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The arrival of the winter vacation means that they each return home, and Garys is particularly hurried. He needs to rush back to the castle to dispel the disguise spell on him and restore his true appearance as Guilas. He knows that only in the secret room of the castle can he completely let go of all disguises and spend the holiday with his daughter Arya.
Garys stands in front of the highest tower of the castle, takes a deep breath of the cold air, and gently waves the magic wand in his hand. The gate of time and space slowly opens, and he steps into it, his figure gradually disappearing. When he reappears, he is in a spacious and quaint room in the castle. He puts down his luggage, lets the disguise spell be lifted, and the imposing demon lord Demon Lord Gulas appears once again.
At this moment, Guilas looks more mature and dignified than Garys. His eyes not only have the sharpness of a warrior, but also the tenderness of a father. He eagerly walks towards another room where his daughter Arya is playing.
"Daddy!" Arya rushes to Guilas as soon as she sees him, her face full of joy and anticipation.
Guilas squatted down and embraced her, "My little princess, how have you been?"
"I've learned a lot of magic, Daddy, I want to show you!" Arya excitedly pulled Guilas's hand and led him to a small workshop set up with various magic experiments.
Watching Arya display her magic, Guilas felt a sense of pride and love in his heart.
Despite the external pressures and threats that always existed, in this moment, he felt an unprecedented peace and happiness. No matter how many difficulties and challenges the future may hold, he would fight relentlessly for this small existence, without any regrets.
As Arya stepped through the ancient castle threshold, a warm breeze mixed with the scent of roses and lavender greeted her. Inside the castle, Guilas had meticulously prepared a grand welcome banquet, with the courtyard adorned with countless shimmering magic lanterns that illuminated the night as bright as day.
"Arya, my darling, welcome home," Guilas said warmly and affectionately, opening his arms to catch Arya as she ran towards him.
Arya threw herself into Guilas' embrace, her face filled with uncontrollable excitement and joy. "Dad, I'm back! Life at the academy is amazing, but I still love home the most."
At the evening banquet, the long table was filled with a variety of delicacies, from the Phoenix Roaster to the silver leaf salad dipped in starlight dew, each dish was a work of art crafted with care, full of the unique flavor of the Magical world.
Guilas led Arya aside and showed her a series of exquisite gifts. Each gift contained special magic, from a glowing flower crown for nighttime to a versatile magic cloak. Arya was particularly fond of a dainty necklace set with a sapphire, which could sound an alarm when danger approached.
"These gifts were all carefully chosen for you, each with its own unique story and power," Guilas explained while observing Arya's reaction.
As Arya tried on the new clothes, with each change, Guilas looked on with admiration and pride. "You look beautiful in everything you wear, Arya, truly my little princess."
As the cold wind howled through the ancient stone walls of the castle, a meaningful reunion unfolded in the castle's great hall. Guilas stood in the center of the hall, gazing softly at each arriving Warlock. Maxi, Eleanora, Morris, Lilith, and Valentine, the loyal Warlocks who had been secretly protecting Arya, finally gathered together on this winter night.
Arya greeted them, her face filled with uncontainable joy. She first rushed into Maxi's broad embrace, and Maxi gently lifted the small girl, his eyes filled with unspoken protectiveness. "Little princess, we've been thinking of you every day."
Turning to Eleanora, Arya admired her dark green long hair, the kind of soft beauty she had always dreamed of having. "Eleanora, I missed you too. Your hair is even more beautiful than I remembered."
Morris, with a scholarly smile, handed Arya an ancient spellbook. "I found this during my travels, it contains some unique protective spells. I believe you will find it useful." His tone carried a gentle, teacher-like quality.
Lilith and Valentine each presented their gifts. Lilith gave a set of hand-woven magic gloves, while Valentine offered a small protective magical item symbolizing steadfastness and loyalty.
The banquet proceeded amidst laughter and joy, with each Warlock taking turns to recount their wondrous experiences in Arya's absence and how they covertly monitored and protected her safety. Arya listened with great interest, occasionally interjecting, asking questions, or marveling at their adventurous stories. When a particularly perilous protection mission was mentioned, a hint of worry flashed in Arya's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by the reassurances and laughter of the group.
"You are all really brave. Sometimes I wish I could face danger like you do," Arya said with a hint of envy.
Morris shook his head gently and looked at her seriously. "Arya, you have your own courage. Learning and growing at the academy every day is also a kind of bravery. Our role is to protect, while your role is to learn and shine."
After the banquet, everyone moved to the castle's garden. Bathed in moonlight, Guilas led Arya and her Warlocks to a secluded pavilion. Their conversation gradually turned to future plans.
Guilas's voice sounded particularly serious in the night breeze. "The challenges we face will be even more daunting, Arya. Your studies at the academy are crucial. And you, my loyal Warlocks, I need you to be even more vigilant in protecting her from any potential threats."
Maxi nodded, his voice firm and resolute. "Guilas, we will always protect Arya and ensure her safety."
Lilith gently touched Arya's shoulder and said softly, "Not only will we protect you, but we will also teach you some self-defense techniques so that you can protect yourself in unavoidable situations."
Valentine, who usually doesn't speak much, spoke at this moment: "Everyone has their own battles, Arya, and we will be your strongest support when you need it."
At the end of the meeting, Arya felt a sense of responsibility she had never experienced before. She knew that her growth was not just a personal matter, but also involved everyone who relied on and protected her. She bowed deeply to each Warlock, determination shining in her eyes.
"Thank you all, I won't let you down." Arya's voice was firm and clear, echoing in the cold and starry night sky.
That night, the castle was filled not only with laughter and joy, but also with anticipation and vows for the future. Everyone knew that this was not just the end of a banquet, but the beginning of new challenges and adventures.
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