Cyril stared at the captivating face in the full-length mirror for a long while, then suddenly said:
"This seems to be mirror magic that allows remote communication. Are you still in Backlund?"
The captivating, beautiful face in the mirror curled its lips and let out a soft, teasing laugh:
"Hehe."
"Are you wondering how I managed to pinpoint your location so accurately?"
"Don't worry. I haven't collected your blood or hair. After all... I couldn't bear to~"
Hearing that affectionate voice, Cyril's breathing unconsciously grew heavier. At the same time, he felt all the blood in his body rushing toward his lower half. The Demoness's charms really were deadly.
He hunched forward slightly to hide his embarrassment, then gave an awkward laugh as he explained:
"I was just a little curious."
Clarice in the mirror covered her mouth and giggled. Her gray eyes gazed straight at him, shimmering like a lake sparkling in the sunlight.
Her appearance hadn't changed at all, yet the bewitching charm she'd had a moment ago suddenly vanished. She now looked pure and sacred, inspiring not the slightest thought of desecration.
If he could date a Demoness of Unaging, it would be like having a girlfriend of every type...
The thought that had just begun to run wild in his mind abruptly stopped. The heat in Cyril's eyes quickly faded, and his gaze cleared.
He shook his head slightly, casting away all his jumbled thoughts, then looked at the beautiful, pure, and sacred face in the mirror.
She smiled softly at him, and the charm that made a person's most primal desires swell appeared once more.
Cyril darkened his expression and turned his gaze aside, watching the mirror before him only from the corner of his eye.
"Are you teasing me on purpose?"
"Isn't it obvious?"