.
Meanwhile, in another room of the Magic Castle, Lucius paced back and forth anxiously.
His handsome face was clouded with worry, and his clenched fists made a sound that echoed with laughter.
He had heard whispers about his father; although he dared not fully believe them, the unease in his heart grew wildly like rampant weeds.
"Father... how could he..." Lucius murmured to himself, his tone filled with disbelief and anger.
He could not accept that his once-respected father would commit such a betrayal against their family.
He felt rage, shame, and a profound sense of helplessness.
The room was thick with a stifling atmosphere, as if it were the calm before a storm.
Lucius's heart raced violently, pounding like a drum in his chest.
And all of this was witnessed by Luna.
Though she was just a young child, she possessed memories from her past life and sharp intuition.
She knew clearly that the Magic Castle was about to face a tremendous crisis.
Her small brows furrowed tightly, and a faint layer of worry shrouded her pink cheeks.
In her clear, large eyes sparkled a maturity and wisdom beyond her years.
It was as if she could foresee the coming storm and the devastating consequences it would bring.
Her small hand tightly gripped the skirt, her knuckles turning white from the strain.
She felt an inexplicable unease, as if an invisible hand were choking her throat, leaving her breathless.
Aelia gradually calmed down amidst her sorrow. Taking a deep breath, she struggled to steady her trembling voice and asked, "Qin Si, where did you hear this news? Is it... credible?"
Qin Si cautiously glanced at Aelia and whispered, "Madam, I... I heard it from Mary in the kitchen. She said... she saw with her own eyes the Lord of the Fortress with a woman and a child... heading to Outskirts Manor..."
Qin Si's voice grew softer, as if afraid of disturbing something.
The air in the room seemed to freeze, oppressive enough to make it hard to breathe.
Aelia closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
When she opened her eyes again, the previous panic and despair had vanished, replaced by a chilling calmness.
"I understand," she said in a tone that was eerily serene. "You may leave now."
Qin Si hesitated for a moment but ultimately retreated silently, gently closing the door behind him.
The room fell silent once more, with only Aelia's soft sobbing echoing in the air.
Luna stood quietly nearby, watching Aelia with growing concern.
She knew that Aelia's calmness at this moment was merely the eye of the storm.
She understood that a greater tempest was about to arrive...
Suddenly, Luna's gaze fell upon a delicate jade pendant around Aelia's neck—a gift from Leonard.
It was a blue gemstone shaped like a water droplet, emitting a faint glow in the dim room.
“Mother…” Luna gently walked to Aelia's side and tugged at her sleeve. “That… is beautiful…”
Luna, with her little legs, approached Aelia and softly pulled at her luxurious skirt.
Aelia lowered her gaze and saw Luna's clear eyes, sparkling like stars in the night sky, and a warm current surged within her heart.
This child, so young, seemed to sense her sadness.
“Mother,” Luna said in a baby voice, her tender tone flowing into Aelia's parched heart like a clear spring. “Don’t cry… Luna… will be here…” She reached out her chubby little hand, clumsily trying to wipe away the tears on Aelia's face.
Seeing her daughter's thoughtful gesture, Aelia felt a warmth rise within her, as if a ray of sunlight had pierced through the winter gloom, dispelling the shadows in her heart.
She held back her tears and embraced Luna, gently patting her back.
“Be good, Luna,” Aelia's voice trembled slightly but she tried to maintain her calm. “Mother is fine.”
At that moment, the door swung open, and Lucius rushed in with an anxious expression.
Upon seeing Aelia's swollen eyes, anger and worry filled his heart.
“Mother,” Lucius approached Aelia, his voice quivering. “I’m going to find Father and get to the bottom of this!”
Aelia shook her head, stopping Lucius from acting impulsively.
“Lucius,” she said wearily, “now is not the time. Going to find your father will only make things worse.”
Though reluctant, Lucius complied with Aelia’s words.
He understood that Mother must have her reasons for saying so.
Taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, he walked over to Luna and gently stroked her head.
"Luna," his voice was gentle yet firm, "don't worry, your brother will protect you and Mother."
As night fell, the entire Magic Castle was enveloped in silence.
Moonlight streamed through the window, casting dappled Light and Shadow on the floor.
Luna lay on the soft bed, closed her eyes, and drifted into slumber.
In her dream, Luna found herself in a mysterious space.
There were no sun, moon, or stars, no flowers or trees, only an endless expanse of white.
She felt a sense of confusion, unsure of where she was.
Suddenly, an elderly man with white hair appeared before her.
The old man wore a flowing white Magic Robe, exuding an ethereal presence as if he had stepped out of a painting.
"Child," the old man said kindly as he looked at Luna, "you have arrived."
Luna gazed at the old man, filled with curiosity and reverence. "Who are you...?"
"Who I am is not important," the old man smiled slightly, "what matters is that I know why you have come."
Luna's heart skipped a beat. Did this old man know she was from another world?
It seemed the old man could see through Luna's thoughts as he continued, "I know you wish to help your family and change the Destiny of Magic Castle."
Luna nodded, determination shining in her eyes.
"Yes, I want to protect my family. I want to restore the former glory of Magic Castle."
The old man nodded with satisfaction, then reached out and gently touched Luna's forehead.
"Child," the old man's voice became solemn and mysterious, "remember, Destiny is in your Hands. You possess the power to change everything."
Luna felt a warm current surge into her body, and then she lost consciousness.
The next morning, when Luna awoke, her eyes sparkled with an unprecedented determination.
She recalled the old man's words from her dream, her heart filled with strength.
She knew she had to take action to change the Destiny of the Magic Castle.
She jumped out of bed, walked to the window, pushed it open, and took a deep breath.
The morning air was fresh and cool, carrying a hint of floral fragrance, as if heralding a new beginning.
Luna gazed at the rolling mountains in the distance, her heart brimming with hope.
She understood that the road ahead would be fraught with challenges, but she would not back down.
She would be brave for her family, for the Magic Castle, and face everything head-on.
Turning towards the door, she gripped the doorknob tightly with her small hand, her gaze resolute and determined.
"Mother," she pushed open the door and said to Aelia, who was grooming herself, "I have a plan..."
Aelia looked at little Luna, a flicker of hope igniting in her heart.
The child stood in the morning light, her long hair cascading like soft silk beside her, her face bearing an expression of determination that belied her age.
Despite the storms they had weathered before, at this moment, Luna seemed to embody the dawn of her salvation.
Aelia felt a warm current sweep through her, like a sudden bonfire rising in the midst of winter.
Sunlight poured through the window, illuminating Luna's face, bright enough to stir something deep within her heart.
Luna's small hand rested on the doorknob, and for a moment, Aelia almost believed that these hands could truly change everything.
"Luna, do you really have a way?" Aelia's voice was gentle and soft, yet it couldn't hide the burning desire within her to reach for the future.
Luna nodded. Although she was still a child, in her brief yet rich two lifetimes, she had come to understand that many things in this world relied not just on strength but also on the faith and wisdom held in one's heart.
She leaned closer to Aelia, slightly rising on her toes, and whispered, "Mom, I know what we can do.
As long as we trust each other, there’s no obstacle we can't overcome." Her eyes sparkled with an undeniable brilliance, clear as the Morning Star.
Aelia was touched by this confidence, as if the heavy stone weighing down her heart was gradually lifting.
She gently embraced Luna, cradling her carefully as if she were holding the most precious gem in the world.
Her voice was low and resolute, sounding like a promise made to herself or perhaps a vow before someone else: "Alright, Mom believes in you.
I know you can do it.
No matter what happens, I will support you."
Aelia's words seemed to infuse Luna with newfound strength, making her even more resilient.
She wore a smile that only a child could possess, along with an unwavering determination that was impossible to ignore.
Meanwhile, the atmosphere inside the Magic Castle was entirely different.
People moved cautiously through the corridors, their hearts filled with uncertainty.
The unease about the future made everyone more silent, and the fragments of gossip seemed to echo in their ears at all times, like invisible dust that lingered without leaving.
In such a clouded environment, Luna's appearance was undoubtedly a ray of light.
They quietly observed the infant, and because Aelia miraculously trusted her, they too hoped that this small figure could bring about some change.
A pair of servants whispered by the wall, "Do you think the dreams spoken of by the adults are true?" The other merely shook his head, harboring hope within. "Regardless, it has always been this way, hasn't it? I hope she can find a way to clarify things."
On a certain hazy afternoon, some words spoken in a daze unexpectedly became the topic of discussion among many.
Luna continued on her path into the unknown, the noise outside forming an order in her ears, as if the warmth strung together by her efforts to untangle the chaotic threads was coming along with it.
She gazed at everything around her, from the uneven ground to the morning light dancing like butterflies; in an instant, it all seemed to converge in her heart.
The wheel of destiny turned quietly at that moment, each step filled with imminent outcomes.
Luna's heart seemed to enter a state of tranquility, and within this silence, strength gradually emerged.
Amidst the waves of unease, Luna's presence felt like a gentle breeze capable of calming any turmoil.
How would things unfold?
The journey through these uncharted waters was uncertain.
But in this moment, Luna clenched her fists and took a step forward, leaving behind a glimmer of hope for everyone and for herself. Perhaps all unfinished stories were waiting for that first courageous step to be taken.
The curtain of destiny was slowly being drawn back, and she would be the one to break the impasse with wisdom and bravery.
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