The trees are densely shaded, the flowers are numerous, and the morning light is sprinkled between the occasional gaps.

"What are you thinking," the elven archmage who was leading the way in front suddenly stopped, turned around, tilted his head, and said in a tone full of concern, "little Monia, don't put on such a distressed appearance—it's better not to keep things in your heart all the time, it's better to say it." ”

"No, nothing." The mage hesitated a little in reply, but when she came back to her senses, she added, "It's just ...... Something strange – is this really a mirrored world? ”

Gently touching the delicate flower bones, full of vitality and real.

"Of course," the elven archmage didn't think so much, for an ordinary mage, the existence of mirror space is indeed an out-and-out miracle, and it is not an incomprehensible thing to have confusion about the truth of the world, "What you see, hear, touch, and perceive are all things in mirror space - however, this does not mean that all this is false, they are still real existences, they are the projection of real things, just like inside and outside the mirror, there is some real connection between the mirror and the entity." ”

After a slight pause, she continued: "It's not surprising that you can't see it, it's not some kind of naturally occurring illusion, but a real illusion that I've carefully arranged for each other. Your feelings about the mirror world are not entirely false, but a projection of the real world, and even in this mirrored space, in addition to the most important World Tree nursery, your interference with the projection of this world will also react on the Buddha-figure - although it is a bit arrogant to say this, it is definitely not a boast - even if the legendary mage is here, he may not be able to see through this mirror world as it is. ”

"Good...... It's amazing. Even Monia had a feeling of confusion when she heard this—she was actually just trying to cover up the matter about the Demon Abyss, after all, this thing didn't have much value or meaning to say it now, and it would only add to her troubles. I really didn't expect the elven archmage to publish a long article here, and the theories involved were still so difficult and profound for her, it sounded like a cloud.

"Really?" Mo Ya smiled a little, but he was not without pride, "This theory has taken me a thousand or two thousand years to conceive......"

One or two thousand years...... Monia narrowed her eyes and looked at the other person carefully.

The elven archmage didn't notice that the sentence just now had revealed her age in a sense - the average life expectancy of human beings was less than a hundred, and even if she became the top archmage, it would be difficult to live past the hurdle of five hundred. Although Monia doesn't know about the elves, thinking about one or two thousand years is definitely a long part of life, that is to say......

It's an old witch.

His eyes were unconsciously a little subtle.

"Thinking about something, I always feel that your eyes are a little rude." Mo Ya's brows furrowed slightly, and then stretched, "Forget it, it's not a big deal, anyway, the nursery of the World Tree is almost here, and I'll explain it to you after dealing with these things." ”

"Hmm." There are no grounds for opposition.

The discussion of the topic ended here, and the two sides had no intention of continuing, and walked silently all the way until the shade of the trees disappeared, and the slightly dazzling morning light sprinkled from the sky, and the two of them stopped in unison.

"This is the nursery of the World Tree," said the Elven Archmage, pointing to the pool in front of him that was darker than night and thicker than silt, "It was originally a pool of turquoise water, but now it has been polluted by the invaders—fortunately, it's just a projection, otherwise it would have been a bit of a hassle to deal with." ”

Really...... It's the Demon Abyss.

The mage was not at all surprised by this result.

"Don't move here, it's too early for you to touch this level of power." The Elven Archmage said, her tone was unusually stern - even if she didn't remind her, Monia knew this, the power of the Demon Abyss was indeed not what she was facing, at least until she became an archmage, she definitely avoided it.

If you don't die, you won't die, a proverb that has been handed down from the era of her home planet, she has always kept in mind.

"Hmm." Naturally, he replied.

"That's good." Seeing the solemn appearance of the little mage, Mo Ya nodded, didn't say much, and went about his work. From Monia's point of view, she seems to be depicting a heraldic circle based on two positive and negative triangles—the number three has a wonderful meaning on the continent of Aarons, which is the cornerstone of all things. Therefore, the heraldic based on the positive and negative triangles has many different uses, and it is impossible to guess what type of circle she is depicting until the engraving is complete.

"Repeat three times, cycle."

The Elven Archmage made the final touches and made the final adjustments to the circle—a very large circle of fine and very large shapes in which the entire polluted waters were encased. In the end, Monia only found the basic framework for extracting the coat of arms from the dense lines, and she was completely confused as to what other coats of arms were involved.

"No problem." Moya whispered to himself as he watched the aether flowing in straight or curved lines as the circle was in motion, and then slowly walked from the outside world isolated by the three rings to the inside, half-crouching, his fingers slightly spread, pressing on the empty space where he was standing—and then, like a stone submerged in the surface of a lake, a ripple rippled, and the world took on an abnormal distortion, black and blue mixed together, spinning in a dazzling manner.

Finally—the elven archmage spits out a spell, and the distorted world shifts between movement and stillness in an instant. But this stillness seemed to be only an illusion, but in the blink of an eye, the cloudy color began to change, and some ominous color deeper than the darkness flowed out of the distortion, and a drop did not leak into the golden cup at the bottom. As it flowed out, the distortion that floated above gradually soothed, and finally turned into a puddle of clear water that was nothing more than normal.

Is this extraction?

Having seen the effect of the elven archmage carving the magic circle with her own eyes, Monia had to admit that the other party's attainments in heraldry were indeed beyond her imagination - it was just an extraction of crests that could be seen randomly in the alchemy laboratory, and with the help of other crests, it was unbelievable that it could do this.

"That's it?" After gently picking up the golden cup and observing the turbid darkness surging inside, Moya didn't say anything, just carefully put it into the carry-on space that was opened up, and then guided the large cloud of water vapor floating in the air in violation of the rules to return to the water where they should be staying, as if he just casually asked, "Oh, little Monia, do you want to come and see the real World Tree?" ”

"Is that okay?" Somewhat reserved, Monia replied.

"Of course," said the elven archmage with a natural smile, "take my hand." ”

"Hmm." Monia answered, and also stretched out her hand, her fingertips touching, and for some reason a long-lost feeling of warmth and peace of mind came from that end - shaking her head, removing that wonderful touch from the bottom of her heart, and then clenching it.

Immediately, the heavens and the earth were turned upside down, and the world was repeated.

"This is ......" The sense of spatial confusion made her a little dizzy—if the confusion of making a spatial leap was just the bumps of transportation such as automobiles, then the feeling of a steel steamer swaying in a storm just now—almost to the limit of what she could bear.

"Welcome to the face of the world," said the Elven Archmage with a wicked smile, "this is the real world—how's it, how does it feel?" ”

"It's bad." Tilted his head, with a complaining tone.

Maybe it's because she hasn't completely detached herself from that dizziness, and unconsciously, Monia has a little temper.

"That's right," the elven archmage seemed a little distressed by the result with his index finger against his lips, "I wanted to surprise you, but the feeling of the world being turned upside down in an instant is actually quite interesting...... That's right, too! You're only a mid-level mage right now, and it was my mistake to not take into account your current mage level. ”

World...... Upside down...... Interesting?

The little mage had a complex feeling of confusion in her heart, both the difficulty of accepting the Elven archmage's definition of "interesting", and the opposing feeling of peace and apprehension—in short, a mess that even she couldn't sort out.

"Okay, don't dwell on that." In a slightly flattering tone, Moya gently took her hand and led her across the calm lake to the most central land, pointing to the crystal clear green tree in front of her, "This is the seedling of the World Tree, how is it, is it beautiful?" ”

"Hmm." The absent-minded answer—frankly, was she more concerned about the Elven Archmage's attitude toward her than the seedlings of the World Tree—was her identity revealed? No, this attitude seems too ...... Intimacy?

Yes, intimacy, abnormal intimacy.

Inexplicably, she cared about this very much – or more appropriately couldn't ignore it.

So, after hesitating and thinking about it again and again, she still asked, "Lord Moya, why are you so good to me?" ”

There are no turns, no wipes, and even she herself is a little unbelievable.

It seemed that this question was too shocking, and time seemed to stop flowing for a moment, and then fell into an unusually difficult silence.

"You finally asked this question," a little retracting the nonchalant smile that had been on his face, the elven archmage couldn't help but outline a subtle angle at the corner of his mouth while his expression was straight, "Actually...... I'm your sister. ”

She said.

The words were slow and clear, but in Monia's ears, they were no less than thunder.

PS: Tribute like Anakin!

Ps2: Actually, I've considered adding the word "long-time separation......