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Aelia slowly lifted her head and looked at Luna, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion.
"Luna..." she called softly, her voice hoarse and weak.
Luna held Aelia's hand tightly, her gaze firm yet gentle.
"My lady," she said softly, "there are some things I must tell you..."
Aelia's expression immediately turned tense as she blinked hard, seemingly trying to maintain her composure.
"Luna, do you... do you really have something you must say?" Her voice trembled slightly.
Luna nodded and spoke in a baby voice, "My lady, do you know about Lord of the Fortress having Leonard's Concubine outside?"
Aelia's face instantly turned pale. She suddenly stood up, the teacup in her hand slipping to the floor with a sharp crack.
Tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes as she stepped back, unable to believe Luna's words.
"What... what are you talking about?" Her voice shook, nearly breaking into sobs.
Luna did not let go of her hand; instead, she spoke even more firmly. "My lady, I would never lie. I know all of this clearly because I came from that world."
Aelia froze. "From... that world?" Her voice was barely audible.
Seeing Aelia waver, Luna continued, "My lady, although I am just a child, my soul comes from a world different from this one. In that world, I read stories about this magical realm. I know every detail from the original book, including the fact that Lord of the Fortress has Leonard's Concubine outside."
Aelia trembled slightly; she covered her mouth as tears streamed down like a fountain.
“It’s impossible… this can’t be happening…” She choked on her words, barely able to form a sentence.
Luna gently patted Aelia’s hand, trying to comfort her.
“Madam, I know this is hard to accept, but it is the truth. If you don’t believe me, you can verify it through other means.”
Aelia felt as if something had gripped her heart tightly, overwhelming her with an unprecedented sense of despair and pain.
She collapsed into the chair, covering her face with her hands, muffled sobs escaping from the small gap between her fingers, echoing throughout the room.
Outside, her elder brother heard the commotion and felt a surge of anger rising within him, almost drowning him in fury.
He pushed open the door and strode in, his gaze piercing as he coldly fixed it on Aelia.
“Mother, what happened?” His voice trembled noticeably, but it was laced with anger.
Aelia looked up and saw her brother; tears streamed down her face like pearls slipping from a broken string.
“Brother…” she sobbed, nearly unable to speak.
Seeing his mother in such a state ignited his rage. He clenched his fists, the joints cracking ominously.
“Father has a concubine outside?” he spat out the words through gritted teeth.
Aelia nodded, tears continuing to flow down her cheeks.
“Yes… I… I believe what Luna said…”
"Are you sure, Luna?" Elder Brother asked.
Luna nodded firmly. "Elder Brother, you know I would never lie to you."
Elder Brother took a deep breath, the anger within him nearly consuming him.
He slammed his fist down on the table, producing a loud bang.
"Father, how could you be so cruel, hiding this from us for so many years!"
At that moment, Second Brother rushed in, standing at the door with a weary expression. "Elder Brother... what happened? Why is Mother crying so sadly?"
Seeing Second Brother enter, Elder Brother's voice grew even more furious.
"Father has a concubine outside, and Mother just found out about it."
Second Brother's body trembled slightly as he recalled his own experience of being deceived by a close friend, his mood instantly turning heavy.
He slowly walked into the room and sat beside Aelia, gently patting her thin shoulders in an attempt to offer some comfort.
Aelia looked up at Second Brother. "Second Brother... why... why has our family turned out like this?"
Second Brother sighed deeply, a hint of helplessness in his gaze.
"Mother, sometimes human hearts are more complex than magic. Our family may have been shrouded in betrayal and deception from the very beginning."
Luna silently watched all of this unfold, a pang of sorrow rising within her heart.
She knew that Aelia, as the Lady of the Fortress, had maintained the harmony and peace of this home for many years, but now everything had been shattered.
Qin Si stood nearby, tears shimmering in her eyes.
Watching Aelia in pain filled her heart with sympathy.
Lucius stood at the door, silent.
He observed his family sinking into despair and anger, feeling an indescribable weight pressing down on him.
Taking a deep breath, he slowly walked towards Aelia and said softly, “Mother, we cannot let ourselves be consumed by this. We must find a way to cope and protect our home.”
Aelia wiped her tears, lifted her head, and looked at Lucius, a glimmer of hope rekindling in her eyes.
“You're right, Lucius. We must unite and face this together.”
Luna gently patted Aelia's hand, her gaze filled with determination.
“Lady, I will help you. Together, we can overcome this crisis.”
Aelia nodded. “Luna, thank you…”
At that moment, Brother San stood quietly at the door. He seemed to sense something but hadn’t spoken yet when a sudden urgent sound of footsteps echoed from outside.
Luna turned to look at the door and smiled slightly while secretly contemplating the next steps of their plan.
“Lady, Brother San has arrived. Let’s hear what he has to say…”
A hint of hesitation emerged on Brother San's face as he slowly stepped into the room and spoke, "Mother, Brother, Second Brother, Luna... I have something to say..." The flickering candlelight cast long, dancing shadows in the room, illuminating the faces etched with worry and determination.
The three brothers, their Mother, a loyal maid, and a little girl—this seemed an unlikely wartime council, united by the imminent threat facing their home, the Glorious Glory Magic Fortress.
The eldest brother stepped forward, his face filled with shame and regret.
His usually indifferent voice trembled with resolve.
"Mother, brothers, Luna... I... I have always been a fool. Blinded by rumors of talent, I squandered the gifts I had. But no more. I swear by my magic that I will dedicate myself to honing my skills. I will become the Mage I was meant to be, the strength our family needs." He struck his fist against his chest, the sound echoing in the tense silence.
He felt a strange mix of shame and excitement intertwining within him, igniting a fierce determination in his heart.
Qin Si knelt beside Aelia, her heart aching for her mistress as she gently stroked her hand.
"Madam," she whispered, her voice choked with suppressed tears, "don't despair. We will find a solution. We always do." Yet beneath her comforting words lay a cold fear gnawing at her heart.
For years, she had witnessed the whispers and sidelong glances within the fortress and seen the subtle shifts of power.
She feared that this revelation was merely the tip of a dark iceberg.
The lavender Cedar Fragrance that usually brought calm now seemed to mock her with false promises of peace.
Lucius, ever practical, straightened his thin shoulders and fixed his gaze firmly ahead.
He placed a comforting hand on Mother's shoulder.
The fabric of Mother's dress felt rough beneath his fingers.
“Mother,” he said solemnly, his voice laced with authority, “Luna and I will stand by you. No matter what storm is coming, we will face it together. Glory Fortress will not fall.” The weight of responsibility pressed upon him, heavy yet not unwelcome.
He could taste the metallic tang of adrenaline on his tongue, a familiar prelude to action.
The room fell silent, an unspoken anxiety hanging in the air.
The crackling of the fire in the hearth sounded unusually loud, each pop and hiss intensifying the tense atmosphere.
They huddled together, a small island of resistance in an uncertain sea.
Each person’s thoughts raced as they grappled with the implications of the truth Luna had revealed.
Aelia’s initial shock gradually gave way to a chilling clarity as she straightened in her chair.
The cold, smooth edge of the armrest bit into her palm.
She could feel every gaze upon her, filled with both expectation and fear.
The feeling of betrayal hit her like a tangible blow, echoing in her heart and causing a dull ache in her chest.
But she—
Luna, her small hand still tightly clasped in Aelia's, looked up at her with an wisdom beyond her years.
Despite the dire situation, Aelia felt a strange… excitement?
Perhaps it was the thrill of the game, the exhilaration of finally putting her plans into action.
In this world, this story, she would rewrite it.
She tightened her grip on Aelia's hand, silently pledging her unwavering support.
The impending crisis loomed over them like a massive stone, heavy and suffocating.
The future of Glory Fortress hung in the balance, teetering on the edge of unknown dangers.
Every creak of the ancient fortress seemed to whisper secrets and conspiracies.
The sweet scent of Jasmine wafting in through the open window from the garden below served as a bittersweet reminder of the tranquility they were about to lose.
The discussion began, with low murmurs of strategies and contingency plans punctuated by urgent gasps.
Every suggestion was weighed, analyzed, and dissected.
The intense atmosphere surrounding their shared goal made the air feel charged with tension.
The destiny of Glory Fortress rested on their shoulders; it was a heavy burden, but they were determined to bear it.
"We need to..." the eldest brother started, his voice tinged with anxiety, "we need to find evidence. Concrete evidence."
"But how do we find it...?" Second Brother murmured, his usually bright eyes dimmed by worry.
"Perhaps..." Luna interjected, a cunning glint flashing in her eyes, "perhaps we should start from..."
She paused for a moment, her gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight, a faint smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Garden Cottage begins.”
Sunlight streamed through the Colored Glass, casting a kaleidoscope of patterns on the luxurious carpet in the living room.
Xiao Luna was small, barely reaching the height of a grasshopper's knee, sitting on a velvet cushion with an adorable furrow forming between her brows.
Her little hands, still chubby with Baby Fat, fidgeted nervously with a silk Liu Su.
However, the atmosphere was far from playful; it was tense enough to choke a Griffin.
Across from her sat the esteemed Lady Arya of the Glory Fortress, her body rigid.
The noble composure that could intimidate dragons had vanished completely.
Her face, once radiant like moonstone, now appeared dull and drained of color, as if some Evil Magic had siphoned her vitality away.
Luna sighed softly, a sound that seemed too heavy for her small frame, and finally broke the silence.
“Aerya Mama,” she began, her voice childlike and slightly slurred, yet somehow adding weight to her words, “that man, Liang Jing Jing… he has another nest.”
The statement hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications.
Aerya gasped sharply.
“Another… nest?” she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper.
Luna nodded, her little head bobbing like a Dandelion in the breeze.
"With a little... a little bird," she added, furrowing her small brow as if trying to recall a particularly complex spell, "a beautiful little bird... and a baby bird."
The man from Liang Jing Jing, the master of Glory Fortress, Lord Leonard, stood frozen at the door, his face a mask of shock and disbelief.
He had come to check on his wife, hoping to concoct some excuse about late-night meetings and urgent matters at the fortress.
He never expected to be caught off guard by his daughter, still in her infancy—or more precisely, by the ancient soul residing within her.
He stammered, "Luna... dear, what are you talking about?"
"What am I talking about?" Luna's small face grew serious.
"That man from Liang Jing Jing gave the little bird something. The little bird sang... a sad song." She tilted her head, her gaze sharp, far too perceptive for a child her age.
"Mother Aerya doesn't sing anymore."
Aerya's eyes snapped to her husband.
The unspoken question in her gaze was sharper than any blade.
Leonard recoiled, guilt flickering across his face like dying embers.
The room erupted into chaos.
The three brothers—Eldest Brother Gareth still enduring the phantom pains from the Magic Backlash, the serious Lisdan troubled by a friend's betrayal, and carefree Kaius, whose latent Magical Talent was still just a faint flicker of Dark Purple Flame—each reacted differently.
Shock, anger, and a strange sense of relief mixed with confusion surged within them.
Qin Si, Aerya's loyal maid, stood beside her like a protective shadow, her hand hovering near the dagger concealed beneath her skirt.
The young Lucius, Leonard's legitimate son, only a few years older than Luna, stared at his father with wide, confused eyes.
The world they knew was turning upside down.
Yet Aerya remained at the center of this storm.
She took a trembling breath, her gaze resolute.
“Leonard,” she said, her voice low and dangerously calm, “I believe Luna has something important to share with us…”
Thus, this little mage, with her unclear speech and innocent appearance, unveiled the secrets of the Fortress Lord, igniting a storm that could shatter their world to pieces.
Whispers of betrayal had already begun to echo; the game for control of Glory Fortress was just starting.
The air was thick with the scent of an impending storm… a tempest sparked by the most delicate of little hands.
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