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The deep words of her elder brother fell like a stone into Aelia's calm heart, sending ripples across its surface.
Luna's cries gradually faded, turning into intermittent whimpers. Her small face was streaked with tears, evoking a profound sense of pity.
Aelia gently wiped the tears from her daughter's face, but inside, a storm was brewing.
Her brother's words reminded her of certain signs, details she had deliberately chosen to ignore.
Leonard's recent early departures and late returns, his flickering gaze, his occasional absent-mindedness... Could it be true, as her brother suggested, that Luna's "toothache" had a deeper meaning?
Luna, her little daughter, who should have been innocent and carefree, seemed to possess wisdom beyond her years.
The "special things" she spoke of, those prophetic words that came true time and again, compelled Aelia to take them seriously.
Could it be that this time, Luna's "toothache" was also a hint?
A hint about Leonard?
Aelia's heart sank.
Once this thought took root, it grew wildly like weeds, consuming all her rationality.
She could not believe it, nor did she want to believe that the husband she had shared so many years with, the man she loved deeply, could betray her.
Luna clung tightly to Aelia's hem with her small hand, as if seeking comfort.
Aelia suppressed her unease and gently patted Luna's back, soothingly saying, "Luna dear, don't cry. Tell Mommy where it hurts."
With tear-filled eyes, Luna spoke in a baby voice, "Mommy, Luna dreamed that Daddy was with a bad woman. They don’t want Luna anymore..."
The words struck Aelia like a bolt from the blue, shattering her last remaining hopes.
She trembled all over, her face instantly turning pale as if all the blood had drained from it.
A dream?
No, this was no dream at all!
This was Luna's prophecy, a hint of her betrayal of Leonard!
Aelia's breath quickened, her chest rising and falling violently as she felt her world collapsing. The happiness she had painstakingly built over the years vanished in an instant.
She bit her lips tightly, struggling to hold back the tears that threatened to spill, determined not to let them fall in front of the child.
"Madam, are you alright?" Qin Si asked with concern, having keenly sensed Aelia's distress.
Aelia took a deep breath, trying to maintain her composure. She shook her head and forced a faint smile. "I'm fine, just a bit tired."
Meanwhile, her elder brother was shining brightly in the Magic Arena, winning three championships in a row and bringing unparalleled glory to the Glorious Demon Fortress.
His dashing figure and agile movements captivated everyone.
Who would have thought that just a few months ago, he was merely a crippled man due to a Magic Backlash?
All of this was thanks to Luna.
It was she who, with her magical prowess, lifted the curse from her brother, allowing him to shine once more.
Standing on the podium with the trophy symbolizing supreme honor in his hands, his heart was filled with gratitude and pride.
He looked towards the small figure in the crowd, where Luna was happily waving her little hand, her face beaming with a radiant smile.
A faint smile tugged at the corner of his elder brother's mouth. "Luna, thank you!"
The Second Brother fell into deep reflection.
He recalled being deceived by a close friend, trapped in the Magic Dilemma, and remembered the pain and struggles he once faced.
Without Luna, he might still be stuck in that quagmire, unable to escape.
Her presence was like a ray of sunshine that illuminated his dark world, giving him the courage to start anew.
He clenched his fists, determination shining in his eyes; he would definitely overcome his difficulties and prove himself again!
Brother San also suddenly realized his past foolishness.
He had once been misled by Talent Misguidance in magic, neglecting his training. Now, seeing his elder brother's achievements, he felt deep regret.
Encouraged by Luna, he reignited his fighting spirit and resolved to train hard to make up for lost time.
Inside the Magic Castle, everything appeared calm on the surface, but beneath it all, turbulent waves were brewing.
Aelia forced a smile, concealing her inner pain and anger.
Leonard was immersed in the joy of victory, completely unaware of the storm that was about to arrive.
As night fell, the Magic Castle was shrouded in tranquility.
Suddenly, a chilling wind swept through, causing the candle flames in the corridor to flicker uncertainly and emit crackling sounds.
A vague figure appeared at the end of the corridor. It was small and frail, its face pale, and a pair of hollow eyes emitted an eerie glow.
It moved slowly, like a ghost wandering in the darkness...
“Who’s there?” a guard noticed the figure and asked warily.
The figure did not respond but let out a chilling laugh before vanishing into the shadows...
The guard's heart sank suddenly, an ominous premonition washing over him... He turned and ran deeper into the castle. “My lady! Something’s wrong! I... I saw…”
Glory Castle's magnificent dining hall, once a stage for lavish feasts and boisterous laughter, now echoed with the jarring sound of shattered porcelain.
A pool of deep red stain spread like an evil flower across the pristine tablecloth, reflecting the burning fury in Aelia's eyes.
Leonard stood opposite her, his face filled with anger and confusion, half a wild chicken carcass discarded on the floor.
“How dare you stand there pretending to be innocent!” Aelia’s usually melodious voice was now filled with furious power.
She could feel betrayal tightening around her heart like cold Demon Binding Shackles, squeezing out every bit of love she once had for this man.
“Aelia, I... I can explain,” Leonard stammered. Under her accusations, his carefully crafted facade began to crumble.
His words tasted as bitter as ashes in his mouth.
He knew that the web of lies he had woven was gradually unraveling.
“Explain?” Aelia scoffed, her sharp and fragile voice sending chills down the spines of nearby servants.
“Explain how your ‘business trips’ just happened to coincide with the blooming season of the southern islands? Explain the rumors I’ve heard, those foolishly dismissed as jealous gossip?”
Every word felt like a Poison Arrow, piercing straight into his heart.
He recoiled, not because of the words themselves, but due to the chilling certainty in her tone.
Damn that child, damn Luna and her unsettling prophecies!
He had once dismissed them as mere fantasies of a child, but now...
"Things are not as you think," he began, but Aelia impatiently waved her hand to interrupt him, a gesture that clearly expressed her disdain.
"Stop insulting me with your lies, Leonard. Even Luna knows the truth." Mentioning their daughter's name thickened the air with tension, underscoring the depth of his betrayal.
At that moment, Qin Si entered the room, her presence like a soothing balm that eased the tension within.
She gently placed her hand on Aelia's trembling shoulders, her gaze filled with unwavering support.
"My lady," she said softly, her tone brimming with concern, "please don't let yourself be upset any longer. Think of the Children."
Aelia closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her body trembling slightly.
Qin Si was right.
She could not afford to break down like this.
Now was not the time.
She had to protect her children and safeguard this castle.
She straightened her back, the fire in her eyes transforming into resolute determination.
"Get out!" she commanded, her voice low and dangerous, her gaze fixed firmly on Leonard.
"Get out and don't ever show up at my door again."
Leonard opened his mouth to protest, to argue, to defend himself, but the look in Aelia's eyes silenced him.
A wave of discomfort washed over him as he realized it was all over.
He turned and walked out, the sound of his footsteps echoing in the corridor, mocking his failure.
Meanwhile, Lucius furrowed his brow, worry etched on his face as he sought out Luna.
He found her in the garden, her small figure sitting on a stone bench, seemingly lost in thought.
"Luna," he said softly as he sat down beside her.
"What happened? Mom seems... different."
Luna looked up at him, her innocent big eyes reflecting a wisdom beyond her years.
"The castle is changing, Lucius," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"We must be strong."
Though Lucius was still young, a strong sense of protectiveness surged within him for his sister.
He instinctively knew that she held the key to their family's future.
"What can we do?" he asked, his voice filled with newfound determination.
Luna grasped his hand, her small fingers surprisingly strong.
"We must protect Mom," she said, her eyes fixed on the tower far away in the castle.
"And we must be prepared..."
As they sat there, planning their next move, a chilling change swept through the entire castle.
A thick, black mist seemed to seep from the abandoned West Wing, beginning to spread through the corridors, carrying with it a putrid stench and a palpable sense of dread.
Within that swirling darkness, grotesque shapes began to emerge—thin, gaunt figures with hollow eyes and gaping mouths.
A guard patrolling the West Wing stumbled upon this horrifying scene.
The black mist swirled around him, dark tendrils stretching out like claws.
As those shadows emerged from the darkness, he recoiled in terror; their silent screams echoed through the empty hall.
He turned to flee, his heart pounding in his chest, but it was too late.
The black mist enveloped him, chilling him to the bone.
He felt icy fingers brush against his skin and heard whispers in his ear, urging him closer, promising... something.
He opened his mouth to cry out but found no sound would come.
The shadows closed in on him, and he vanished into the swirling darkness.
Another guard heard the commotion and cautiously approached the West Wing.
He peered into the darkness, his hand trembling on the hilt of his sword.
"Who’s there?" he shouted, his voice cracking.
A chilling giggle echoed through the mist, sending shivers down his spine.
He took a step back, fear filling his eyes.
Now he could see the small dark figures, their eyes glinting with an unnatural light.
They were closing in, their movements stiff and eerie.
"Help me..." he managed to squeeze out those words, but they were swallowed by the encroaching darkness.
He stumbled backward, reaching for his sword, but it was too late...
From the shadows, a raspy voice whispered, "Join us..."
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