"You don't need to do anything for me. Jumping from one cage into another isn't true freedom."
"But..."
Trissy opened her mouth at the words formed by the writhing mist on the mirror's surface, yet she didn't know what to say.
She felt that the being she had happened to contact through the Magic Mirror divination was nothing like an evil god. Of course, it was nothing like a righteous god either. She had once believed in the Lord of Storms, but had never received a response. The closest she had ever come to the Lord of Storms was praying before the storm holy emblem in a church.
Yet the one in the mirror gave her the instinctive impression of being talkative and gentle. Or rather, brimming with humanity!
After a pause, she looked at the mist-covered mirror and hesitantly asked:
"Then... what should I do?"
On the mirror's surface, Cyril's reply quickly emerged in the form of words:
"Do what you want to do."
Trissy immediately asked, "Then can I escape this manor and leave Backlund?"
Mirror: "You can, but you can't get away."
Trissy: "Why?"
Mirror: "The time hasn't come yet."
Just as he finished answering Trissy's question, Cyril suddenly sensed a disturbance in the Mirror World. It seemed as though a gaze was looking in his direction.
Without the slightest hesitation, he severed the connection established through Trissy's prayer and withdrew his spirit from the Mirror World.
After he left, this stretch of the Mirror World suddenly trembled in bliss. Transparent ripples spread across its indistinct boundaries like layers of water, as though an invisible palm had brushed over it and bestowed upon it the utmost pleasure.
Vague mist and inky darkness that could not be seen clearly from any angle emerged within the constantly trembling Mirror