It was a giant oval mirror exuding an ancient aura, resembling a full-length mirror used for dressing up, but larger than an ordinary door, like a massive wall.
The obsidian-like fra was carved with silver vines, the decorations flowing with a mithril sheen, as if once brimming with vibrant life force.
The vines stretched out like the work of a supre power, rather than the creation of re mortals.
The ancient mirror of black and silver gently floated within the Mirror Space, emitting a faint dim light, illuminating a patch of darkness.
After being accustod to the formidable or terrifying forms of Monster Girls, Herbert couldn't help but feel a sense of "simplicity" upon seeing this ancient mirror.
Though never doubting Lukalia's strength, this appearance... is just too inconspicuous, isn't it?
Seeing the thoughts in Herbert's eyes, Lukalia couldn't help but complain, "Hey! What's with that look? Don't show such a disappointed expression towards my true form!"
I'm just a mirror, so what?
What did the mirror do to you!!?
"No, I'm not too disappointed, it's just that this appearance is a bit too... hmm, Luhier, what do you think?"
For a mont, Herbert couldn't think of a suitable adjective and was ready to have the forthright guard speak for him.
However, the previously obedient and sensible Fallen Angels lady didn't respond.
"Hmm?"
Herbert turned his head to look at Luhier, only to find her staring at the mirror with a complex expression, completely absorbed, with traces of liquid seeping from under her black veil.
What!!?
Is Luhier actually crying?
"Luhier!"
Shocked, Herbert hurriedly intended to wake her.
"I advise you not to disturb her now."
The calm voice of the Mirror Demon made Herbert pause his movents.
"She probably saw sothing she's long desired. Even if it's you, interrupting her might earn you a bitter resentnt, though unspoken."
Herbert frowned slightly, slowly withdrawing his hand, looking at the half mirror in his hand, he asked, "What did Luhier see?"
Was it sothing Lukalia did?
Is this her trump card? Forcibly controlling Luhier through so thod?
However, the Mirror Demon lady didn't take this opportunity to attack Herbert, instead, she rely shrugged indifferently, "Who knows?"
"Everyone who sees my true form only sees what they desire. How would I know what she's longing for?"
Lukalia nonchalantly tossed aside the Fallen Angels she had been "licking" for a long ti and enthusiastically stared at Herbert, asking, "Instead of worrying about her, why don't you care about yourself?"
"?"
Herbert blinked, tilting his head curiously, "What about ?"
What's wrong?
"Yes, you! What's going on with you?"
Lukalia stared intently at Herbert, trying to find clues about him, puzzled, "What did you see? Why are you completely unaffected?"
Really strange.
At this mont, Lukalia's curiosity about Herbert officially surpassed her curiosity about Luhier.
This boy has a secret.
A big secret!
Even this special Epic Fallen Angels would be affected by her innate talent, yet this boy completely disregarded it.
"You didn't see anything?"
Lukalia hesitated, saying mysteriously, "Could it be... you actually have no desires at all?"
Impossible, right?
Could it be my talent malfunctioned?
How could this guy not have any desires!
"You're talking about ? I..."
Upon hearing this, Herbert glanced at the Ancient Mirror, where the previously reflectionless surface finally reacted.
"...Huh?"
After looking for a mont, Herbert hesitated slightly, letting out a soft sound of surprise, asking rather uncertainly, "Um, although unlikely, let ask anyway... cough, is this mirror actually a surveillance cara?"
"What?"
The Mirror Demon lady looked puzzled, not understanding what Herbert ant.
"I an... why are there so many images?" Herbert asked puzzled.
At this mont, Herbert felt as if he had skipped decades of detours, directly entering a community, becoming a security guard chief watching surveillance in a monitoring room.
In his vision, the mirror's image was divided into several completely different scenes, all of which were live videos.
A sleeping Valentina smacking her lips, Fremay spewing water like a fountain sculpture, Eliza with her head stuck in a Holy Blood jar licking, Kreti writing long poetic curses against Demons, and Flora coldly observing everything from the shadows behind her... and several fragnted small images.
And that one... huh? Is this Svanni's true form?
A tan-skinned Elf girl was fiddling with various models and sizes of "Svanni" bodies.
Although every Svanni shared the sa face, each differed in details, giving off different vibes.
When Herbert looked at her intently, the image automatically zood in while other images shrank and faded, just like surveillance footage.
anwhile, Svanni was the only one to react specially.
Svanni instinctively frowned, cautiously looking around, trying to locate the peeping gaze.
After carefully surveying her surroundings, she slightly lifted her head and directly "looked" at Herbert!
!!?
The feeling of being caught peeping made Herbert instinctively exit the focused state, returning to the previous multi-screen view.
Did Svanni notice?
Herbert hesitated for a mont, then quickly realized sothing was wrong.
No, wait!
The real point is—this is actually a real-ti broadcast!!?
Herbert withdrew his gaze, asking in a serious tone, "Did you see that? She seems to have noticed!"
Herbert was serious, but Lukalia remained indifferent, "Herbert, I told you, a mirror can't see itself."
"The Mirror Demon can only live depending on others' reflections, mimicking their actions, unable to see itself."
"If you truly want to help you understand, you should tell now—what did you see?"
"I saw... wait, what is that?"
Herbert looked again at the Ancient Mirror, focusing on a sowhat unfamiliar scene.
It was—Elda!!?
In the scene, the mixed-blood girl Teresa reverted to her normal human form, sitting cross-legged by the water gently combing her hair.
The girl by the water, it should have been a beautiful scene.
However, upon seeing this scene, an odd thought suddenly arose in Herbert's mind—reach out.
"..."
He hesitated for a mont, then without thinking, he directly reached towards the mirror.
Without any resistance, Herbert's hand actually subrged into the mirror, no, that's not right!
It—directly appeared within the scene!
Herbert's hand reached out from beside the water, just centiters behind Teresa!
Splash.
The subtle sound of water broke the silence by the water, making the girl humming softly while combing her hair faintly notice sothing.
"Hmm? What's that sound?" she wondered, about to turn her head to look.
And just as Teresa was about to turn, the hand behind her abruptly moved forward, grabbing her waist and pulling her directly into the water.
Splash!
"Wha—ah!!?"
...
"Hiss!"
Herbert and the girl he had snatched faced each other, he couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air, tentatively greeting.
"...Uh, hi?"
!!?
"Uh, uh!"
Suddenly thrown off guard, Teresa was utterly confused, unable to form coherent words.
"I, um, ah!!?"
Herbert watched the girl's stuttering confusion, suddenly cald down, and a thought couldn't help but flash through his mind.
So, this is what it feels like to be a water demon?
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