If people from other worlds saw the "me" in the mirror start talking, no matter how calm they usually were, they would probably get a fright.
But unfortunately, the Person in the Mirror was facing Rabbit Girl.
A mirror-born being who had lived in the Day Mirror Domain since birth.
Facing the Person in the Mirror, Rabbit Girl was not surprised in the slightest. Rather than focusing on their similar appearances, she was more concerned with what the other party had mentioned... the arena.
Just a second ago, she had thought this trial might not be an arena.
The very next second, the Person in the Mirror slapped her in the face with the answer: this was an arena.
So the three white points in the inner ring were now beyond doubt—all arenas...
Rabbit Girl silently speculated to herself: Could Cruel Scholar be fond of arena-style competitions? Otherwise, why make everything an arena?
But that stray thought merely flashed through her mind. Time was pressing now, and Angel was still watching her from outside. She could not waste time letting her thoughts wander.
Rabbit Girl looked at the Text Panel.
"'What do you mean, your arena?'"
"'What should I do?'"
Rabbit Girl thought for a moment and chose the first option.
"What do you mean, your arena?"
The "her" in the mirror lazily raised a finger and swayed it from side to side. "Wrong. It is not my arena. Rather, this place is named 'My Arena.'"
Rabbit Girl did not understand at first. Only after staring blankly for several seconds did she realize.
The Person in the Mirror meant that this stepped pyramid was called My Arena.
It sounded like a subjective description, but it was actually a proper name?
"You may also call this place 'My Arena.'" The Person