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The wind carried dust as it swept across the cobblestone path, and Luna quietly nestled in Aelia's embrace, her delicate face half-buried in the cloak. Yet, her clear eyes, almost glowing with light, remained fixed on the Refugees leading the way ahead.
This journey was fraught with mysteries, and she could sense that someone was deliberately guiding them toward a certain outcome. But more pressing was the crack within the Glorious Demon Fortress. Luna could no longer wait.
That night, she quietly summoned Qin Si to the edge of the camp, using a bag of provisions as an excuse to lead her behind a temporary tent.
"Sister Qin Si," her voice was soft yet tinged with an undeniable chill, "have you... seen Lord frequently visiting the East Wing's side pavilion lately?"
Qin Si paused in surprise. "East Wing? That place is nearly falling apart; usually only Lady Raven goes there—wait..." She abruptly fell silent, her face paling in an instant.
Luna gently lifted her head, looking earnestly into Qin Si's eyes as she spoke the words that could overturn everything: "Lady Raven does not bear the surname Glory. Leonard's heart has never belonged solely to Lady Aelia."
A cold wind seemed to sweep from her back to her fingertips, draining the color from Qin Si's face. As a Personal Maid, she had harbored suspicions before, but she dared not believe them.
"How do you know..." Her voice trembled, almost pleading for this to be a mere joke.
Luna did not answer but handed over a small scroll sealed with Huo Qi. It contained a footnote from a book she had found—a line of background description that had been overlooked by readers: the transaction between the Lord and the noblewoman.
"Show this to Lady Aelia while there’s still time..."
The next morning, sunlight glimmered on the morning mist like gold. Qin Si finally gathered her courage and knelt before Aelia, her knees nearly crashing against the stone bricks.
"Madam, Raven is not an ordinary noblewoman." She lowered her head, trembling fingers quietly passing the paper.
Aelia was just applying balm to her cracked skin caused by the wind and sand when she heard this. Her hand paused, a chill creeping up her palm.
Slowly turning around, confusion flickered in her eyes as she took the scroll.
"Do not say a word," she instructed Qin Si softly before retreating into the tent.
Within moments, sounds of suppressed breakdown echoed from inside.
Crack—was the sound of a copper mirror shattering on the ground.
Aelia knelt there, staring at the paper on her lap, devoid of color. Those sweet words and nightly pretenses of affection—the love she had once prided herself on—were shattered into pieces after just a few precise descriptions on that paper, like the moon sinking to the bottom of a lake, broken beyond repair.
"Why... why did I never notice?" she murmured, emotions swirling in her eyes—sadness, anger, hatred—yet also a sense of awakening clarity.
Her world had collapsed.
On that same day, Luna quietly sought out her elder brother. The young man who had been bedridden for years due to Magic Backlash lay curled up in the quiet room left for him in Magic Castle. Under the dim yellow light, his gaze remained as it had for many years—murky, silent, numb.
"Brother, I can help you."
Luna spoke softly, like an innocent child, yet her tone carried a steadiness that belied her youth, resembling that of a wise elder who had traversed the world.
Her elder brother forced a bitter smile. "Help me? Ha, what is there to save in this body of mine?"
She did not waste words but gently extended her hand. A snow-white palm rose, revealing a faint golden shimmer of Ice Cracks, reminiscent of Ancient Inscriptions, slowly rotating from the center and sending forth a subtle tremor that stirred the soul.
"This is... the Reversal Divine Pattern?!"
He had never witnessed such clarity and purity in Magical Fluctuation before; in that moment, a spark of light ignited in his eyes.
"Your backlash stems from the overlapping explosion of the formation; within your spiritual source lies a fractured reverse array. I can... trace it back."
Luna spoke slowly, her tone imbued with an undeniable firmness.
For seven consecutive nights, Luna stayed by his side without rest, guiding him to construct the Magic Circuit, repeatedly helping him to rediscover the long-lost sensation of magic.
After seven days, the Curse Array that had sealed his magical power quietly crumbled, and a surge of pure magic erupted from his chest—
His elder brother was stunned. As he raised his hand to summon a flame Ice Blade, the long-forgotten spell felt like a blade in his palm; amidst the tremor, tears suddenly filled his eyes.
He stood up, reclaiming the power that belonged to him.
Meanwhile, Luna did not pause. She sought out the Second Brother.
The once-celebrated genius now spent his days drinking and reveling in the tower, appearing utterly self-destructive.
"Are you still waiting for him to explain?" Luna struck at the heart of the matter as she spoke. "You are trapped in a Magic Dilemma because he orchestrated Divine Consciousness Interference."
The Second Brother froze for a moment, but his expression was quickly engulfed by anger and self-reproach.
He had trusted the wrong person. A friend since childhood turned out to be the mastermind behind his downfall!
"Do you have proof?" His voice was hoarse as stone.
"Of course." Luna presented the Magic Residue hidden in the corner of Yellowed Pages, using the Reversal Magic Pattern to point directly at the Dark Web Symbol behind it.
He glanced at it and then at the smiling Xiao Luna, feeling an indescribable mix of emotions swell within him—shame, gratitude, and once again, panic at being trusted by someone else.
He set down the drink in his hand and spent a sleepless night reorganizing the magic symbols he had long abandoned, successfully unlocking an elemental Node he had been unable to control for years and stepping back onto the path of magic.
On the Third Day, Luna found Brother San, whose personality was the most "carefree."
"You are a genius," Luna said while swinging her legs from her perch on a Wooden Frame. "But you've strayed off course."
"Huh? Is that true?" Brother San seemed unconcerned as he poured himself a glass of water. "Isn't my low magical power just due to lack of talent?"
Luna could hardly comprehend this person's stubbornness towards laziness.
"You possess a dual Bloodline—Wind and Nether; these two elements repel each other. If you stubbornly try to learn Ruo Shui Mu Xin, of course you won't succeed—"
After her lecture, Brother San fell unusually silent.
He stared at Baby Luna's serious face and slowly felt tears welling up in his eyes:
"I... I was never useless."
That night, he took out the textbooks he had hidden away for five years and began practicing the Wind Control Technique from the beginning. His movements were clumsy, yet he diligently went through every page without skipping a single one.
Days later, Luna stood at the edge of the camp, watching as night fell.
From within the tent came the sounds of her brother's magical experiments, with wind and thunder clashing like in the days of Glory Returns.
In the distance, Qin Si was speaking softly with Aelia. The once gentle and flawless lady now bore a mix of pity and thinly veiled anger on her face. She stood up and walked step by step toward the center of the road leading to the Magic Castle.
"Qin Si, prepare the Horse-drawn Carriage."
"Madam?"
"I want to go back and reclaim every hypocritical sweet word he gave me."
Luna watched the familiar path with a blank expression before suddenly letting out a low laugh.
"Leonard, this show has begun." Leonard's betrayal had exploded within the Glorious Demon Fortress.
Rumors spread quickly like a spider web, clinging to every stone brick and every Carved Window Lattice, eventually burrowing into everyone's ears.
He stood atop the towering spire, cold sweat beading in his palms as he looked down at the whispering crowd below, feeling their insignificance like ants yet suffocated by their oppressive presence.
He regretted it—not for betraying them, but for being exposed.
He had been too confident, believing he could manipulate everything at will, confident that Aelia would always be that docile Canary.
Now, the Canary's claws were revealed, glinting coldly.
Aelia sat at the dining table where she once shared meals with Leonard; the mahogany surface reflected her pale face.
She rubbed her fingertip ring—the one Leonard had given her when he proposed—once her most treasured possession but now seared into her skin like a branding iron.
She recalled Luna's clear yet profound gaze that day, like an ancient well with no bottom.
Taking a deep breath, she inhaled the familiar scent of roses in the air—the fragrance Leonard loved—now making her feel nauseous.
Suddenly, she stood up and yanked off the tablecloth; silver cutlery clattered to the ground like her shattered heart.
"Qin Si," her voice was icy and devoid of emotion, "go summon the family elders and tell them I have an important announcement." Qin Si looked at Aelia's resolute eyes, his heart trembling as he bowed his head and replied, "Yes, Madam." She turned to leave, her footsteps hurried as if something were chasing her from behind.
Luna sat in her cradle, watching birds fly outside, a barely perceptible smile curling at her lips.
"The good show has only just begun..." she murmured softly before suddenly looking up toward the distance with a hint of confusion in her eyes. "What is that...?"
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