When Mirror turned her head, she saw the figure she had hated for over a decade. That aged, deathly pale face appeared before her like a nightmare.
But only one thought remained in her mind.
How could...
She stared blankly at Lin En, who sat there, countless turbulent emotions surging through her eyes.
Lin En looked at her.
"I know what you want to ask. He really is useful. From a rational perspective, keeping him would maximize my gains. Anyone would think that way... but here's the thing."
With his dead-fish eyes, he tilted his head toward Tyrael, who sat collapsed on the floor, his face pale.
"Me? I'm just fucking sentimental."
At that moment.
Mirror's body seemed to lose all its strength at once, and she sank to the floor. She did not know why those murky tears kept spilling down her cheeks. The emotions she could no longer suppress surged over her like a flood bursting through a dam.
Those words kept echoing in her mind, as though telling her...
Telling her...
"You can have your revenge now."
Lin En looked at her.
There was no particular cause.
Nor any particular reason.
He simply wanted to tell that girl that her master had made no promises to Tyrael. Since he was using him, it had been nothing but that from beginning to end. He had never considered taking him under his command. His sole reason for bringing him all the way back from the Eighth Layer was to deliver him to her.
It was that simple.
By the time Tyrael finally understood the situation, his face had already gone deathly white. He whipped his head toward Mirror at the door and recognized that face in an instant.
That girl was the one he had... ten years ago...
He