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墨書 Inktalez
The night was as dark as ink, enveloping Glory Castle in a profound silence that felt almost tangible.
A small figure—Luna—quietly slipped out of her room, her heart racing wildly within her ribcage.
The cold stone floor sent chills through her bare feet, starkly contrasting with the warmth of the plush slippers she had left behind.
The corridor stretched before her like an endless shadowy tunnel, with moonstone embedded in the walls casting a faint, ethereal glow that punctuated the darkness.
Fear pierced her like a cold blade, whispering of the possibility of being discovered, a ghostly presence in the stillness.
Yet stronger than that was a burning anticipation, an exhilarating hope that tonight, within these shadowed walls, she might uncover the secrets needed to mend her family's shattered destiny.
Every creak of the floorboards seemed amplified in the silence, and the rustle of her nightgown sounded like thunder in her ears.
Her small hands traced the cold, rough stone wall, fingers gliding over intricate carvings of mythical beasts and ancient runes.
The air was thick with the scent of Ancient Magic, a musty yet slightly sweet aroma clinging to the stones, telling tales of bygone eras.
She imagined generations of castle inhabitants, their joys, sorrows, and secrets echoing through the corridors, swallowed by the stones.
Tonight, Luna was determined to pry open some of those secrets and wield them like a shield against the darkness threatening to consume her family.
As she turned a corner, a glimmer of light caught her eye.
She gasped softly and quickly covered her mouth with her small hand.
In the gentle glow stood Lady Aria, her face etched with worry and fatigue.
Her once-neat velvet Magic Robe hung askew, and her chestnut hair fell loosely over her shoulders.
She felt as if the walls of the castle were closing in on her.
For a moment, Aurea simply stared at her, her eyes wide with surprise.
Then, driven by an inexplicable urgency, Luna rushed forward, her small hand reaching out with astonishing strength to grasp Aurea's hand.
"Mom," she said softly, her voice carrying a seriousness beyond her years, "tell me about my brother."
Aurea furrowed her brow, her lips parting slightly as if she wanted to ask something but could not find the words.
She looked down at Luna's earnest face, at the fiery gaze in her sapphire-like eyes, and something within her softened.
She led Luna to a nearby window seat; even with the thick cushions, the cold stone was still chilling.
A silence fell between them, only occasionally broken by the distant howling of night dogs.
This silence was filled with unspoken worries, fear wrapping around them like a spider's web.
Finally, Aurea spoke, her voice low and faint.
"Your brother... he is suffering. The magic he wielded has betrayed him, like a cruel mistress." Her voice caught in her throat, the pain still so intense and fresh, despite the years that had passed.
"His twin legs... no longer obey his commands. He is trapped, Luna, trapped in his own body." Her hand moved to her throat as if trying to cough out the words that had lodged there.
The light flickered in her unshed tears.
Luna held Aurea's hand tightly.
“Mother,” she said softly, her voice steady, “I can help him. I know how to break the curse.”
Aurea suddenly looked up, disbelief etched across her face.
For a fleeting moment, a spark of hope flickered in her eyes, like a glimmer of red light in a sea of despair.
She studied Luna’s face closely, searching for a trace of childish fantasy, but all she found was a resolve as strong as steel.
The atmosphere in the room subtly shifted.
A fragile warmth blossomed between them, dispelling the pervasive coldness.
Hope, though still faint, was undeniably present and began to take root.
“What about your Second Brother?” Luna continued to press, her small face set with determination that sent a shiver down Aurea's spine.
This child, so young yet possessing wisdom beyond her years...
A wave of anger surged across Aurea's face, hardening her expression.
“Betrayed,” she spat out the word with venom, “by his closest friend, by someone he trusted with his life. He was lured into a Magic Duel, a trap designed to weaken his powers.” Her voice trembled with suppressed rage.
“He now wanders the Whispering Forest, no longer resembling his former self.”
Luna clenched her small fists tightly, her knuckles turning white.
A righteous fury burned within her, fierce and protective.
"He will receive justice," she vowed, her voice soft yet filled with a steely conviction. "They will all pay the price."
The ensuing silence was thick with unspoken promises, a storm of revenge brewing in the air.
The essence of Ancient Magic seemed to grow stronger, the atmosphere charged with the anticipation of Zhen Chan.
Luna leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling in the dim light.
"What about Brother San?" she whispered, her words barely audible, hanging in the air like the prelude to a horror story...
The night enveloped the Glorious Demon Fortress like a vast expanse of black velvet, gently shrouding it in darkness.
Luna's small figure moved stealthily between the Emerald Corridor, as agile as a night owl.
There was no other choice; after all, she was just a little one!
But deep down, she understood that tonight's nocturnal adventure would determine her family's Destiny.
In Aelia's room, the light was warm and soft.
Qin Si was carefully attending to her, occasionally offering delicate pastries and floral tea.
As Luna pushed the door open, Qin Si immediately bowed upon seeing her. "Young Miss."
"Sister Qian Si, you may leave now. I wish to speak with Mother privately," Luna said in her baby voice, though her large eyes sparkled with wisdom beyond her years.
Qin Si hesitated for a moment, glancing at Aelia. Aelia nodded slightly, and only then did she step out, closing the door behind her.
“Luna, why are you still awake at this hour?” Aelia asked gently, pulling Luna onto her lap.
Luna snuggled against her, finding a comfortable position. “Mother, I have something important to tell you.”
Aelia looked at her daughter's serious little face, feeling a stir of concern. “What could be so important?”
“It’s about Father…” Luna's voice dropped to a whisper, laced with mystery.
Aelia's body tensed slightly, but she forced herself to remain calm. “What about your father?”
Luna sighed. Well, even though she was still a baby, sighing felt appropriate for the atmosphere!
“Mother, Father has someone outside.”
Aelia's face instantly turned pale. She held Luna tightly, her voice trembling. “How… how do you know this?”
Luna blinked, wondering how to explain this.
She couldn’t just say she came from another world, could she?
“I… I dreamed it! Really, Mother, the woman lives just outside the Magic Castle, and Father often sneaks out to see her.”
Aelia fell silent.
She recalled how Leonard had been increasingly distant these days, often using work as an excuse to stay away from home.
Could it be… that all of this is true?
“Mother, please don’t be sad,” Luna said, embracing Aelia with concern. “I know this has hit you hard, but you must be strong. Besides, this isn’t the worst of it.”
Aelia looked up, her eyes filled with questions. “There’s something worse?”
Luna nodded and began to reveal the truth. “Big Brother’s Magic Backlash wasn’t an accident; someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes. Second Brother was deceived by a close friend; it’s all part of a conspiracy. And Brother San has been so absorbed in his Magical Talent that he’s neglected his training, which was also a deliberate misdirection.”
Aelia was left speechless, having believed these were mere accidents, unaware of the many hidden plots behind them.
“Luna, is this… is this really true?” Her voice trembled even more.
“Of course it is!” Luna affirmed with a nod. “Mother, we can’t go on like this. We need to change everything, for ourselves and for the entire family.”
“Then… what should we do?” Aelia seemed to grasp at a lifeline, her gaze fixed intently on Luna.
Luna smiled slightly, confidence radiating from her. “First, we need to expose Leonard’s true nature and make him pay for his betrayal. Then, we’ll help our brothers out of their predicaments and get them back on their feet. As for the specifics of our plan…” Luna smiled mysteriously, “I have my own clever strategies!”
For the next while, Luna and Aelia were deep in discussion.
They plotted how to gather evidence, how to reveal Leonard’s true face, and how to assist their brothers.
The night grew darker, but the lights in the room remained bright.
Meanwhile, Leonard, the subject of their conversation, lay asleep in the embrace of his Concubine, blissfully unaware that a conspiracy against him was quietly unfolding…
A crescent moon hung in the pitch-black sky like a shattered pearl, casting long and eerie shadows on the neatly trimmed lawn of Glory Fortress.
A small figure appeared diminutive against the towering stone walls as it stealthily moved through the shadows.
Luna was a frail girl, but her wisdom far surpassed her age—or rather, any age.
She hummed a little tune, a surprisingly cheerful melody for a midnight adventure that made one feel uneasy.
To be honest, sneaking into a heavily guarded fortress was no game for children, but you must understand, Luna was not entirely a child.
At least not in the truest sense of the word.
Inside the fortress, Lady Aria paced back and forth in her lavish room like a restless black panther trapped in a cage of velvet and gold.
Sleep had become a fickle friend, preferring to accompany anyone but her.
Her husband’s behavior grew increasingly strange, and the rumors that spread like venomous snakes suffocated her, squeezing out all the joy from her life.
She paused by the window, her reflection in the glass resembling a ghost.
“Is this all there is to life?” she pondered, a bitter taste rising in her throat.
Suddenly, there came a gentle knock at the door.
The sound was so faint that Aaliyah almost thought it was a figment of her anxious imagination.
But then the knocking came again, persistent and resolute.
She cautiously opened the window.
There perched Luna like a mischievous little sprite on the windowsill.
“Never thought I would run into you here,” Luna chirped, her voice ringing like a clear bell in the silence.
“Can I come in? You know, it wasn’t easy climbing up here.”
Though Aaliyah was taken aback, she couldn’t help but feel a hint of amusement.
This child, this “strange” child, always appeared at the most unexpected times, yet for some reason… she was exactly what Aaliyah needed.
Once inside, Luna nestled into the soft cushions like a doll among silk.
She wasted no time and got straight to the point.
“Your husband,” she began, her tone losing its playful edge, “is not the person you think he is.”
Aaliyah froze. “What are you talking about, child?” Her voice was tense and urgent.
With an air of mysterious wisdom as if she already knew everything, Luna laid the truth bare.
She spoke of the mistress her husband kept hidden away, the money he squandered, and the schemes brewing beneath his polite social facade.
It was like a bitter pill coated in childlike sweetness; despite the sugar coating, the bitterness seeped through.
Aaliyah listened, her face growing pale as her hands clenched into fists.
Each word felt like a heavy blow to her stomach, leaving her feeling battered.
“My sons…” she whispered, her voice choking with emotion.
"What will happen to my sons?"
"Ah, right," Luna said, her eyes sparkling with a strange light.
"My eldest son is tormented by the cruelty of magic. The Second Son is ensnared in a web of false friendships. The Third Son's shining talent has been dulled by complacency." She paused, her gaze sharp.
"But do not despair, dear Aaliyah. Every curse has a way to be broken. Every trap has a key."
Then, this mysterious child Luna not only elaborated on the troubles plaguing her sons but also provided solutions.
These solutions were peculiar and extraordinary, stemming from a perspective that others did not possess.
A mysterious herb was prepared for the magical issue of the eldest son, a hidden message was conveyed for the Second Son's predicament, and a spark of inspiration was ignited for the Third Son's dormant ambition.
It was like watching a master strategist unravel a complex battle plan, except this strategist was a child who could barely tie her own shoelaces.
As the rosy and golden light of dawn spilled across the sky, Luna slipped out of the window, leaving Aaliyah with unsettling truths swirling in her mind and a faint glimmer of hope in her heart, like a flicker of Red Glow in the darkness.
The whispers of the night revealed secrets that changed everything.
This game seemed to have just begun.
And Little Manipulator Luna had just pulled the first Dark Purple Thread.
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