"Black wooden frame, mirror surface like fog... It should be the one." Loris stared fixedly at the hand mirror Bruce had mentioned, his face grave. "I saw a record of this mirror in the church's secret archives."
He Xi looked at him in confusion. "Is this mirror special? Does it have some kind of history?"
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"I know it can control people's minds, but the archives didn't record exactly how it works."
"Control people's minds?" He Xi raised an eyebrow. "Some spells from the Enchantment School can produce similar effects, can't they? That doesn't sound... special enough to warrant a dedicated entry in your church's records."
"Oh, my dear friend, if that were all it did, why would it have caught my attention?" Loris shook his head, his tone more serious than ever. "The key isn't the mirror itself, but its most famous former owner—Bedaline Quake."
Bedaline Quake...
No matter how ignorant He Xi was, he'd heard that name.
If Holy Knight Roland was the kind of heroic paragon parents used to teach their children to "be brave, kind, and honest," then Bedaline Quake was the terrifying legend that could send even the naughtiest child diving under the covers, too afraid to let their head peek out.
"Finish your peas, dear, or Bedaline will come tonight and turn all your toys into walking skeletons!"
"If you don't close your eyes, Bedaline's undead servants will reach out from under your bed and tickle your feet until dawn!"
Even during arguments in the streets, people often heard curses like this: "You'd better watch yourself! Bedaline's got her eye on your family's graves—I heard she's short a few skeleton servants to pour her tea!"
There were enough amusing tales about this legendary necromancer to fill an entire tavern cellar.
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