Chapter 62: The Girl with the Magic Mirror
A calm and gentle female voice came.
A silver gradient card has appeared in his hand, and magic power is ready to be infused into it at any time.
By the light of the night, Alka saw the uninvited guest who suddenly sat in his room.
She had long emerald green hair that fell all the way to her waist, fair skin, and a pair of bright emerald green eyes.
This is an extremely delicate and beautiful face.
Her long pointed ears protruded from the sides of her hair, and she was wearing an extremely exquisite, luxurious and elegant dress.
Pointy ears?
When Alka saw this feature, he immediately thought of a race from a fantasy story.
Elf.
But the problem is that Alka has never heard of such a race in this world.
Of course, it is also possible that he is relatively ignorant.
"Who are you?"
Alka asked, still wary as he looked at the beautiful figure in front of him.
The figure tilted his head and blinked in confusion when he heard Alka's words.
"Ah? Don't you recognize me?"
?
What do you mean? Why do I recognize you?
As he spoke, the figure reached out, picked up something from the table and waved it in front of Alka in the moonlight.
It was the magic mirror that was only the size of a palm.
When Aka saw this thing, he understood it instantly.
The girl in front of him, perhaps an elf, is the soul trapped in the magic mirror.
Since he couldn't hear any specific sounds inside, the image that Alka kept imagining in his mind was an old man with a white beard.
The result was a beautiful young girl.
"How did you get out? Weren't you trapped in the magic realm?"
Alka couldn't help but ask, he didn't infuse any magic power into the magic mirror.
Hearing Alka's words, the elf girl in front of him couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Didn't you touch me already? I came out naturally when you touched me."
Huh? Is that how it is?
As long as the magic power in her body becomes active, she will be able to come out naturally, without having to infuse magic power into it to release it.
Doesn't she have to be rescued?
That is to say, before this, she had been trapped in the magic mirror for many years and had never been touched by anyone.
Of course, it is also possible that she was lying.
"Meet me, Alka. My name is Lucilia Ana Canstrore... Benavides."
In this way, this Lucilia introduced a long list of suffixes of her name to Alka.
“Is it a little too hard to remember?”
It’s not that it’s too hard to remember, but I just can’t remember it at all.
Alka couldn't help but complain in his mind.
"Really? Then you can just call me Lucelia. That's what my friends call me."
etc.
"Are you reading my thoughts again?"
"Ah? Isn't that what you wanted to say?"
Of course not!
"Oh well."
You read again.
Alka calmed down and suppressed .
He frowned and looked around.
Being able to read my surface thoughts, i.e.: “This is not reality?”
"No, this is your dream."
Hearing this, Alka closed his eyes and fell on the bed.
Then he opened his eyes again.
I don’t know if it’s because he has magic power or for some other reason, but he can now wake up from dreams easily.
This time, I woke up in my room again, but the oil lamp beside the bed was still on.
The sound of the waves surging outside the ship was audible.
Looking at the magic mirror on the bedside table next to him, Alka picked it up.
I saw that the face reflected in the mirror was not my own.
Instead, it was Lucelia's breathtakingly beautiful face, sitting on the bench, smiling and waving at him.
"Can't you come out?"
A-Ka couldn't help asking, as if he was talking to himself.
His words fell.
Lucilia, who was just in the mirror, sat beside his bed.
Answered his question with action.
Then Lucilia's figure floated away and turned into a cloud of smoke, flying to the place where she was sitting in the dream before.
There were books that Alka was flipping through on the stool. After sitting on the stool, she wanted to reach out and flip through the books, but her hand went straight through the books.
Lucilia's face showed obvious frustration.
Watching this scene.
In other words, she is not a physical entity now, but still a spirit like a soul?
"Can other people see you?"
Lucelia heard Alka's question, turned around, looked at her, shook her head and nodded.
"You are the only one who can see me at all times. As for the others, I can choose who can see me and who can't."
That's good.
"Now that you can get out of the magic mirror, what will you do next?" Alka couldn't help asking.
Hearing this, Lucilia thought about it and shook her head helplessly.
"I am just a soul. If it weren't for the magic mirror, I would have dissipated long ago. I can only follow the magic mirror."
Hearing this answer, Alka looked at the magic mirror in his hand.
There is a strange sense of déjà vu.
He patted his head to get rid of the thought.
"So, you can only follow me from now on?"
"Of course, if you throw away the magic mirror, I will return to the magic mirror, just like before."
Lucelia said directly.
She could understand the current situation and directly threw the choice question to Alka.
Hearing this, Alka couldn't help but think.
The girl beside the bed looked at the moonlight outside the window and seemed very quiet.
"Okay, please take care of me in the future."
Lucelia faced the moonlight with a charming smile on her face.
She turned around and stretched out her right hand, shaking Alka's hand.
"Thank you."
The touch on his hand made Alka look up at her.
"Can I touch you?"
"Of course, but you are the only one who can touch me."
As she spoke, Lucilia waved her hand around the bed.
Her hand went straight through the quilt at the edge of the bed, and only when it touched Alka did it feel like it was touching a physical entity.
So how did you sit on it?
Alka couldn't help but think.
However, in real life, Lucilia obviously could not extract Alka's strongest thoughts as she did in her dream.
"The world outside is so nice."
Looking at the charming girl in front of him, Alka could empathize slightly.
After all, I have been trapped in the magic mirror for who knows how many years, and I can only sleep in order to maintain my mind.
If it were me, I would have gone crazy long ago.
"Alas, I don't know how many years I have been dead. I wonder if my friends are still alive."
She supported her chin with both hands, looked at the moonlight outside the window and couldn't help but speak.
Hearing this, Alka couldn't help but become more curious about where Lucilia was from. After all, she had such a delicate face and those elf-like ears.
The calendar used was one that Alka had never heard of.
Not only the calendar she used, but also the calendar Alka used and the place where he was now, Lucilia had never heard of it.
"I'll take you to look at the map tomorrow and see if there's any place you're familiar with on the chart."
If you don't know the name, then you may be able to find out by looking at these topographic maps.
After all, the terrain is not so easy to change.
