"Trissy?"
Cyril frowned slightly. He recognized the Demoness in front of the mirror.
Unlike before, today she wore an elaborate black court gown and a string of gleaming white pearls around her neck. She seemed less carefree, but more innocent and shy, like a young girl. She looked even more beautiful.
If the time and place had been right, he probably would have said, Mom, I'm in love!
With some difficulty, Cyril turned his gaze away and seriously considered why he had heard her reciting the incantation. It wasn't normal. Demonesses were experts in mirror magic, and they surely had a fixed target they could pray to for help.
Unless she had deliberately altered the incantation used for mirror divination, replacing its fixed target with a random one.
But that was dangerous. An incantation without a precise target could easily connect to evil spirits wandering the Mirror World or other dangerous entities.
Glancing at Trissy's grim expression, her lips pressed tightly together, Cyril suddenly thought of a possibility.
She'd done it on purpose!
She was currently a hostage, caught between the Demoness Sect and the Loen Royal Family. If she wanted to escape her predicament, she could only seek help from outside forces.
The Demonesses' fixed incantation for mirror divination likely pointed toward certain high-ranking Demonesses, or even the Primordial Demoness herself. That would be no different from exposing herself, so she had to change the incantation.
"But would changing the incantation really help? 0-08 could easily arrange for a malicious entity to answer her mirror divination, or make sure her incantation never got a response."
"Though, I guess it could still help a little. At least I heard it."
As he murmured, Cyril reached out and grasped at the air before him, conjuring a lightless curtain from nothing and