Chapter 367: A Dry Tongue (Subscribe Please)

"……"

In the mirror, Liucaria's lips moved a few times as if about to speak, but in the end she chose silence.

Watching Herbert smile and nod at her before immediately turning back to soothe Lucille, Liucaria clicked her tongue inwardly.

Tch.

This youth… no, this man is even more special than she had anticipated.

Herbert's specialness was absolutely not just because of the strange, surging destiny he carried.

After personally witnessing Herbert's process of soothing Lucille, Liucaria finally understood it completely.

Even setting aside that favoritism of destiny, he himself was extremely special.

Herbert was very skilled at grasping the cracks in people's hearts, and using them to achieve his own goals.

This ability of his felt even more terrifying than that of ordinary races that lived by bewitching others.

At least in that scene just now, an ordinary person would not have dared to even make a sound, let alone soothe a fallen angel.

Even over the past thousand years, she had not seen many people who possessed such a method.

Gentle words wrapped the true purpose in a layer of sweet frosting, making it impossible to discern the truth, and making one willingly become his slave.

No, it wasn't only words.

The players in the game are blind, while the onlookers see clearly.

The fallen angel caught up in the situation did not notice the truth, but Liucaria, an outsider, saw it all crystal clear.

Every movement, every glance, every pause was a perfect performance, carefully planned after repeated deliberation.

In the face of such a method, even that powerful angel was toyed with in the palm of his hand.

No, perhaps the fallen angel understood too?

Liucaria did not think Lucille was some clueless innocent.

A Bai Chi might be able to coast to Legendary on powerful racial talent, but could never truly reach Epic.

Liucaria believed that among Epic-level powerhouses, there were almost no fools.

Perhaps it was precisely because the fallen angel understood that she chose to accept his embrace?

……No, just what exactly is the relationship between those two? Why does Lucille obey that guy's instructions?

This question made Liucaria extremely curious.

The fire of gossip in her heart burned fiercely, as if little kittens were scratching inside.

Just what is your relationship?

Prisoner and warden? Intimate friends? Or… a man and a woman?

It looked a bit like all of them, but also seemed to fall short of each.

If forced to name a feeling, the relationship between the two of them looked more like superior and subordinate—and yet, shockingly, it was the angel who fell into the inferior position!

It was truly the heavens and earth reversed!

After thinking it over for a long time, Liucaria's mind frantically spun out fresh batches of unofficial histories, adding sequels upon the previous foundation.

"The Underdog Rising! When an Angel Prostrates Beneath a Mortal!" "Things Between Angels and Mortals That Must Be Told"……

After conceiving all sorts of turbulent, tragic love stories, Liucaria contentedly let out a long breath.

"Hah!"

Satisfying.

She had satisfied her writing itch.

Never mind the facts, she didn't care—she had already had her fill of satisfaction in her mind.

"Humans really are terrifying… another one skilled at playing with hearts, heh heh."

Sighing inwardly, she watched Herbert and Lucille push open a teleportation gate and depart, and could not help but sigh and shake her head.

"I really am very curious."

"Compared to those unfortunate fellows who flirted with many women, were fought over by them, and ultimately ended up torn apart… you… what kind of ending will you meet in the end?"

Will you have a good end?

She did not know exactly how many women Herbert was involved with, but just from what she had seen so far, there were already quite a few.

Dragons, mermaids, angels…

"Come to think of it, do you truly love this? Or were you forced onto such a path by coincidence?"

Every woman connected to him was an extremely powerful monster girl, each possessing the brutal ability to tear him completely apart.

When facing these partners, had Herbert never felt fear?

Humans fear monsters.

Even though humans had never been few in their hunting of monsters, they still feared monsters, seeing themselves as pitiful weaklings.

For humans, union with other races had always been a taboo no one wished to mention—although the number of half-bloods had never been small, few people brought these issues to the table.

Now, a holy knight had clearly walked onto the most forbidden path, yet unexpectedly had not lost the protection of holy power and his vows.

"So, do you firmly believe you are walking the correct path?"

Because he firmly believed in the righteousness of his own actions, his will would not waver, and his holy power would not vanish.

In her eyes, Herbert's actions were undoubtedly walking on a knife's edge, dancing at the brink of a cliff—one slip, and the most tragic ending would await.

But such uncertainty was also the most captivating, making one unable to help but be curious about the final outcome.

"Just how far will you go?"

Liucaria sighed, shook her head, and chuckled softly: "I hope in the end you don't end up like those people, falling to a fate of severed head and body…"

"And I hope I can witness all of this, heh heh."

After sighing to the end, the mirror-demon Young Lady suddenly smiled eerily.

She looked left and right, confirmed that Herbert had completely left and wouldn't be back anytime soon, and then the whole of her relaxed.

"Phew!"

Crack, crack, crack.

The mirror surface of the ancient mirror slowly shattered, and a slender, semi-transparent palm leisurely reached out from within, pressing against the edge of the mirror frame.

Then, a petite head slowly poked out from the mirror surface.

At this moment, the Mirror Demon Young Lady was no longer substituting anyone's reflection, but was wearing an unfamiliar face.

She had a girlish, charming face, and elfin, pointed ears poked out from her silver hair.

Her hair was like flowing quicksilver, smoothly falling down her back, gently floating against gravity with her movements.

The Mirror Demon's large eyes were like two pools of deep silver lake water, pure and mysterious; as her eyes shifted, countless emotions flickered through them, unfathomably mysterious.

All sorts of emotions, from the memories of what she had seen and heard, from those stories she had recorded.

But, when those silver-grey eyes rolled around once, all that mystery vanished, leaving only a mischievous, lively sparkle.

"Mm… phew!"

She stared wide-eyed, cautiously looked around left and right, and slowly let out a long breath.

"Good, good, looks like he didn't notice, hehe, good thing I made an extra preparation!"

Liukaliya sighed with emotion, gently patted her own chest, and floated out from the mirror.

Her slender body was just as youthful as her appearance, her height probably only reaching Herbert's chest, looking quite petite, with a pair of fairy wings on her back that seemed to be composed of broken mirror shards.

Her body seemed soaked through by moonlight, with semi-transparent silver radiance outlining slender curves, and every inch of skin exposed outside her silver-grey gauze dress was covered in mirror-surface cracks as fine as spider silk.

After stepping out from the mirror surface, she unceremoniously stretched hugely.

When she stretched, these cracks refracted starlight-like glimmers, refracting each other within her body.

"Mm~ ha!"

"Hmph hmph, that lecherous, stupid Holy Knight definitely never imagined, this is my true original body!"

Mirror fairies, though special, able to imitate the appearance of other creatures, are ultimately still a kind of fairy, not much different from flower spirits, tree spirits, water spirits, and other spirit-type creatures.

They have their own true appearance — the ghost-girl-like form before one's eyes is Liukaliya's true "real body."

Just like "a demon's true name must not be known" and "a devil's contract must be obeyed," the Mirror Demon race also has its own special constraints.

As faceless mirrors, their true appearance cannot be seen by others.

Once their true appearance is seen, they can no longer take on that person's form in front of them, losing their greatest safeguard.

In the past, no one had ever seen Liukaliya in this appearance.

What those people saw was entirely themselves in the mirror, without exception.

And her revealing her true body now was not carelessness, but to complete a special ritual.

Liukaliya took a deep breath, gathered all her concentration, and stuck out the tip of her tongue to lick her finger.

Using the silver liquid on her fingertip, she slowly wrote an already lost ancient language on the surface of the ancient mirror.

"I shall bear witness."

The first line of text lit up with silver light, then slowly sank into the ancient mirror and vanished.

"I shall record."

The second line of text did the same, dispersing after being written.

"I shall tell."

And when the third line of text was finished, the two previously dispersed lines reappeared.

"Hehe~"

She laughed with satisfaction, licked her lips lightly with the tip of her tongue shimmering with silver radiance, and watched the three lines of text vanish.

Witness. Record. Tell.

The ritual was complete.

In the future, as long as Liukaliya wished, she could appear in any mirror Herbert looked into, substitute his reflection, and quietly observe him.

Even if Herbert wasn't in front of a mirror, as long as she paid a small price, she could still "see" him.

But at the same time, she would also be subject to certain restrictions: her true body would become more fragile, and she could no longer jump to another mirror surface.

Pros and cons.

This was the decision Liukaliya had made — she had already designated Herbert as the next subject of her observation.

She would bear witness to Herbert's future, record his experiences, and finally tell his story to others.

For this, she was willing to pay some price.

Anyway, she was currently locked in here and couldn't get out, and outsiders couldn't get in either, so her true body wouldn't encounter danger.

Perfect~

Now, even the biggest drawback was gone.

I'm truly a genius!

And just as Liukaliya was preening over her own brilliant idea, two light knocks came from behind her.

Knock, knock.

……Mm!!?

Liukaliya abruptly gathered her wits and looked back behind her.

Who!!?

"Um, just to ask, who were you just calling a stupid Holy Knight?"

Behind her, Herbert had pushed open a small teleportation gate that only revealed his face, and now asked with a curious expression: "Young Lady Liukaliya, could you tell me the answer?"

After listening to her monologue, Herbert finally decided to speak up and ask.

Were you just talking behind my back?

!!?

Faced with Herbert's questioning, Liukaliya was completely flustered: "Why are you here!!?"

That's not right.

When did he get here!!?

How come I didn't sense a thing?

Wait!

Did he see my true face?

Thinking of this fatal point, Liukaliya froze on the spot.

Herbert looked at her with a smiling gaze and said casually, "Nonsense! This is the Tribunal, and as a Warden, is there anywhere I can't go?"

Herbert glanced sideways at the Mirror Fairy, whose face wore an expression of "having been deceived of her body," and curled his lip.

What?

I just gave you a scare, didn't I? Is it worth making such a long face?

What's the big deal!

Don't you know I hold the sealing formation of the Mirror Space?

Don't you know that once I light up the map in the Tribunal, I can teleport back here whenever I want?

Oh.

You really didn't know~

Well, that's fine then.

"Oh, by the way."

Herbert winked at Liukaliya, his gaze falling on her mouth, and teased with a smile: "Your tongue is quite erotic."

A silver tongue, looks lewd at first glance.

"Ero... you shut up!"

Completely broken down, Liukaliya grabbed her hair and shouted angrily: "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!"

"Oh dear, why so worked up already? Are you in a bad mood?" Herbert blinked, not understanding why she suddenly had such a big reaction.

Menopause?

And Liukaliya had no way to explain her suffering, so she could only hug her hair with a face about to cry and powerlessly shout.

"Go away!"

"Leave!"

It's over!

This time it's completely done for!

Once Herbert brought up the color of her tongue, she completely figured out the current situation—Herbert could only see her true face.

She had completed the ritual and could peek into Herbert's life, but at the same time, she had no way to disguise herself as him in front of Herbert.

That means...

Every time Liukaliya wanted to secretly observe Herbert, he would clearly see her appear in the mirror.

Isn't this awkward now?

This time, she's completely tied to him!!?

"It's over..."

Elda.

Knock knock.

"Teresa!"

Yunier knocked on Teresa's door and asked inside: "Have you changed your clothes? Can I come in?"

Inside the room there was first a silence, then Teresa's weak voice rose: "... Mm, I've already changed, please come in, the door isn't locked."

"Okay!"

Click!

Yunier pushed open the door all at once, didn't go straight in, but first poked her head in from outside the room, and only stepped inside after confirming she wouldn't disturb Teresa.

There was no bed inside the room; it could completely be called bare walls on all four sides.

But this wasn't the people of the territory deliberately targeting anyone—everyone was the same.

In this special place, being able to make such a simple room was already not bad; there was no luxurious material like silk.

Yunier sat down beside Teresa and asked curiously: "Teresa! I heard you accidentally fell into the water just now?"

"How could you be so careless?"

Teresa pressed her lips together, gently shook her head, and didn't explain further.

"It's nothing, I was just distracted for a moment."

Sofiya had warned her that before my lord Herbert returned, she should temporarily not tell other people about the situation at the time, to avoid causing controversy.

She didn't want to say more, but Yunier didn't want to give up just like that.

"Mm..."

Yunier looked at Teresa's expression, hesitated for a moment, blinked, suddenly lowered her voice, leaned close to her ear, and asked softly: "Looking at you like this... are you thinking about my lord Herbert?"

Teresa:???

How did you know?

Wait, no!

Why did our conversation bring him up?

How did you guess it?

(End of chapter)