Chapter 421: Black Magic
"Not just that," she added, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked at Tracy more closely. "Your luck... has been taken away."
"...Taken away?"
Tracy frowned, her voice barely above a whisper. Lana’s gaze lingered on her.
The first time she had met Tracy, she had only seen a soft white aura, gentle, kind, but otherwise ordinary.
But now... now that she was truly looking, she noticed something else.
Hidden within that white aura were tiny, strange specks.
They were white too...but far brighter. Like stars scattered across a pale sky.
At first glance, they looked beautiful. But the longer she stared... The more unnatural they seemed.
Too bright. Too sharp.Almost... glaring.
’These aren’t natural...’ Lana thought, her expression turning grim. ’They’re remnants... traces of something that was taken...’
She inhaled deeply and spoke, her voice calm yet heavy with truth.
"That relative of yours... swapped her average luck with your good luck."
The room fell silent.
"She took it when she was still in the orphanage," Lana continued. "After that, her life changed completely. Everything she has now... came from that stolen fortune."
She paused briefly, then added softly, "If your luck hadn’t been taken... your life would have been very different."
Her eyes seemed distant for a moment, as if she were looking into another world.
"You would have met a wealthy couple... become close to them... and eventually fallen in love with their son."
Her voice softened. "And the two of you... would have lived a very beautiful life."
Tracy didn’t respond. She just sat there. Silent. Still.
Lana didn’t rush her. In truth, she had already confirmed everything.
The moment she had asked for Tracy’s birth details, she had sent them to an expert in fate and luck transfer, Fay.
When the reply came, it confirmed everything. Tracy’s luck had been stolen... long ago.
And when Lana read that message...she had seen it.
A fleeting vision of what Tracy’s life could have been.
Now, looking at Tracy again, she said softly, "Don’t let it shock you too much..."
But... Tracy’s reaction was not what she expected.
There was no outburst. No disbelief. No anger.
Instead, Tracy lowered her gaze slightly and spoke in a quiet, steady voice, "I’m not... that shocked."
Lana blinked, genuinely stunned. Tracy gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile.
"Maybe it sounds like I’ve had bad luck," she said slowly, "but... my life hasn’t been that terrible."
Her eyes softened.
"I have a husband who loves me. Even if he’s not always around... I’m still happy with what I have."
She paused, then added gently, "Maybe my life isn’t perfect... but it’s enough."
Lana stared at her, speechless.
’This... is the first time I’ve seen someone react like this...’
Then Tracy continued, lifting her head slightly, her gaze clear.
"As for my relative... I don’t want revenge."
Her voice was calm, but firm. "I just want justice."
Lana held her gaze for a moment, then slowly nodded.
"Justice..." she repeated softly.
Then her expression hardened slightly.
"As for the black magic," she said, "if I’m not wrong... your relative is the one behind it."
Tracy frowned, confusion and disbelief flickering across her face.
"But... she already took my luck," she said. "Why would she still want my life?"
Lana let out a quiet chuckle, though there was no amusement in it.
"Because there’s a limit."
She stepped closer, her tone turning more analytical.
"In a lifetime, a person can only steal a certain amount of another person’s luck."
She raised a finger slightly.
"For example... if you originally had a hundred points of luck, the maximum someone could take in one exchange would be ninety."
Tracy fell silent, absorbing her words.
Lana continued, her voice lowering, "The remaining ten percent... cannot be taken so easily."
She paused. "Either the original owner has to die...or the caster must change targets."
Tracy’s breath hitched slightly.
"...So if I die... she gets the remaining ten percent?" she asked quietly.
Lana nodded faintly. "Yes."
Then she added, her eyes narrowing slightly, "But there’s another limitation. A person can only perform luck-stealing three times in their entire life."
Tracy’s eyes widened.
"So most likely... your cousin has already used it before you."
Silence filled the room again.
Lana looked at her and said quietly, "I won’t say more than this... but think about it."
Her voice turned colder.
"If that last ten percent is valuable enough... she would do anything to get it."
A faint chill crept into the air again, though this time it wasn’t from the house.
"It explains everything," Lana continued. "Why you’re being targeted... why you’re seeing things..."
Her gaze sharpened. "She doesn’t want to kill you directly."
A pause. "She wants to make everyone believe you’ve lost your mind."
Tracy’s fingers tightened slightly. "And then..."
Lana’s voice dropped to a whisper.
"...have you locked away somewhere no one would question your death."
Hearing those words, Tracy’s eyes widened, her pupils trembling as a memory suddenly surfaced in her mind like something long buried clawing its way back.
Her body stiffened. ’I... remember...’
Her husband’s voice echoed faintly in her ears...
"...Your cousin... she’s been acting strange lately... she kept bringing up mental asylums..."
A cold chill ran down her spine. She froze completely.
Her fingers curled into tight fists as she looked at Lana, her voice trembling but determined, "I... want to file charges against her."
Lana met her gaze and nodded without hesitation. "Alright. But first, we’ll need to gather evidence."
Her tone turned practical, calm and composed.
"As for the black magic... I’ll call someone from my connections to handle it."
Tracy gave a small, grateful smile, her eyes slightly moist. "Thank you..."
Her voice was barely above a whisper. Lana simply smiled in return, her expression gentle.
After settling everything for Tracy, Lana returned.
She made a few calls, passed along necessary details, and even left behind contact numbers to ensure everything could proceed smoothly.
Meanwhile, when she followed up on her previous case, the client replied cheerfully, "I already left you a five-star review."