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The Messenger was a thin young man, his boots caked with dust.
He walked into the room with his head bowed, trembling hands presenting a sealed letter to Aurea.
Aurea's expression was impassive as she swiftly and precisely tore open the wax seal.
As her gaze swept over the contents of the letter, she nodded impatiently, dismissing the Messenger while tightly gripping the parchment.
Meanwhile, Luna, still in her cradle, possessed a mind sharper than the finest blade.
She giggled contentedly in her Cradle, her eyes fixed on the swirling patterns on the Nursery ceiling.
She knew that the letter contained undeniable evidence of Leonard's betrayal.
The first domino had fallen.
Qin Si, Aurea's trusted confidante, stood at the door, her usually calm face filled with anxiety.
The whispered conversations, furtive glances, and late-night meetings—she pieced together these clues to weave a web of deceit, and the weaver was none other than Aurea's husband.
She felt a pang of sorrow for her mistress, grieving for a love she once believed to be unbreakable.
Taking a deep breath, she approached Aurea.
"Madam," she began, her voice barely audible, "there is something I must tell you."
Aurea remained stunned by the contents of the letter, waving her hand dismissively.
"Wait a moment, Qin Si," she murmured, her voice hollow. "We'll talk later."
But Qin Si persisted, her loyalty overcoming her fear.
“Madam, it’s about the Master… about Lord Leonard.” The words hung in the air, laden with unspoken significance.
Aurea's gaze shot up, sharp as shattered glass. “What happened to him?”
Qin Si hesitated for a moment before blurting out the truth: “He… he has another woman. There’s a hidden estate… and a child…” The words poured out like a torrent, bringing with them betrayal and heartbreak.
Aurea's face turned ashen.
The world around her seemed to tilt, the familiar comforts of the room twisting into grotesque shapes.
Her breath caught in her throat, a sob escaping her lips.
All those years of loyalty, shared laughter, whispered promises—everything had been a lie.
The elegant mask of calm she wore so effortlessly shattered, revealing the pain beneath.
Silent tears streamed down her Luna, tracing paths through her carefully applied makeup.
She staggered back, reaching for the tapestry hanging on the wall to steady herself; its thick texture brushed against her trembling fingers.
The world she knew, built on love and trust, had shattered into countless irreparable fragments.
She felt neither anger nor resentment.
The pain was too deep, too heavy to express outwardly.
She collapsed to the floor, becoming a broken figure in the opulent room, her body trembling from silent Luna.
In another part of the castle, in a dimly lit room overlooking the Training Ground, Luna's elder brother sat there, his once strong Twin Legs now withered and useless. He gazed out the window, bitterness filling his mouth.
He had once been a promising Mage, his talent envied by many.
But a reckless Magic Backlash had left him disabled, plunging him into despair.
Now, only the phantom of power remained, constantly reminding him of what he had lost.
A gentle knock echoed in the room.
"Come in," he said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion.
The door creaked open, and a small figure appeared in the flickering torchlight of the corridor.
It was Luna, cradled by her nursemaid.
He couldn't explain it, but there was something about his Sister that drew him in, not just her innocent attempts at speech and her wide-open eyes.
The nursemaid set Luna down on the floor.
She crawled toward him, her tiny hands reaching out.
As she reached his side, she babbled some unintelligible words and pointed at a worn little book on his desk.
It was a paper on ancient Healing Magic, long forgotten and dismissed as legend.
He glanced at the book and then back at Luna.
Later, alone in the room, he opened that book, his fingers tracing the faded Tiny Inscriptions.
He discovered a description of a ritual, a complex and dangerous magic said to restore lost powers and heal the deepest wounds.
Hope, a feeling he hadn't experienced in years, began to stir within him.
Could this be the answer?
Could this be his way out of the darkness that was consuming him?
In another wing of the castle, Brother Luna paced anxiously, worry etched across his face.
He had been betrayed by his closest friend, a betrayal that had trapped him in a Magic Trap, slowly draining his strength.
He could feel the Evil Magic gnawing at him, constantly reminding him of his vulnerability.
A folded note slipped under his Door Gap, catching his attention.
He opened the note and scanned the mysterious message.
It detailed his friend's betrayal and the means behind this madness; incredibly, it also contained a method for Breaking Magic.
A surge of anger flared within him, igniting the Xiong Xiong fury at the betrayal.
Yet beyond the anger, there was a glimmer of hope.
He had an opportunity, a chance to reclaim his life.
As Luna was placed back in her Cradle and gradually fell asleep, a faint smile emerged on her lips.
Everything was proceeding according to plan.
The once solid castle had now become a seething Furnace, on the brink of eruption.
A gentle knock on the door startled Aurea, pulling her from her sorrowful reverie.
It was Qin Si again, her face pale and her expression weary.
“Madam,” she whispered, “Master Lucius… he wishes to see you.” Lucius was Aurea's youngest son, a cheerful and joyful boy who adored his Mother, always wearing a smile.
The request to meet at such a late hour filled her with an ominous premonition.
She rose to her feet, her Twin Legs trembling as she smoothed out her wrinkled skirt.
“Tell him I’ll be there shortly,” she said, her voice quivering.
As she turned to leave, she paused, her gaze landing on the image of Leonard hanging above the fireplace.
“And also, Qin Si,” she added, her voice low and dangerous, “bring me my jewelry. It’s time we had a serious talk.”
The air in Glory Fortress felt charged, thick with unspoken accusations and faintly tinged with the acrid scent of Sulfur—an unmistakable sign that someone was concocting a potent truth serum, and everyone knew who was responsible.
Lady Arya, usually composed and elegant, now paced like a Griffin trapped in a cage within her room, her Light Purple silk Magic Robe swirling around her like a brewing storm.
Xiao Luna sat on a velvet cushion, swinging her chubby Twin Legs while humming an unsettlingly cheerful tune.
She knew—oh, she knew too well—that the meticulously crafted image of Lord Leonard was about to shatter into countless sparkling shards as sharp as razors.
“He won’t,” Aerya murmured, more to herself than anyone else, her voice hoarse from holding back Tears.
“He can’t possibly do that.”
Luna stopped humming.
"But he did," she said sharply, her small voice carrying an unsettling clarity that belied her age.
"Aunt Aerya, you deserve someone better than a fickle, lying... big bad guy!"
Aerya snapped her head around. Despite Luna's youth and penchant for crude language, the girl always had a knack for hitting the nail on the head.
Honestly, who could argue against the term "big bad guy"?
It was oddly satisfying.
Meanwhile, Lord Leonard was sweating profusely in his study, completely unaware of Aerya and Luna's conversation.
The alibi he had meticulously crafted was collapsing as quickly as an expired gingerbread house.
The truth serum that Qin Si had prepared out of loyalty to his mistress was about to expose his true nature.
It felt like watching a slow-motion train wreck—both mesmerizing and terrifying.
He had always been so "careful," so "smart."
He never anticipated that a child with knowledge of the future and an impressive vocabulary would ruin his plans.
As this farce unfolded in the upper levels of the fortress, a strange and almost imperceptible change was occurring elsewhere.
It was as if the suffocating cloud of doom hanging over Aerya's sons had thinned, allowing a glimmer of hope to seep through.
The eldest son, disabled by Magic Backlash, suddenly felt a tingling sensation in his atrophied hand.
Is it really true?
Could the Healing Magic he had long given up on be starting to work again?
The Second Son was trapped in a Magic Contract by his treacherous "friend," and at this moment, he discovered a loophole. A tiny crack appeared in the seemingly impenetrable wall of confinement.
A surge of nearly forgotten anger welled up within him; this intense emotion could become the driving force for him to break free from the Demon Binding Shackles.
The younger son had once squandered his potential, lost in the euphoria of early success. Now, he suddenly felt a wave of shame, and a flicker of ambition reignited within him.
He picked up the dusty Grimoire, enveloped by a strange sense of purpose.
It was as if Luna had shattered the status quo; her childlike defiance against Destiny sent ripples through every corner of the fortress, altering not only Aerya's Destiny but also that of her sons.
The fortress itself seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. When the heavy scent of Sulfur mingled with the sweet aroma of Cedar Fragrance, it created an odd yet unexpected combination, signaling that although the future was fraught with uncertainty, it was also vibrant with life.
Even Lucius, who usually remained oblivious to the complexities of the adult world, sensed a change in the air—a tingling excitement, an intuition that something "big" was about to happen.
He grabbed his wooden sword, ready to face any adventure that lay ahead.
After all, if an infant could shake the very foundations of the Glory Fortress, what could he not achieve?
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