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Luna, the seemingly harmless Infant Girl, harbored wisdom beyond her years within.
Her large blue eyes, clear as water, sparkled with a mischievous glint, as if a little fox was concocting some clever scheme.
The corners of her small mouth curled up slightly, forming a proud arc as she secretly plotted: Hmph, Leonard, your good days are over!
She deliberately led a colorful Magic Butterfly to the window of Leonard's study while playing.
This butterfly was no ordinary creature; it had been secretly enchanted by Luna, its Wings dusted with special magical powder. Once it came into contact with a specific Magic Circle, it would trigger a wave of chaos.
Just as Luna had anticipated, when the Magic Butterfly fluttered into the study and lightly landed on Leonard's Magic Scroll, a subtle Magical Fluctuation rippled through the air.
The magical lights in the study flickered erratically, buzzing with an Electric Current sound that startled Leonard into jumping from his chair, thinking he was under magical attack.
This was just the beginning.
Soon after, strange phenomena began to erupt in other parts of the Magic Castle.
The Magic Fountain in the hall suddenly spewed forth colorful bubbles, resembling an unexpected rainbow downpour; the Magic Portraits in the corridor began to twist and contort, emitting bizarre laughter; pots and pans in the kitchen started to play a noisy symphony on their own...
The entire Magic Castle was thrown into disarray.
The eldest brother leaned on his cane in the corridor, frowning deeply as he gazed at the chaotic scene before him in confusion.
The Second Brother rubbed his Temples, feeling a splitting headache; he couldn't understand why his carefully arranged Magic Circle had suddenly gone haywire.
Brother San looked utterly bewildered; he had never witnessed such an odd spectacle and felt an unsettling sense of foreboding.
“What’s going on? Why has the Magic Castle suddenly become so chaotic?” the eldest brother asked in a deep voice, a hint of unease creeping into his tone.
“I don’t know. It feels like something is interfering with the Magical Energy of the Magic Castle,” Second Brother replied, frowning as he struggled to regain control over the out-of-control Magic Circle, but to no avail.
Brother San stood dumbfounded at the side, unable to utter a word.
He felt as if he were trapped in a fog, unable to see the way forward or find an escape.
Qin Si hurriedly ran through the chaotic hall, her high heels clicking urgently against the Marble Floor, producing a rapid “tap-tap” sound.
Her face was pale, her breath quickened, and beads of sweat formed on her forehead.
“Madam! It’s bad! Something has happened in the Magic Castle!” Qin Si reported breathlessly to Aelia, her voice trembling severely.
Aelia had been pruning flowers in the garden when she heard Qin Si’s report. The scissors in her hand made a sharp “snap” as they cut through the stem of a rose.
She furrowed her brow, set down the scissors, and asked calmly, “Take your time. What happened?”
“The magic in the Magic Castle… it seems to have gone out of control! It’s a complete mess everywhere, and no one knows what’s going on!” Qin Si described the chaos within the Magic Castle in a rush, her words tumbling over one another.
At first, Aelia remained relatively composed while listening to Qin Si's report, but as the news grew more outrageous, her expression gradually darkened.
She pressed her lips tightly together; this was no trivial matter. If the magic system of the Magic Castle went out of control, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Luna hid in a corner, secretly observing everything with a sense of delight in her heart.
The first step of her plan had succeeded!
But she did not give up.
She knew that merely relying on this small chaos was not enough to fully expose Leonard's true nature.
She needed more direct evidence.
So, taking advantage of the confusion among the crowd, Luna quietly slipped the love letter from Leonard to Leonard's Concubine into Aelia's maid's pocket.
The letter, adorned with Leonard's delicate and flowing Tiny Inscriptions, was filled with nauseating content, enough to prove his betrayal of Aelia.
After completing this, Luna clapped her hands, her eyes filled with determination and anticipation.
She knew that the truth would soon be revealed to the world.
Aelia's maid was tidying up clothes when she accidentally felt the envelope in her pocket.
Curiously, she took it out and her face instantly turned pale… "This… this is…" She trembled as she held it, unable to believe what she was seeing.
The maid's face was as white as Parchment as she stumbled toward Aelia, her trembling hand tightly gripping the crumpled letter.
The letter felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, laden with the weight of betrayal.
The chaotic sounds of magic surrounding the castle seemed to fade away as Aelia took the letter, her fingers brushing against the maid's fingers.
In an instant, silence enveloped the surroundings, everyone holding their breath before the storm arrived.
Aelia unfolded the Parchment, and the crisp sound echoed in the sudden stillness of her little world.
Her gaze swept over the familiar handwriting, each carefully penned word felt like a new wound.
What once symbolized Leonard's deep affection had now transformed into a venomous snake of mockery, its poison seeping into her soul.
Her complexion turned pale, drained of all color.
The vibrant tapestry that once brought her solace in the garden now blurred into an indistinguishable mass of colors.
The sweet fragrance of roses that had once intoxicated her now became acrid and cloying in her nostrils.
A low roar emanated from her chest, a primal scream of pain and anger.
She inhaled sharply.
The world she had meticulously built over the years on love and trust shattered in an instant, each fragment reflecting the heartbreaking truth.
She could neither believe nor deny the evidence before her.
This was no cruel joke, nor a nightmare from which she would soon awaken.
This was reality.
The husband she loved dearly, the man she had vowed to stand by for life—Leonard—had betrayed her.
Trust slipped through her numb fingers like a fallen bird drifting to the ground.
Her gaze shifted to the neatly trimmed rosebush, yet it went unnoticed.
The delicate petals that once symbolized their shared love now seemed to mock her with their vibrant beauty.
The chaotic rumors from the castle finally reached Leonard's ears.
A sense of unease crept up his spine, forming a knot of fear in his stomach.
The sudden turmoil, coupled with the unusual silence coming from Aelia's side, made him break out in a cold sweat.
He fidgeted in his chair, the calmness he once possessed beginning to crumble under the weight of guilt.
He knew with cold certainty that the facade he had carefully constructed for his affair was starting to collapse.
He found Aelia sitting motionless beside the Rosebush, her face a mask of frozen sorrow.
He reached out to pull her closer, his voice feigning calmness but sounding stiff.
"Darling, what's wrong? What happened in the castle?"
Aelia flinched at his touch, as if burned by Ailina's fire.
Her eyes, once filled with warmth and love, now sparkled with disappointment and the icy glare of anger.
She pushed him away, her voice low and venomous as she whispered, "Don't touch me."
Leonard staggered back, his heart pounding in his chest like a trapped bird.
That cold rejection, the malice in her words, confirmed his worst fears.
She understood.
In another part of the castle, amidst the chaotic vortex, three figures stood in a tumultuous atmosphere. The initial confusion in their eyes gradually transformed into a dawning realization.
The eldest brother leaned heavily on his cane, intently observing the surrounding chaos of the Magic Vortex. The headache of the Second Brother began to ease as he suddenly stopped rubbing his temples, his expression shifting from confusion to awe.
The youngest brother, initially bewildered by the strange spectacle, now gazed at everything unfolding before him with increasing wonder.
Luna's plan, bold and intricate, was finally becoming clear.
The three exchanged glances filled with both surprise and excitement, a spark of hope igniting within them.
This little infant, their Sister, possessed cunning and wisdom far beyond her years.
Even Lucius, watching the turmoil from a distance, found himself caught in the whirlpool of change.
The frivolity that usually clouded his actions seemed to vanish, replaced by a newfound seriousness.
Though the chaos was unsettling, it appeared to have a peculiar clarifying effect, forcing him to confront his shortcomings and reflect on the consequences of his actions.
He stood quietly, his expression grave, as a seed of responsibility began to sprout in his heart.
Aelia slowly rose to her feet, her movements stiff and mechanical.
The crumpled letter lay forgotten at her feet.
Her eyes were dry, devoid of tears, as she stared blankly at Leonard, her voice flat and cold.
“Tell me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “is it worth it?”
Leonard opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out.
He could only stare at her, his heart sinking into a chasm of guilt.
The afternoon sun lazily spilled over the garden of the Glorious Demon Fortress, and the air was filled with the fragrance of various exotic flowers and Cedar Fragrance.
Little Luna was sitting on her older brother's lap, holding a tuft of grass she had snatched from somewhere, scratching a plump cat nestled in her arms.
“Brother, doesn’t this cat look like that one?” Luna said in her baby voice, her eyes darting toward Aelia, who was chatting with Qin Si not far away.
Her brother, the man confined to a wheelchair due to a Magic Backlash, chuckled helplessly and playfully scratched Luna’s little nose. “What mischief are you up to now, little girl?”
Luna giggled but said nothing, merely gesturing toward Second Brother and Brother San.
Suddenly, she tossed the tuft of grass into the air and chanted, “Go, Pikachu! Oh no, I mean Illusory Colorful Butterfly!”
You wouldn’t believe it; even though this little girl was only a few months old, the soul of a Great Mage within her was undeniable.
Before long, the tuft of grass transformed in mid-air into a swarm of colorful butterflies, fluttering their wings and dancing through the sky.
What a commotion it caused!
The florists in the garden gasped and scattered in all directions; even the previously calm cat became frenzied, jumping around; even Aelia, usually so composed, was startled by this sudden turn of events and frowned as she looked toward Luna.
Luna couldn't help but chuckle to herself. The real show was just beginning!
She deliberately pretended to be scared, bursting into tears, "Butterflies! So many butterflies! Mother, save me!"
Upon hearing this, Aelia's heart ached. She rushed over to pick up Luna, comforting her with hugs and kisses.
But the butterflies seemed determined to bother Luna, swirling around her incessantly, with a few even landing in Aelia's hair.
"Qin Si, quickly chase these butterflies away!" Aelia instructed while shielding Luna.
Qin Si panicked, frantically waving a handkerchief in an attempt to disperse the butterflies.
To their surprise, the more they tried to shoo them away, the more butterflies appeared, some even flying into the nearby Reception Room.
Meanwhile, our unreliable male lead, Leonard, was sitting in the Reception Room, indulging in intimate moments with his concubine.
The sudden influx of butterflies abruptly interrupted his escapade.
Leonard was already feeling guilty about hiding his affair in the Golden House. Now, with the chaos caused by the butterflies, he was even more flustered.
"What’s going on?!" he shouted in a fit of panic, causing his concubine to turn pale with fright.
Just then, Aelia entered the room holding Luna.
She had merely intended to find a quiet place to soothe her child but was taken aback by the scene before her!
There stood Leonard entwined with a scantily clad woman, clothes strewn across the floor in disarray, and an unmistakable air of intimacy lingering in the atmosphere.
Aelia was momentarily struck as if by lightning, standing frozen in place.
She couldn't believe that the husband she loved dearly, the Lord of the Glorious Demon Fortress, had betrayed her!
“Leonard, you... you all...” Aelia's voice trembled, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.
Seeing this, Leonard's face turned pale in an instant. He knew it was all over!
And the instigator of all this—Luna—was lying in Aelia's arms, secretly laughing.
Hmph, scoundrel, this is the consequence of your betrayal!
Of course, Luna also understood that this was just the beginning.
Next, she would use her knowledge of the plot to help Aelia escape her predicament and save the crumbling Glorious Demon Fortress.
After all, she was destined to become the Queen of the Magic Castle!
(Wait a minute, something seems off?)
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