Perhaps there were coincidences in this world, but when it came to the wicked witch before him, who loved nothing more than to toy with others, Ian could not think of it as a coincidence no matter how he looked at it.
Of course.
Since Morgan had taken the initiative to change the subject, Ian, burdened by a guilty conscience, was more than happy to oblige. He hurriedly followed her lead, took out his money bag, and pulled out the Mirror of Erised.
This magic mirror had been sitting with him for a long time, and he had hardly ever taken it out—perhaps many people would become obsessed with it, wasting away their days before it, captivated by what they saw, even driven mad by it. But that was only because they did not know whether everything in the mirror could ever come true.
Ian was different.
Perhaps it was the confidence the system gave him, or perhaps he had simply been born "arrogant." He felt no confusion or distress about the future, firmly believing that whether any goal could be achieved depended solely on whether he wanted to do it.
With such a mindset,
the Mirror of Erised naturally held little appeal for him.
"Your mirror, Teacher. It can finally be returned to its rightful owner." The young wizard gently placed the mirror before them. Its surface was smooth as glass, yet it seemed to contain boundless depth.
The alchemical traces shimmering within it seemed capable of piercing the human soul.
"I didn't expect you to really find it... Or perhaps you knew all along that you would." Morgan first glanced at Ian, then walked up to the Mirror of Erised and gazed into its surface.
No one knew what she saw.
The young wizard only noticed that the