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Luna's chubby little finger pointed at the blooming roses in the garden as she said in a baby voice, "Mommy, these flowers are so pretty, just like... just like the curtains at Aunt Lily's house!"
Aelia's heart skipped a beat.
Lily?
Who was that?
She had never heard Leonard mention anyone by that name.
Suppressing her rising confusion, Aelia gently stroked Luna's soft hair. "Sweetheart, have you met Aunt Lily?"
Luna blinked her big eyes and feigned innocence as she replied, "Uh-huh, I saw her in Daddy's dream! Daddy even called the curtains Lily, heehee!" The little one giggled afterward, like a kitten that had stolen a taste of cream.
But Aelia's expression gradually turned pale.
Leonard's dreams?
Lily?
Curtains?
These fragments pieced together a terrifying image of Leonard's last night in her mind, making her feel as if she were falling into an ice cellar.
A chill surged from her feet to the top of her head, and she felt her breath quicken.
Could it be... could Leonard have betrayed her?
The thought gnawed at her heart like a venomous snake, causing her immense pain.
No, it couldn't be. Leonard loved her so much; they had been through so much together. How could he... But Luna's words echoed in her mind—children do not lie.
She had to uncover the truth!
In the following days, Aelia seemed possessed, secretly investigating Leonard's every move.
She sifted through his letters, paid attention to his outings, and even followed him discreetly.
Finally, on a stormy night, she witnessed Leonard entering an exquisite villa on the outskirts of the city. A young and beautiful woman opened the door for him, and they embraced as they stepped inside.
At that moment, Aelia felt her world collapse.
Years of love and once-promised vows now felt like a cruel joke.
She staggered back, her heart twisted in agony.
The cold rain pelted her face, yet it was nothing compared to the chill in her heart.
She rushed into the villa and confronted Leonard.
A flicker of panic crossed Leonard's face, quickly replaced by anger. "You were following me? Aelia, have you lost your mind?"
“Am I the one who has gone mad, or is it you, Leonard? How could you betray me, betray our family?” Aelia's voice trembled, tears blurring her vision.
“It was just a game; why take it so seriously?” Leonard replied dismissively, trying to mask his own guilt.
“A game? You speak so lightly of it! Is our marriage, our vows, nothing more than a game to you?” Aelia could no longer contain her fury and slapped Leonard hard.
The sharp sound of the slap echoed through the villa, shattering the last remnants of warmth between them.
The atmosphere in Magic Castle grew tense and charged.
Leonard's betrayal became the last straw that broke the camel's back, igniting the internal conflicts within Magic Castle.
The eldest brother, who had been disabled due to the Magic Backlash but had regained his strength with Luna's help, furrowed his brow upon hearing the news.
The family's reputation was at stake; he needed to stabilize the situation in Magic Castle as soon as possible.
“Leonard, your actions have severely harmed the family's interests. I will not allow you to continue this nonsense!” he said in a deep voice, authority lacing his tone.
Leonard looked at his once-weak brother, now exuding power and confidence, feeling a surge of resentment and bitterness.
With a cold snort, he turned and walked away, leaving behind a provocative silhouette.
The calm before the storm always felt suffocating.
The night in the Magic Castle was eerily silent.
Suddenly, a loud crash shattered the stillness as Second Brother burst through the door, his face twisted in terror and rage. "It’s him! It must be..."
He stumbled out into the moonlight, which cast mottled shadows on his pale face, resembling a ghostly apparition.
Clenching his fists tightly, his knuckles turned white, and a burning fury ignited in his eye sockets.
"It’s him! It must be that despicable Little One, Fernando!" he growled through gritted teeth, his voice hoarse like sandpaper scraping against wood.
The fragrant roses in the garden now smelled like a sharp poison to him, making him feel nauseous.
Memories surged like a tide, drowning him in a chasm of pain.
Once, he and Fernando had been the best of friends, training together, embarking on adventures, sharing secrets and dreams.
But who would have thought that Fernando coveted his family's Secret Technique? He had set a trap that nearly cost him his life, ensnaring him in a Magic Dilemma.
Now, the unrest within the Magic Castle made him recall that unbearable experience.
Could it be that Fernando was scheming behind the scenes again?
His mind was a whirlwind as he paced back and forth in the garden, stepping on withered branches and fallen leaves that crunched beneath his feet, echoing the anxiety within him.
The night wind howled past, and the shadows of the trees swayed as if the minions of darkness were stirring in the gloom.
He felt a wave of coldness wash over him, causing him to shiver involuntarily.
No, he could not sit idly by; he had to uncover the truth and protect his family!
He suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Meanwhile, in Brother San's room, the lights were blazing.
He sat at his desk, holding a thick Magic Tome in hand, his brow furrowed and his expression grave.
Leonard's betrayal and the chaos at the Magic Castle filled him with unprecedented pressure.
All along, he had relied on his outstanding Magical Talent, becoming complacent and neglecting his training.
Now, with the family facing a crisis, he finally became aware of his own incompetence and cowardice.
He opened the Magic Tome, and lines of obscure text from Iris met his gaze, as if mocking his foolishness and arrogance.
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to concentrate and began to study.
The room was so quiet that all he could hear was the sound of turning pages and the scratch of his pen on paper.
Outside the window, the occasional hoot of a Night Owl added an air of solemnity and tension.
He knew he had to quickly enhance his abilities to protect himself and his family in the coming storm.
He clenched his fists, a determined light flickering in his eyes.
This time, he would not run away!
In Aelia's room, Qin Si knelt on the floor, gently massaging her swollen feet.
Aelia's face was pale, her eyes red and swollen, staring vacantly out at the dark night sky.
Leonard's betrayal was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue for her, leaving her in unbearable pain.
Seeing Aelia's haggard appearance, Qin Si felt a deep ache in her heart.
She had served Aelia since childhood, their bond akin to that of sisters.
She wished she could tear Leonard apart to avenge Aelia.
Wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes, she said firmly, "Madam, please rest assured. I will uncover the truth and ensure that scoundrel does not escape justice!" Aelia weakly nodded, tears streaming down her face once more.
Qin Si stood up and quietly left the room, disappearing into the night.
She was determined to gather evidence of Leonard's betrayal; she would make him pay!
At the highest tower of Magic Castle, Lucius stood by the window, overlooking the entire Magic Castle.
Under the shroud of night, Magic Castle appeared particularly mysterious and eerie.
Leonard's betrayal, Aelia's sorrow, and his elder brother's anger—all of it unfolded before him.
A faint smile curled at the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of meaningful amusement.
The chaos of the Magic Castle might just be an opportunity for him… an opportunity to realize the ambitions that stirred within his heart.
He turned around, a shrewd glint flickering in his eyes.
"This performance has only just begun..." he murmured to himself, his tone laced with excitement and anticipation.
He approached the desk and picked up a piece of parchment, intricately inscribed with a complex Magic Circle.
Gazing intently at the Magic Circle, he rhythmically tapped his fingers on the tabletop, producing a steady "tap-tap" sound as if plotting something.
Suddenly, he halted his movements, casting his gaze out the window, his expression growing deep and inscrutable.
"Someone is coming..."
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