The two of them maintain a rather "ambiguous" relationship, neither willing to cross the line on their own.
So why is Herbert so adamant about figuring out Lukalia's thoughts this ti?
There are two reasons for his actions.
On one hand, he's worried that this forced box-opening ability might interfere with his life, so he's guarding against her.
On the other hand, there's naturally a special purpose.
Their relationship is already developing through constant interaction, so seizing this opportunity to gain more leverage is a gain.
After thoroughly understanding Herbert's stance, Lukalia resignedly explained her actions.
"Alright, alright, I'll confess! Actually, there's no special purpose."
"You're interesting, with quite a unique destiny. I want to witness your [future], docunt your [present], and sing your [past]."
She looked at Herbert and said helplessly, "For this, I've paid a price and perford an ancient ritual, binding myself to you."
The Mirror Demon lady explained in detail, making Herbert nod thoughtfully.
According to Lukalia, when she's watching him, he's also watching her.
Since there's no elent of secrecy, there's no such thing as peeping.
Are you saying... am I the Abyss?
Additionally, although Herbert felt there might be so undisclosed secrets in Lukalia's words, he decided not to delve too deeply.
It's rare to play dumb, isn't it?
In any case, this doesn't sound bad for him.
"It's as if you've gained an Epic-level protector... right!"
By the end of her speech, Lukalia even believed it herself, clapping her hands and nodding vigorously:
"I'm just worried you might die early, so I decided to protect you! Saying it like this, you're the one who profits!"
That's right, that's exactly it!
That's what I planned from the very beginning!
"Uh-huh."
Hearing this, Herbert didn't argue, just nodding with a smile and gazing at her with a half-smile.
Are you treating like Valentina, coaxing?
Do I look so gullible?
Under this gaze, Lukalia knew she couldn't fool him, but could only force herself to stand firm.
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Ultimately, Herbert didn't press further.
He lowered his eyes, looked at the Mirror Elf in front of him, and asked in a gentle voice, "So... do you think it's worth it?"
"Worth it?"
Lukalia found his question strange, focusing on Herbert's eyes.
The mont their pale grey eyes t, it was as if a light had burst forth and vanished between them.
If soone could see their fates intertwining at this mont, they would discover that their streams crossed for the first ti.
The originally unerring rivers were drawn by a great force, heading in the sa direction, endlessly extending into the future.
Lukalia sensed sothing, realizing that after performing the ritual and being seen in her true form, her fate had been tied to Herbert's.
Is this what she initially hoped for?
No.
So, does she resist this outco?
No, she doesn't either.
"Who knows? Is there really such a thing as whether it's worth it?"
The Mirror Demon lady pouted, nonchalantly humming, "I just hope your future actions won't disappoint ."
She hopes to witness a magnificent destiny.
The boy who carried such expectations smiled lightly in response, saying calmly and confidently, "I don't think you'll be too disappointed."
In this world, nothing is more dangerous than the world of the Divine Spirit.
As an ally of Nenasha, his future was destined not to be calm, bound to step into the raging storm.
Lukalia felt the inexplicable strong confidence emanating from Herbert, nodded silently, and then curiously asked, "Speaking of which, aren't you afraid of ?"
"Hmm?"
She made an effort to clarify her point to Herbert: "Now that there's only the two of us, aren't you afraid I'll trap you in the Mirror World?"
Aren't you worried?
Where does Herbert's courage co from?
Is it because of his connections with Valentina and Luhier, or does he really have so underlying confidence?
"Afraid of you? Afraid of what?"
Hearing this, Herbert raised his eyebrows, looking askew at the petite fairy before him, pouting, "Afraid that you'll kill ? Or afraid you'll do sothing untoward to ?"
"In the forr case, I control the Sealing Array. As for the latter... do you think I should be the one scared?"
Shouldn't the one afraid be you?
If you really were just a mirror, then I truly have no special interest and can't do anything disrespectful to a mirror.
But obviously, you're not!
Since you have substance, even if you're divine, I... ahem.
Herbert's bizarre words made Lukalia shiver and dart back into the Ancient Mirror, looking at Herbert in the mirror with a face full of disdain and unease.
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"Haha."
Herbert shook his head and laughed, he was just teasing her; right now, he really didn't intend to do anything—but who knows about the future.
"By the way, didn't you want to bear witness? I happen to have sothing I'd like you to help with."
"What help?" Miss Mirror Demon looked at Herbert cautiously, ready to retreat to the depths of the Mirror World at any ti.
"Just a small favor."
Herbert took out the potion given to him by the Ashen Bishop and shook it in front of the mirror: "I need to drink sothing, could you keep an eye on for a bit?"
Lukalia hesitated for a mont, furrowing her brow after seeing what's inside: "This is... where did you get it from?"
"Oh? You know it?" Herbert seed a bit surprised.
"Know it?"
Lukalia's eyes flickered with a strange light, her expression subtly nuanced: "Silence and Noise, an alchemy potion configured from the blood of a Mirror Demon, has the ability to let one see phantoms in the mirror."
"You're holding this, could it be you're about to..."
Herbert nodded, smiling: "Since you know, it makes things easier. Yes, just as you thought, I'm going to drink it."
"I might face so trials, so I'll trouble you to keep an eye on then."
Since phantoms would appear in the mirror, wouldn't having the Mirror Demon protect him be the perfect fit?
However, Herbert's beautiful plan fell through.
"Sorry, you'll be disappointed. The phantoms you'll see after drinking it can only be seen by yourself. I have no way to help you in the Mirror World."
Lukalia shook her head: "You can only rely on yourself. There's not much I can do, at most I can only ensure you aren't disturbed by other things in the Mirror World."
Miss Mirror Demon was truly powerless to assist with Herbert's request.
"I see... well, that's fine, it's enough."
Herbert thought for a mont, nodding and smiling: "Then I'll trouble you to wake up if I start acting strange."
"That can be arranged." Lukalia did not refuse this not-so-difficult request.
She knew the effects of Silence and Noise and roughly guessed Herbert's intention in doing this.
The Secret Keeper's ritual.
She was also quite curious about Herbert's eventual performance.
Soone like you, with so many secrets, can you truly keep your heart steadfast?
Can you... beco a Secret Keeper?
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At midnight.
Under the watchful eyes of countless mirrored reflections, Herbert opened the potion bottle and drank the Silence and Noise without a mont of hesitation.
He tightly closed his eyes, feeling as though his throat had swallowed both fire and ice, wanting to scream out.
Clenching his fists, he barely managed to endure it.
Herbert knew that it was rely a psychological illusion—because he wasn't afraid of real flas.
They were the heat of lies.
They were the chill of truth.
This was the first test.
To endure the desire to flee from the heat of the lies and withstand the company of the cold truth.
"..."
Monts later, as the feeling in his throat gradually faded, Herbert understood that he had successfully entered the next phase.
"Then, the second phase, it should be the phantoms, right?"
"Who will appear, I wonder?"
With this thought in mind, Herbert slowly opened his eyes and blinked, showing a rather relieved smile.
"Well, it's you, after all."
He saw a person who shouldn't be here—Valentina.
Miss Hungry Dragon puffed her cheeks, looking at him with dissatisfaction, huffing, "Herbert, why did you leave alone again?"
"Why are you here again? Co on, let's go eat sothing, I'm hungry again..."
She naturally walked forward intending to hold hands, but Herbert gently avoided her.
"Hmm?"
The young man smiled at the phantom before him, with no tenderness in his eyes, speaking in a rather cold tone:
"Go away."
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