Then, a petite head slowly emerged from the mirror surface.
At this moment, the Mirror Demon no longer replaced anyone's reflection but bore a stranger's face.
She had a girlish, delicate face, with elf-like pointed ears peeking out from her silver hair.
Her hair flowed like liquid mercury, falling smoothly behind her, gently floating in defiance of gravity with her movements.
The Mirror Demon's large eyes resembled two deep silver lakes, pure and mysterious, shifting emotions with each glance, enigmatic beyond measure.
Various emotions stemmed from the memories of what she saw and heard, from the stories she recorded.
However, when the silver-gray eyes swirled once, all that mystery vanished, leaving only a playful liveliness.
"Hmm... Phew!"
She widened her eyes, cautiously looked around, and slowly let out a breath of relief.
"Phew, thank goodness, he seems not to have noticed. Haha, it's good I made extra preparations!"
