A calm, effeminine voice came.

A silver gradient card has appeared in his hand, and the magic is ready to be instilled at any time.

Through the glow of the night, Arka saw the uninvited guest who was suddenly sitting in his room.

A long emerald green hair that fell all the way to the waist and abdomen, tender white skin and a pair of bright emerald green eyes.

This is an extremely delicate and beautiful face.

Slender pointed ears protruding from the side hair, and he was dressed in an extraordinarily delicate and elegant dress.

Pointy ears?

Seeing this feature, Arka instantly thought of a race in a fantasy story.

Genie.

But the problem is that Arka has never heard of such a race in this world.

Of course, it is also possible that he is more lonely and unheard.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, Arka still asked vigilantly.

Hearing Arka's words, the figure tilted its head and blinked in confusion.

"Huh? Don't you recognize me? ”

？

What do you mean? Why do I recognize you?

As he spoke, the figure reached out and picked up something from the table and shook it in front of Arka by the moonlight.

It was the magic mirror the size of the palm of the hand.

Seeing this thing, Aka instantly understood.

The girl in front of her, who may be of the elven race, is the soul trapped in the magic mirror.

When inside, he couldn't hear the specific sound, so the image that Arka had been imagining in his mind was that of an old man with a white beard.

The result is a beautiful girl.

"How did you get out? Aren't you trapped in the Demon Realm? ”

Arka couldn't help but ask, he hadn't instilled magic into the magic mirror.

Hearing Alka's words, the elf girl in front of her couldn't help but ask with some confusion, "Haven't you already touched it?" When you touch me, you will come out naturally. ”

Yes? Is that the case?

As long as the magic in her body is active, she will naturally be able to come out, instead of needing to instill magic into it herself to liberate it.

Doesn't she have to be rescued?

In other words, before that, I don't know how many years she was trapped in the magic mirror, and she had never been touched by the person who touched it.

Of course, it's also possible that she's telling a lie.

"Meet Alka, my name is Lucilia Anna Canstrol......"

In this way, Lucilia introduced a long list of suffixes to her name in front of Arka.

"Isn't it too hard to remember?"

It's not that it's too hard to remember, it's that I don't remember it at all.

Arka couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Really? Then you can call me Lucilia, my friends call me that. ”

Wait a minute.

"You're reading my superficial thoughts again?"

"Huh? Isn't that what you're trying to say? ”

Of course not!

"Okay then."

You read again.

Arka calmed down and suppressed his thoughts.

Frowning and looking around.

Being able to read my superficial thoughts, which is to say, "This is not reality? ”

"No, it's your dream."

Hearing this, Arka closed her eyes and slammed down on the bed.

Then he opened his eyes again.

I don't know if it's because of the magic or because of some other reason, he has been able to wake up from his dreams with ease.

This time I woke up in my room, but the oil lamp next to the bed was not extinguished.

The sound of the waves churning outside the ship is in my ears.

Looking at the magic mirror on the bedside table next to him, Arka picked it up.

I saw that in the mirror, it was not my own face that was reflected.

It was Lucilia's breathtakingly beautiful face, sitting on the bench, smiling and waving to herself.

"Can't you come out?"

Aka couldn't help but ask, as if talking to himself.

His voice fell.

Lucilia, who had just been in the mirror, sat on the edge of his bed.

Answered his question with action.

Lucilia's figure then drifted into a cloud of smoke and flew away to the place where she had been sitting in her previous dream.

There was also a book that Arka had flipped on it, and after sitting on the stool, she tried to reach out and flip the book, only to see her hand pass directly through the book.

Lucilia's face showed an expression of obvious frustration.

Look at this scene.

That means she's not a physical entity now, but still a soul like a spirit?

"Can anyone else see you?"

Lucilia heard Arka's question, turned her head, looked at her and shook her head and nodded.

"Only you can see me at any time, I can choose the others, who can see me and who can't."

That's fine.

"Now that you've been able to come out of the magic mirror, what are you going to do in the future?" Arka couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Lucilia thought for a moment and shook her head helplessly.

"I'm just a soul, if it weren't for the Magic Mirror, I would have dissipated a long time ago, and I could only follow the Magic Mirror."

Hearing this, Arka looked at the magic mirror in his hand.

There's a strange sense of immediacy.

He patted his head and let the thoughts go.

"In other words, you will have to follow me in the future?"

"Of course, if you discard the mirror, I'll be back in the mirror, just like before."

Lucilia said directly.

She was able to understand the current situation and threw the multiple-choice question directly to Alka.

Hearing this, Arka couldn't help but think.

The girl next to the bed looked at the moonlight outside the window and seemed very quiet.

"Okay, please take care of me in the future."

Lucilia, facing the moonlight, had a touching smile on her face.

She turned her head and held out her right hand, shaking Arka's hand.

"Thank you."

The touch from her hand made Arka couldn't help but look up at her.

"Can I touch you?"

"Of course, but you're the only one who can touch me."

As she spoke, Lucilia reached out and waved it around the bed.

Her hand ran directly through the quilt on the edge of the bed, and only when she touched Alka did it feel as if she were touching an entity.

So how did you sit on it?

Arka couldn't help but think.

However, in real life, Lucilia obviously can't extract the strongest thoughts on the surface of Arka as she did in her dreams.

"The outside world, it's so nice."

Looking at the moving girl in front of him, Arka was able to empathize slightly.

After all, in the magic mirror, I don't know how many years I have been trapped, and I can only sleep in order to keep my mind.

If it were me, I would have gone crazy.

"Well, I don't know how many years I've been dead, and I don't know if my friends are still there."

She propped her chin with her hands and couldn't help but say as she looked at the moonlight outside the window.

Hearing this, Arka couldn't help but wonder even more about where Lucilia was from, after all, this delicate face and this elf-like ear.

The calendar used, Arka has not heard of either.

Not only the calendar she used, but also the calendar used by Arka and the place where she was now, Lucilia had not heard of it either.

"Tomorrow I'll take you to look at the map and see if there's anything you're familiar with on the chart."

If you don't know the name, you can only know it by looking at these topographic maps.

After all, the terrain is not so easy to change.