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In Luna's little mind, a grand banquet was unfolding. The red carpet was laid out, colorful flags fluttered, and the air was filled with the sweet scent of creamy cedar and the subtle energy waves unique to magic, like a thin mist that tickled her little nose.
The long table was adorned with an array of dazzling items: Magic Crystal Stones symbolizing magical talent, a mini scepter representing power, and piles of gold coins signifying wealth. Yet, her small hand firmly grasped a tiny wooden spoon, its handle intricately carved with a cute little bear.
“I’m going to make the best cake for Mommy!” she laughed, her baby voice echoing in her mind as if she could truly hear her own bright child's voice.
“Mommy, I want to make a cake for you!” Luna exclaimed excitedly, waving her little arms. Her chubby cheeks flushed with excitement, resembling a ripe peach that one couldn't resist wanting to bite into.
Aelia gently held her in her arms, softly stroking her silky hair, her eyes filled with affection. “My little Luna is amazing; Mommy is waiting for the cake you make.” Her voice carried a slight hoarseness, imbued with endless tenderness yet tinged with an almost imperceptible bitterness.
Luna felt a strange energy coursing through her small body, like a gentle stream or a rushing river that ultimately converged at her fingertips, radiating a warm glow. This sensation felt like… like returning to the peak of her past life as a Great Mage, that overwhelming power of control made her unable to contain her excitement as she flailed her little arms and legs like a joyful octopus.
“Ah! Ah!” Luna called out excitedly, even though she couldn’t yet speak.
Aelia watched her daughter’s exuberance with a smile of comfort tugging at her lips. She knew that Luna had inherited the family's powerful magic bloodline; this innate talent would be her greatest asset in the future. The inheritance of bloodline was so vividly presented before her at that moment, filling her with an indescribable joy and pride, like a warm ray of sunshine on a winter day illuminating her heart.
However, this joy was soon overshadowed by a layer of gloom. Leonard's betrayal pierced deeply into her heart like a thorn, making it hard for her to breathe. The beautiful memories that once brought happiness had now turned into sharp blades of irony, slicing through her heart.
She fought back tears, not wanting Luna to see her weakness. Luna keenly sensed the shift in her mother’s emotions. Her small hand gently stroked Aelia's Luna as if silently comforting her. Though young, she could feel the sadness emanating from Aelia; it was like a cold wave that made her shiver involuntarily.
Aelia looked down at her daughter in her arms, feeling the warmth radiating from Luna's small body, and a warm current surged within her heart. Luna's understanding and thoughtfulness filled Aelia with immense comfort. In this cold world, Luna was her only support and the motivation for her survival.
“Luna,” Aelia took a deep breath, determination shining in her eyes. “Mommy is going to separate from Daddy.” Her voice was soft but carried an undeniable resolution as if announcing an important decision.
Although Luna didn’t understand what “separate” meant, she could sense the firmness in her mother’s tone. She reached out her small hand and tightly grasped Aelia's finger as if expressing her silent support.
Aelia looked into her daughter’s innocent eyes and felt even more resolute in her decision. For Luna’s sake and for herself, she had to leave this man who brought her sorrow.
She was ready to start anew, to create a new future for herself and her daughter. Rising to her feet, she held Luna close as they walked toward the door, the setting sun casting a warm glow upon them, stretching their shadows long behind.
“Qin Si,” Aelia's voice echoed in the empty corridor, “go fetch Leonard…”
The twilight deepened like ink, and the heavy stone walls of the Glorious Demon Fortress glimmered with a somber light under the fading rays. An unavoidable storm was quietly brewing. Beneath the gray-blue sky, her elder brother sat on a bench by the window, his silver hair slightly disheveled, his expression grave. Once hailed as a Magical Prodigy, he had suffered a life-altering disability due to a high-level Magic Backlash.
That night, leaning on his dwindling magical energy, he gently stroked Luna's head with his remaining arm, his voice low yet resolute. “Mother wants to leave… This is the first time in ten years she’s made a decision for herself.”
Standing beside him, Second Brother clenched his fists tightly. Dressed in a well-worn Magic Robe that had been mended numerous times, he bore an air of fatigue that he tried to conceal. The Magic Trial orchestrated by his closest friend had nearly shattered all his future prospects. “It’s time for us to protect her,” he said, a flicker of near-obsessive anger igniting in his eyes. “We have lost everything, but she should not lose any more.”
Brother San sat quietly by the low couch, somewhat unexpectedly silent. Once carefree due to his exceptional Magical Talent, he had been harshly awakened by reality during a magic assessment and was now the first to contemplate their situation seriously. “Leonard is currently at the height of his power; it won’t be easy to shake him,” he mused while stroking his chin. “But since Mother has made her decision, we can only strive for victory.”
Aelia stood at the doorway, gently cradling Luna as she gazed at her sons. Her eyes swept over them one by one, filled with complex emotions—both heartache and pride—as if she finally saw them truly standing by her side.
“This time, it’s not about opposing Father; it’s about us starting to live for ourselves,” her voice was surprisingly calm yet cut through the silence in the room.
The candlelight flickered slightly, causing the magical energy in the air to tremble. In that moment, their once-fractured family seemed to find a new center.
Qin Si hurried in upon hearing Aelia's intention to separate from Leonard. She grasped Aelia's sleeve tightly, her face betraying anxiety and concern. “Madam, do you really want to sever ties with the Lord of the Fortress… completely?” Her voice trembled as if guarding an unwilling past. “Though the Lord has changed, after all these ten years… Madam, you still have children.”
Aelia gently held her hand; there was no anger in her eyes—only a softness that seemed capable of transcending time. “Qin Si, I understand your worries. I appreciate you standing by me during my hardest times. But now, I only want to give Luna a clear and steadfast future.”
Tears welled up in Qin Si's eyes as she buried her head into Aelia's shoulder and sobbed softly, “Madam, I will always be by your side, no matter where you go or what you do.”
In that moment of silence between them, their hearts intertwined like threads—a small fire providing warmth in the depths of night; lonely yet resolute.
The wind outside began to rise, signaling that this past would be ruthlessly overturned.
When Leonard strode into the Main Hall, his Magic Robe billowed dramatically around him as his fury was laid bare on his face. The Jin Bian Hem shone brightly; the aura of the Lord of the Frost Fortress erupted before everyone present.
“Aelia! You want to divorce me?” His voice thundered like crashing waves, and his gaze seemed capable of tearing through walls.
Aelia stood in the center of the carpet, holding her daughter tightly, her expression cold yet resolute. "From the moment you betrayed this family, there has been no marriage between us."
As her words fell, the air suddenly felt thin.
Leonard's eyes twitched violently, a cold smirk curling at the corners of his lips. "Don't you care about the child? About the family? Aelia, you are too naive."
His voice grew colder with each word, and the Magic Aura behind him stirred ominously. But his elder brother had already risen, the tattered Robe rustling in the wind.
He stepped forward slowly, yet his movements were as steady as a mountain.
"You can insult me, but do not show your power in front of Mother."
The Second Brother's magic cried out in his palms, while Brother San stood beside Qin Si in a defensive stance—none of them showed any sign of retreating.
The atmosphere was taut like a drawn bowstring, as if it would snap at any moment.
Suddenly, a tender yet firm Child's Voice broke through the silence.
"Luna... has power." Luna's voice was still unrefined, but she struggled to articulate each word, her innocence hiding an unexpected steadiness for her age.
She raised her small hand, and a swirl of Silver White Magic Energy rose from her palm, with starlight faintly shimmering within it.
The hall fell silent; everyone froze—this Magical Fluctuation was far beyond what an infant could unleash.
It even bore some resemblance to the ancient family magic seal from legends—a power sealed a hundred years ago that was strong enough to alter the fate of the Magic Castle.
Aelia's heart jolted as she tightened her hold on her daughter.
The elder brother's voice trembled slightly. "Is this... the Clan Mark?"
Leonard's pupils contracted; he seemed about to say something but was abruptly silenced by contemplation.
No one answered.
The lights in the hall flickered slightly amidst the commotion, and Luna's Magic Energy did not dissipate; instead, it grew even brighter.
She gazed at everyone with clear eyes as if she wanted to say more but suddenly fell silent, biting her small finger in thought.
In the corner, Qin Si frowned slightly, as if recalling some old tale.
Brother San furrowed his brow and instinctively looked toward the distant window of the west tower of the Magic Castle that was never opened.
Behind them, a crow with white feathers and a black core landed silently on the Window Lattice—a jarring yet fitting interruption to the silence.
Aelia lifted Luna into her arms and cast a deep gaze at Leonard. Her tone was cool and calm. "Do you have anything... to explain?"
What answered her was a brief silence—and Leonard’s eyes revealed a fleeting panic.
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