"This is……"

She looked at the right hands that were exactly the same as hers in panic, and cold sweat suddenly appeared. What scared her the most was that in the mirror in the window shape in front of her, she had no sense of consciousness on her face, just as if she was when she first met.

"Let me go! Who are you?"

Haiweilo wanted to pull out his hand and escape from the attic that scared her, but the internal force of the mirror seemed to have some kind of adsorption. Although her hands were still conscious and did not hurt, she used the strength to feed her breasts and could not pull her hand that had been trapped in half an elbow out of it.

Haiweilo dared not try to catch it with his other hand anymore, for fear that one would be careless and his other hand would fall into it, and that would be completely finished. Therefore, in addition to not giving up struggling, she pulled out her right hand, and her eyes were also closely scanning the surroundings to see if any of the debris on the ground could save her.

Fortunately, the attic was disrepaired and there were a lot of bricks, tiles and gravels. However, no matter how the girl picked up the stone and threw it at herself in the mirror, the stone seemed to be swallowed by something. The glass mirror with a curved square bottom only showed a little ripples, and then returned to its usual calm.

"Let me go! I will never dare to do it again!"

Feeling the right hand that was not under her control, like a poisonous tongue waiting for an opportunity, winding down her arm and climbing onto her shoulders, Haiweilo's original calm had already collapsed. She shouted hysterically, and at the same time, a deep sense of regret surged in her heart.

She looked at herself in the mirror in front of her in fear. What monster was hidden inside?

However, just as she was gradually suppressed by her slender and powerful right hand and could not breathe, the overclocking of consciousness caused by lack of oxygen made her sense of the vibration of the house, and something was stopping on it.

The slightest afterglow, the suffocation feeling of death, made her mind stay in the last scene of the decayed roof being broken by some huge creature, but it did not reveal her favorite sunlight and the vast blue sky, but was gloomy and dim, with a little white mist pouring in from the window at the top of the attic.

Then a dark green vertical pupil that was the size of a basketball slowly dispelled the mist and stared at the creatures in the attic.

The hand in the mirror quickly fled under the green vertical pupils' direct look, leaving only the coma of Haiweilo, who had just fallen out of breath.

After seeing this, the owner of the Green Vertical Pupil suddenly disappeared from the dome of the house. However, the tiles that had been broken and fell had recovered quickly under unknown power. The layers of mist that could not be broken through were floating in the air again. The fine particles were like shields, guarding the beautiful girl sleeping in the dilapidated attic.

"Hmm~ am I dead?"

At the last moment in my memory, Havillo felt dizzy and vaguely breathlessly, but when she opened her eyes again, she subconsciously touched her neck, which was now a little painful.

"I'm alive."

She was a little disbelief.

But I obviously...

Haiweilo looked up in surprise and doubtfulness at the roof that had already been broken in memory, and the mirror with strange arms stretched out.

But the facts were in front of her, and the unpleasant attic mold smell of her mouth and nose still poured into her mouth and nose, making it difficult for her to accept this bad and explosive environment without covering her nose.

When she stood up, she happened to face the mirror not far away. The figure inside became much normal this time, and it would change with her expression, not the gaze that made her back feel cold just now.

"Are they all a dream?"

But the handprints on the neck and the back of the skirt that had been soaked with sweat on the back all proved that what happened before was not an illusory dream, but something that had really happened.

Soon, the advice of Yatis also sounded in Hevello's mind.

Is it because of this that she should not open the window? A mirror sealed with a demon or a devil?

The frightened Haiweilo quickly took three steps back. He didn't have time to clean up the tools for going to the attic, so he hurriedly left the closed attic and climbed down the stairs. He first returned to the room and took a shower with a magic bucket. After calming down, he changed his clothes and carefully climbed into the attic again.

She didn't want to come, but she couldn't let Yatis find that she had opened the window, so she had to resist the trembling in her heart and climbed up the stairs leading to the attic.

The attic was still filled with turbid dust in the air, and a faint mold filled her ears and noses, but Haville turned a deaf ear. She first looked forward carefully and observed whether there was anything abnormal in the mirror in the curved square bottom of the window.

At this moment, Haiweilo's heart was hanging in her throat. The original ordinary beams and pillars, as well as the wreckage on the ground, were like the corpses of demons in the abyss, making her frightened.

Fortunately, everything that followed was a false alarm. As the last window sealing nail was inserted into the wooden board, Hevello could no longer see the shadow of the mirror in his sight. She quickly left the attic with all the tools and went down the stairs again until she evacuated the stairs and confirmed that the attic had returned to its original state.

Only then did Haiweilo breathe a sigh of relief.

Although she didn't understand what the medium triggered by the mirror was? But compared to her returning it to its original state, maybe there might be no more problems, right?

But even so, Haiweilo still did not have the mentality of being lucky. She took a few unused pieces of cloth and covered all the mirrors in the entire building. I don’t know if it was a psychological factor or something, but the moment she covered the mirror.

Her tension slowly faded, and she returned to her relaxed posture in front of the attic.

I have to say that some things were rare only when they were lost. She no longer looked forward to the world outside the window, and the sunlight seemed not so refreshing. Instead, the burning flames of the fireplace dispelled the cold that enveloped her heart.

Haiweilo sat in a blue and white velvet seat, and the memories in her mind kept flashing, and the light of flames made her delicate and beautiful face look bright and dark.

Should I tell Artis about opening the window?

To be honest, after calming down, she hesitated a little.

She felt that she had done something wrong, and reason told her that she should tell Yatis about it as soon as possible, so that he, who is better at handling it, would be responsible for it.

But she still felt it was hard to speak out, or she felt guilty about his trust, and the feeling of self-blame and regret spread. To stop this, the devil in her heart bewitched her and told her not to say that everything is safe now, why bother herself, right?

Isn't it?

yes!

Why bother yourself...

But is this really right?

She not only asked herself.

And just as Haiwell was fighting against heaven and man, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the door.

"Genni! I'm back!"

As the crack of the door opened, the dim sky outside made the man's face look a little melancholy, but this added a bit of the noble temperament to him.

And although he was wearing ordinary standard robe, he was still so handsome and charming, no matter how he was walking or the temperament contained in his eyes, just like a prince was not considered as ridiculous just because he took off his noble clothes and put on civilian outfits.

"You changed your clothes?"

At first glance, Yatis saw Hevello change from a black palace dress to a more convenient slim breeches, with a white shirt on the upper body and a lace-edged vest jacket.

In addition to the indelible entanglement of his eyes, his whole body looked like a young, sunny and noble girl. This could be regarded as a gloomy hall, which added a bit of vitality to the hall.

The dragon heads hanging above the fireplace all came alive at that moment.

"Yes!"

Haiwell said with his head down.

"Are you going out?"

"No...no."

She still had difficulty making up her mind.

"I just felt that the clothes were a little dirty and wanted to wash them."

As expected, Artis nodded in agreement with understanding.

"Yes, there is a lot of dust here, and those pirates are like a garbage maker that will never stop. Decades ago, Isafi was not like this."

He sighed.

"You were here decades ago?"

Haiweilo looked at his sweetheart speechlessly and said something.

After all, no matter how you look at it, his appearance is about the same age as hers, she is exactly the age of seventeen or eighteen, young and full of vitality.

How could he be here decades ago?

"Haha, I discovered when I was looking up the information that these pirates destroyed the environment too quickly! You should know that in the past, according to the records, our location was still a barren beach cliff, and it was only after it was built like this."

"I heard that they are a very powerful mage in trouble. This is why they deliberately imitate the appearance of the mage tower when building, because this was originally a mage tower used for mages to live in, but later..."

Artis thought of Hevero as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes, and Hevero was now full of confusion and had no intention of listening to what Artis said.

"You must also think this story is very poignant and touching!"

Therefore, when she came to her senses again and faced Attis who was curious about her, she could only nod in embarrassment. It should be.

"Yes, it's quite touching!"

Although she was not sure what Yatis said just now, it was a story about a mage and a princess, Hayvello had no intention of considering whether he was still alive or not. She just wanted to tell Yatis that she had opened the window.

But... when the words came to her mouth, she lacked the courage to speak out.

Therefore, Yatis looked at his lover, looking like he wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, and was also confused.

"I feel like you've had something to say to me since I came back?"

"What the hell is it? Is there any need to hide it between the two of us?"

Yatis's rebellious question was like a heavy blow, breaking the stalemate in Hevello's heart, and the balance turned against him in an instant.

And Haiweilo finally plucked up the courage and said in a deep voice.

"Sorry, Artis."

Hearing this sentence, Yatis's originally smiling face froze and said in disbelief.

"I'm sorry? Why did you say sorry to me?"

"I... opened the window, the attic, I... didn't listen to you, I pried open the wooden board, and there was a mirror behind it..."

Hevello was a little stuttering and even fearful at first, but looking at the care in Yatis's eyes, the courage to retreat again surged up again, and then he told the tall and handsome man in front of him all in a row, just a pale face.

Her lover "Artis".

Attis's sword-like eyebrows were wrinkled from the direction of knotting from Hevello when he heard the steel nails be pried off from the wall with a wrench, and then opened the window, and it had become a frustration, and even began to evolve in the direction of knotting.

It's really...
To be continued...