"Hmm!!?"
In the Mirror Space, Teresa, with her head lowered and shoulders hunched, let out a small, faint whimper like a buzzing of a mosquito.
The mixed-blood girl was in chaos.
Who am I? Where am I?
This place... What on earth is this place?
She felt as if she hadn't fully woken up.
She was clearly by the lake in the Elda Territory, humming a song and washing up, so how did she suddenly end up in another space?
This bewildering ambush was comparable to "taking the wife out of the city, eating hotpot and singing a song, and suddenly being robbed by bandits."
No warning at all, not the slightest reservation.
Just like that, she appeared, drenched (physically wet), in a completely unfamiliar and eerie space.
And all around her were mirror surfaces, reflecting her current bewildered look from every angle, with no blind spots.
Confused, helpless, weak...
Moreover, since she had just finished washing by the water, she was dressed very lightly, wearing only a white silk nightgown she got from Lord Miser.
But it had gotten wet when she crossed the water, and the scenery hidden beneath the white dress was faintly visible.
The girl, upon seeing her reflection in the mirror, suddenly realized, clasped her chest in her arms, squeezed her legs together, and hunched her body.
!!!
However, what gave her a bit of reassurance was seeing a familiar figure in this eerie space—that man.
The hero in her heart, the true Knight!
Thank goodness, it's Lord Herbert!
She's saved!
Teresa slightly straightened her back, about to ask Herbert about the situation, but as soon as she opened her mouth, she realized things were not as she thought.
"Uh, Herbert... Lord?"
The scene before her made Teresa's young heart sowhat conflicted—Herbert wasn't even looking at her.
This man wasn't paying any attention to her freshly-bathed figure, but was instead gazing thoughtfully at his right hand, occasionally nodding and showing a look of admiration.
You, you could at least look at !
And why are you nodding at your right hand?
After tentatively calling out softly several tis without getting a response, Teresa finally gave up and silently remained quiet.
She hesitated for a mont, then moved to Herbert's side, half-squatting on the ground, clinging to his leg with a pitiful and helpless look.
Upon seeing the black-winged Angel with four arms over there, Teresa instinctively felt unease.
That was a... very terrifying existence.
It was as if she had encountered so kind of natural enemy, and she could only find a bit of solace by hiding behind Herbert.
Luckily, Herbert was here, or else the timid girl might have completely broken down.
.
.
"..."
Actually, Herbert had noticed Teresa's actions, but he had no heart to comfort her, being preoccupied with his thoughts.
"..."
After Lukalia ntioned the capability of her true form, Herbert indeed had a lot of associations.
"A Magic Mirror that can only show what the heart desires—this ability feels sowhat familiar?"
There are quite a few treasures with similar abilities, the most fitting of which is a famous Magic Mirror—the Eris Magic Mirror.
It's a mirror that can reflect the desires in the heart of the one looking into it, the ultimate test of purity of heart.
But judging from the results, there truly seed to be differences between the two—and quite substantial ones at that.
After all, that Magic Mirror can only project images, it doesn't actually manifest the desired things.
Otherwise, a certain Wizard who lost an ear could cast the Patronus Charm again, and a certain prophesied child wouldn't have to keep being an orphan... ahem!
Outside those insensitive Hell jokes floating in his mind, nurous thoughts were indeed flashing through Herbert's mind.
He was quite excited now.
Did you see that?
What did this Magic Mirror just do!?
First, he monitored many people's every move via the Magic Mirror in real-ti and could even affect them to a certain extent.
This ability was already quite decent, akin to the Crystal Ball image in classic Witch depictions, reflecting the picture of those one thinks of.
But the truly absurd part was his final, spontaneous bold attempt.
Herbert had an idea flash in his mind, Herbert tried it out, and Herbert... succeeded in pulling soone out of the image!
Long-distance retrieval!
No, that's not right.
This should be... Live Transmutation!!?
Teleportation?
And just what place is this?
The Misty Monastery, Third Commandnt Hall... this is the prison holding powerful Monster Girls.
Even Epic Level Monster Girls like Luhier and Lukalia couldn't escape!
But what did he just do?
He actually directly breached the multiple defenses of the Third Commandnt Hall, extending his hand into the Elda Territory.
And the Elda Territory isn't just any place.
It's a divine forbidden zone, the true perilous abyss, whose fog has blocked countless people.
Yet, just now, even that mysterious mist couldn't stop Herbert's aquatic ape behavior.
Completely didn't block it!
What kind of exaggerated ability is this!!?
If he hadn't guessed wrong, the upper limit of this ability would be even more exaggerated!
One might even say, it could...
Ring.
When Herbert reached the peak of his excitent, a refreshing clarity passed through his mind, forcibly suppressing his excitent.
His eyes regained clarity, and he silently shook his head: "No, no, it's too soon to jump to conclusions this early."
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