A gentle and soft female voice came.
A silver gradient card appeared in her hand, and magic was ready to be infused into it at any time.
By means of night light, Alka saw the uninvited guest who suddenly sat in her room.
Long emerald green hair fell all the way to the waist, with fair skin and a pair of bright emerald green eyes.
This was an extremely delicate and beautiful face.
Slender pointed ears protruded from the side hair, wearing an extremely delicate, luxurious and elegant dress.
Pointed ears?
Seeing this feature, Alka instantly thought of a race in a fantasy story.
Elves.
But the problem was that Alka had never heard of such a race in this world.
Of course, it could also be that he was relatively ignorant.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, Alka still remained vigilant and asked.
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 would I recognize you?
As he spoke, the figure reached out and picked up something from the table and waved it in front of Alka in the moonlight.
It was the palm-sized magic mirror.
Aka understood instantly when he saw it.
The girl in front of him, who might be an elf, was the soul trapped in the magic mirror.
Since he couldn't hear the specific voice inside, Alka had always imagined an old man with a white beard in his mind.
The result was a beautiful girl.
"How did you get out? Aren't you trapped in the magic world?"
Alka couldn't help asking, as he didn't infuse magic power into the magic mirror.
Hearing Alka's words, the elf girl in front of her couldn't help but ask in confusion: "Didn't you touch me? I came out naturally after you touched me."
Ah? Is that so?
As long as the magic power in her body becomes active, she can come out naturally, instead of having to inject magic power into it to release it.
Then she must be rescued?
That is to say, before that, she had been trapped in the magic mirror for many years and had never been touched by the toucher.
Of course, it is also possible that she was lying.
"Let's meet Alka, my name is Lucilia Anna Canstellor... Benavis."
In this way, this Lucilia introduced a long list of suffixes of her name in front of Alka.
"Is it a bit too hard to remember?"
It's not too hard to remember, but I didn't remember it at all.
Alka couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"Really? Then you can just call me Lucilia, my friends all call me that."
Wait.
"Are you reading my surface thoughts again?"
"Ah? Isn't that what you want to say?"
Of course not!
"Okay then."
You read it again.
Arka calmed down and suppressed his thoughts.
He frowned and looked around.
Being able to read my surface thoughts means: "This is not reality?"
"No, this is your dream."
Hearing this, Arka closed his eyes and fell on the bed.
Then he opened his eyes again.
I don't know if it's because of the magic power or other reasons, he can wake up from the dream freely.
This time he woke up in his room again, but the oil lamp beside the bed did not go out.
The sound of the waves outside the boat was audible.
Looking at the magic mirror on the bedside table next to him, Alka picked it up.
What was reflected in the mirror was not his own face.
It was Lucilia's breathtakingly beautiful face, sitting on the bench, smiling and waving at him.
"Can't you come out?"
Aka couldn't help asking, as if talking to himself.
He finished speaking.
Lucililia, who was just in the mirror, sat down beside his bed.
She answered his question with action.
Then Lucilia's figure floated and turned into a cloud of smoke, flying to the place where she had sat in the dream before.
There were books that Alka was flipping through on it. 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 an obvious frustrated expression.
Looking at this scene.
That means she is not a physical body now, but still a spirit like a soul?
"Can other people see you?"
Lucilia heard Alka's question, turned her head, looked at her, shook her head and nodded.
"Only you can see me at any time. I can choose other people, who can see me and who can't."
That's fine.
"Now that you can come out of the magic mirror, what should you do in the future?" Alka couldn't help asking.
Hearing this, Lusilia thought about it and shook her head helplessly.
"I'm 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 idea.
"So, you can only follow me in the future?"
"Of course, if you discard the magic mirror, I will return to the magic mirror, just like before."
Lucilia 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, then please take care of me in the future."
Facing the moonlight, Lusilia had a moving smile on her face.
She turned her head and stretched out her right hand, shaking Alka's hand.
"Thank you."
The touch from her hand made Alka look up at her.
"Can I touch you?"
"Of course, but only you can touch me."
Saying this, Lucilia waved her hand around the bed.
Her hand went straight through the quilt on the edge of the bed, and only when she touched Alka did she feel like she was touching something real.
Then how did you sit on it?
Alka couldn't help but think.
However, in real life, Lucilia obviously couldn't extract Alka's strongest thoughts on the surface as she did in her dream.
"The outside world is so good."
Looking at the moving girl in front of him, Alka could empathize a little.
After all, she had been trapped in the magic mirror for who knows how many years, and she could only sleep to keep her mind.
If it were her, she would have gone crazy long ago.
"Alas, I don't know how many years I've been dead. I wonder if my friends are still alive."
She held her chin with both hands and looked at the moonlight outside the window and couldn't help saying.
Hearing this, Alka couldn't help but become more curious about where Lucilia was from. After all, this delicate face and these ears that seemed like elves.
Alka had never heard of the calendar she used.
Not only the calendar she used, but also the calendar Alka used and the place where she was now, Lucilia had never heard of it.
"Tomorrow I'll take you to look at the map and see if there are any places you are familiar with on the sea map."
If you don't know the name, then you can only look at these topographic maps to know.
After all, the terrain is not so easy to change.