prynovel Chapter 77 This is a reasonable development!
Chapter 77 This is a reasonable development!
Chapter 77 This is a reasonable development!
"Triss?"
Cyril frowned slightly; he recognized the witch in front of the mirror.
Unlike before, today she wore an elaborate black court dress and a string of white pearl necklace. She looked less casual and more innocent and shy, making her even more beautiful.
If the timing and place weren't so inappropriate, he would probably say: "Mom, I'm in love!"
With some difficulty, Cyril turned her gaze away and began to seriously consider why she had heard the other person chanting incantations. This was illogical; witches were experts in mirror magic, and they must have specific people they could ask for help from.
Unless, she herself modified the fixed incantation used when the magic mirror was occupied, changing the fixed object of supplication to a random one.
But this is dangerous, as an incantation without a precise target can easily lead to encounters with evil spirits or other dangerous entities wandering in the mirror world.
Glancing at Triss's tightly pursed lips and unpleasant expression, Cyril suddenly thought of a possibility.
She did it on purpose!
She is currently a hostage in a collaboration between the Witch Cult and the Royal Family of Rune. To escape her current situation, she must seek external assistance.
The fixed divination incantations used by witches in their magic mirrors could very well point to certain high-ranking witches, or even the "Primordial Witch" herself, which would be tantamount to self-destruction for her. Therefore, she must modify the incantations used in the magic mirror divination.
"However, is modifying the spell really useful? 0-08 could easily arrange for a malevolent entity to respond to her magic mirror, or make her spell never get a response."
"Well, it seems to be somewhat effective; at least I heard it."
As he whispered, Cyril reached out and grasped at the air in front of him, creating a dark curtain out of thin air that he draped over himself.
At this moment, in the bedroom outside the mirror, Triss gazed at the mirror, which shimmered with layers of deep blue light, as if opening a series of overlapping doors, lost in thought.
The magic mirror responded after she modified the incantation, but the being in the mirror that responded to her didn't seem to intend to communicate with her.
As she struggled with whether to ask a question or end the magic mirror's occupation, the mirror, gleaming with a deep blue light, suddenly changed again.
A pitch-black void, obscuring everything, appeared in the center of the mirror, as if standing behind the door, staring back at her.
Triss paused for a moment, then lowered her head uncontrollably.
Even though the other party hadn't done anything, but simply appeared in her field of vision with an image that prevented her from seeing their true face, she inexplicably felt a more terrifying sense of oppression than any high-ranking witch she had ever seen, even though she had only ever seen one high-ranking witch.
Suppressing the inexplicable gloom and fear rising within her, she spoke with difficulty:
"I want to know where I can get the recipe for the 'Pleasure Witch' potion."
Actually, she wanted to ask directly for the recipe of the "Pleasure Witch," but the magic mirror divination did not impose many restrictions on the questioner and the answerer. Asking questions blindly could lead to paying a heavy price, as warned by other senior witches.
In the space behind the mirror, Sirion paused for a moment; he truly knew the potion recipe for the "Pleasure Witch".
After a moment's thought, he deliberately lowered his voice and said:
"Sequence 6: Pleasure, also known as the Pleasure Witch. Main materials: a pair of eyes of a succubus, a silk gland of an adult widow spider."
Additional materials: 100 ml pure water, 5 drops of black datura juice, all remaining hair of a succubus, 10 g of powdered Fennebot fly, and 5 g of genuine mummy ash.
In the bedroom, Triss stared blankly at the dressing mirror in front of her, which shimmered with a faint blue light. She hadn't expected that the object of her divination would directly give her the potion recipe for the "Pleasure Witch".
She now strongly suspects that the person behind the mirror is a high-ranking witch who happened to hear her incantation and responded on her behalf.
This speculation made her hair stand on end instantly, as if she felt an omnipresent gaze and malice.
"May I reserve this space?"
Her whispered murmur was heard by Cyril behind the mirror, who then gave a direct answer:
"You can verify this with the higher-ups in the Witch Cult. Given your current situation, they must have assigned a high-ranking witch to keep an eye on you."
And I'd be happy to mentor you.
Triss did not feel relieved upon hearing the answer; instead, she became even more nervous.
The moment the magic mirror connects with the entity in the mirror, it can know her current situation. It feels like she has suddenly become an actor on a stage, watched by countless audience members and people behind the scenes, but she knows nothing about it.
She felt as if she were being watched from all sides, and instinctively hugged her arms tightly.
After a while, she finally composed herself and looked at the dark reflection in the mirror, asking:
"What is your connection to the witch cult? Who are you?"
As she finished speaking, she seemed to hear a soft laugh, and then she saw a layer of misty white fog suddenly appear on the dressing mirror.
These wisps of mist moved silently, as if alive, outlining visible but untouchable Rune words on the mirror's surface:
"I am just a traveler who happened to pass by behind this mirror."
"You may call me: from the unknowable sublimity, the gateway above dimensions, the embodiment of art and fantasy."
"This is the third question. According to the rules of the Magic Mirror, the process of claiming the prize is now over. I look forward to our next meeting."
A moment later, the words formed by the condensation of mist on the mirror surface turned into ordinary mist and vanished completely. The densely flowing blue light and the oppressive blackness that had been present on the mirror surface also disappeared.
Triss looked at her reflection in the dressing mirror, her expression inscrutable.
"From the unknowable sublimity, a gateway to dimensions beyond..."
After muttering the honored name given to her by the being in the mirror, she belatedly came to her senses, swallowed back the third part of the honored name that was about to slip out, and patted her chest lightly with a pale face.
"A three-part title—is this a true evil god?"
"Ha...can such a great being be connected just by randomly occupying a magic mirror without a specific target?"
"And why did he tell me the recipe for the 'Pleasure Witch' potion?"
After receiving the three-part title from Cyril, she no longer doubted the authenticity of the potion recipe. A true evil god wouldn't need to tamper with it; they would have many more and simpler ways to influence her.
"If that person were to oppose the 'Primordial Witch' worshipped by the Witch Cult, perhaps I could seize the opportunity... or I might fall into the abyss."
As he muttered to himself, a rhythmic knocking sound suddenly rang out.
Triss calmly tidied up the ritual remnants on the dressing table, and asked without looking up:
"What's the matter?"
Outside the door, the butler Finnell's voice came: "Miss Triss, His Highness the Prince has returned and is waiting for you in the garden on the first floor. He brought back your favorite pastries from outside."
"I understand. Tell him to wait a moment, I'll be there in a bit."
After saying that, Triss looked at herself in the mirror and slightly raised her eyebrows.
This wasn't the attitude she wanted, but she suddenly couldn't control herself and couldn't wait to see Prince Edsack.
I want to hear his voice and gently kiss his lips.
In a house in Queens, with the curtains drawn, Ince Zangwill sat at his desk, a black quill pen in hand, rapidly writing words on an open parchment:
Triss Chick used a magic mirror without a specific target and unexpectedly made contact with a great being who happened to pass through the mirror world, and obtained the potion recipe for the "Pleasure Witch".
This great being is **** (crossed out) **** (crossed out again) (the entire paragraph is crossed out)
After repeated revisions, 0-08, who controlled Ince Zangwell's hand, abandoned this description and started a new line below:
Triss Chick's performance displeased the being who had happened to pass through the mirror world, and he decided to stop paying attention to this insignificant witch. This...is...very...reasonable... (cross out the entire paragraph)
Responding to Triss Chick's presence in the Mirror World, he felt the pull of fate and entered a special Mirror World. This would undoubtedly alarm its master, who was known to be a hostile being, so he was forced to leave the Mirror World.
This is a reasonable development!
As the last word was written, 0-08 fell from Ince Zangwell's hands as if it had lost all its strength.
In the mirror world, a blurry, pale blue door without any physical form silently appeared, then petrified and shattered.
Before the "door" was completely petrified, Cyril crawled inside and entered another mirror world.
As soon as Cyril appeared, countless thick "pythons" began to coil around the peas outside this new, deep, and illusory mirror world.
These "pythons" either have black and white eyes on their tips or beautiful female heads with their tongues flicking out. They stare straight at Sirion, like hunters eyeing their prey.
In an instant, Cyril felt his body stiffen, and a grayish-white stone layer gradually appeared on the surface of his skin.
"Damn it, it's trying to seal off this mirror world."
Cyril bit her lip, stiffened her body and half-squatted down, placing her hand on the solid "ground" beneath her feet.
A faint blue light rippled outwards in concentric circles. Several seconds passed before a "door" opened with great difficulty beneath his feet. In an instant, Cyril fell directly into the "door," which then rapidly petrified under the scrutiny of those outside this mirror world.