"Shut up!"
"Oh, are you scolding ? Are you angry out of sha? I knew it, you're secretly in love with !"
"Tsk! I already told you that's not it!"
"It is~ it is~"
"No! No, ah! Ahhhhh—shut up!"
After being pestered by Herbert for a while, Lukalia finally broke down, glaring angrily at the annoying boy in front of her.
"You! Shut up!"
Frustrated, she tugged at her hair and finally couldn't hold back, yelling in anger: "Stop! What will it take for you to leave alone?"
Let be, I beg of you.
Stop bothering .
What did I do wrong?
I can change, isn't that enough?
I can change—
"Leave you alone?"
Seeing that she finally responded seriously, Herbert smiled with squinted eyes, raised an eyebrow, and retorted, "How is it not leaving you alone? Clearly, it's you who won't leave alone, isn't it?"
"After all, the one constantly watching soone else's every move...is you, not ."
Upon hearing this, Lukalia's montum instantly subsided.
"Ah, well...there are many reasons for that, the truth isn't what you think, um."
Knowing she was at fault, she pressed her lips together, her gaze starting to wander, thinking of avoiding this awkward question.
But awkwardly, there were too many mirrors in the Mirror Space, and no matter where she looked, she could see Herbert's amused gaze looking back at her.
If it were anyone else, Lukalia could pretend to be their shadow and hide away...
But now, her true self was exposed before Herbert, and she could no longer hide herself.
Her disguise was utterly transparent to Herbert, unable to hide a thing, she had to face the silent interrogation of his gaze.
No, this interrogation wasn't "silent" at all.
It was quite noisy.
Herbert pressed his advantage, with a kindly smile, asking, "Since the truth isn't what I said, why don't you explain it to ?"
He pursued the enemy with courage, not seeking fa by imitating false heroes.
Hit the dog when it's down, folks!
Charge! Charge! Charge!
"Lukalia, I'm not an idiot, you don't have to treat like so dumb child."
"You know better than I do what the ability you ntioned really ans."
Herbert's expression turned slightly serious as he said, "If everything you said is true, then I will completely lose privacy before you."
Lukalia could see Herbert's every move from every mirror.
This ability...frankly, was beyond Herbert's expectations.
Furthermore, Lukalia's definition of mirrors was very vague—not necessarily a true mirror surface.
Since the surface of a calm lake could be considered a mirror, then could a reflecting eye also be considered a mirror?
If so...
It would an that Lukalia could see Herbert through others' eyes at any ti and place.
If it really ca to that, then this ability would be terrifyingly dangerous.
Unleashing the box.
This was the constant unleashing of the box!
Being able to open your cara anyti, anywhere, to see what you're up to, even secretly recording it as blackmail material.
How will we virtual strears cope with this!?
This ability sounded like the kind of exploit used in certain gas to forcibly control caras, capturing special footage to blackmail respectable people.
It had the feeling of, "Madam, you wouldn't want your husband to know about this, would you?"
"So, my dear voyeur miss,"
Herbert retracted his playful smile and gently shook his head, slowly asking, "Can you tell what exactly you intend to do with this ability?"
"Or, to put it more bluntly, what do you plan to do to ?"
"What benefit does monitoring bring to you?"
Confess and be lenient, resist and be strict.
Tell , what are your plans for ?
"...Tsk."
At this mont, Lukalia no longer broke down, looking at Herbert with a rather complex expression, sighed slightly, shaking her head, "…you're smarter than I thought."
The Mirror Elf shook the shattered mirror wings behind her, fluttering lightly, circling Herbert once, sizing him up.
She muttered, complaining softly, "Herbert, why do you have to be so smart?"
"Your reaction is too fast, isn't it? I thought it would take you longer to understand what's happening."
"And since it's not sothing that harms you, do you really have to figure it out?"
Lukalia huffed, pouting, "You should understand a bit, sotis not knowing the truth is the best choice, staying in the dark can sotis be a kind of happiness."
As the saying goes, ignorance is bliss.
Often, not figuring things out, or deliberately leaving things unclear, is a good ans of self-preservation.
Turning a blind eye, everyone has a tacit understanding.
In other words—close enough.
Faced with Lukalia's dissatisfaction, Herbert rely smiled faintly, without words of mockery nor any further explanations.
"Hehe~"
Herbert was not the kind of headstrong fool who didn't understand this thod.
He not only understood it, but understood it very well!
In the Archbishop's presence, he was quite good at "playing dumb", disguising excellently.
And the Archbishop was similarly a master of this art, with performance so seasoned and profound that not a hint of flaw could be seen.
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