Treasure hunter, sailing on the blue sea

A calm and soft female voice came.

A silver gradient card has appeared in your hand, and the magic power is ready to be infused into it at any time.

In the night light, Alka saw this uninvited guest who suddenly sat in his room.

She has long emerald green hair that falls all the way to her waist and abdomen, tender white skin and a pair of bright emerald green eyes.

This is an extremely delicate and beautiful face.

Slender pointed ears protrude from the side hair, and she is wearing an extremely delicate, luxurious and elegant dress.

Pointy ears?

When Alka saw this feature, he immediately thought of a race in fantasy stories.

Elf.

But the problem is that Alka has never heard of this kind of race in this world.

Of course, it is also possible that he is relatively ignorant.

"Who are you?"

Looking at the beautiful figure in front of him, Alka still remained vigilant and asked.

Hearing Alka's words, the figure tilted his head and blinked in confusion.

"Ah? Don't you recognize me?"

?

What's the meaning? Why do I recognize you?

As he spoke, the figure reached out, picked up something from the table and waved it in front of Alka in the moonlight.

It is the magic mirror that is only the size of the palm of your hand.

When Aka saw this thing, he understood instantly.

The girl in front of her, who may be of the elf race, is the soul trapped in the magic mirror.

Since he couldn't hear the specific sound when he was inside, the image that Alka kept imagining in his mind was that of an old man with a white beard.

The result was a beautiful young girl.

"How did you get out? Aren't you trapped in a demonic realm?"

Alka couldn't help but ask, he didn't instill magic power into the magic mirror.

Hearing Alka's words, the elf girl in front of her couldn't help but asked with some doubts: "Didn't you already touch me? You touched me and I came out naturally."

ah? Is that so?

As long as the magic power in her body becomes active, she will naturally be able to come out, instead of needing to inject magic power into it to liberate it.

Then isn't it certain that she will be rescued?

In other words, she had been trapped in the magic mirror for countless years and had never been touched by anyone.

Of course, it's possible that she was telling lies.

"Meet Alka, my name is Lucilia Anna Canstroll... Benavis."

In this way, Lucilia introduced a long list of suffixes to her name in front of Alka.

"Is it a little too hard to remember?"

It’s not that it’s too hard to remember, it’s just that I don’t remember it at all.

Alka couldn't help but complain in her heart.

"Really? Then you can just call me Lucilia, my friends all call me that."

etc.

"Are you reading my superficial thoughts again?"

"Huh? Isn't that what you want to say?"

Of course not!

"Oh well."

You read again.

Alka calmed down and suppressed his thoughts.

He frowned and looked around.

Being able to read my surface thoughts, which is to say: "This is not reality?"

"No, this is your dream."

Hearing this, Alka closed her eyes and fell violently on the bed.

Then he opened his eyes again.

I don't know if it was because he possessed magic power or for other reasons, but he was able to wake up from his dream freely.

This time I still woke up in my room, but the oil lamp next to the bed did not go out.

The sound of rolling waves outside the boat filled my ears.

Looking at the magic mirror on the bedside table next to him, Alka picked it up.

I saw that what was reflected in the mirror was not my own face.

It was Lucilia's breathtakingly beautiful face, sitting on the bench, smiling and waving to herself.

"Can't you come out?"

Aka couldn't help but ask, as if talking to himself.

His words trailed off.

Lucilia, who was still in the mirror just now, sat beside his bed.

Answered his question with action.

Then Lucilia's figure floated and turned into a cloud of smoke, flying to the place where she was sitting in the previous dream.

There were also books that Alka was flipping over. After sitting on the stool, she wanted to reach out and flip through the books, but her hand went directly through the books.

Lucilia's face showed an expression of obvious frustration.

Watch this scene.

In other words, she is not an entity now, but is still a spirit like a soul?

"Can other people see you?"

Lucilia heard Alka's question, turned her head, looked at her, shook her head and nodded.

"Only you can see me at any time. I can choose other people, who can see me and who can't."

That's fine.

"So now that you can come out of the magic mirror, what will you do in the future?" Alka couldn't help but ask.

Hearing this, Lucilia thought for a moment and shook her head helplessly.

"I'm just a soul. If it weren't for the magic mirror, I would have dissipated long ago. I can still only follow the magic mirror."

Hearing this answer, Alka looked at the magic mirror in his hand.

There is a strange sense of sight.

He patted his head to get rid of the thoughts.

"In other words, you will have to follow me in the future?"

"Of course, if you throw away the magic mirror, I will return to the magic mirror again, just like before."

Lucilia said directly.

She could understand the current situation and directly threw the multiple-choice question to Alka.

Hearing this, Alka couldn't help but think.

The girl beside the bed looked very quiet as she looked at the moonlight outside the window.

"Okay, please take care of me from now on."

Facing the moonlight, Lucilia had a moving smile on her face.

She turned her head and stretched out her right hand, holding Alka's hand and shaking it.

"Thank you."

The touch from her hand made Alka couldn't help but look up at her.

"Can I touch you?"

"Of course, but you are the only one who can touch me."

As she spoke, Lucilia waved her hand around the bed.

Her hand passed directly through the quilt at the edge of the bed, and only when she touched Alka, it seemed as if she was touching an entity.

So how do you sit on it?

Alka couldn't help but think.

However, in real life, Lucilia obviously cannot extract the strongest thoughts on Alka's surface like in her dream.

"The outside world is so wonderful."

Looking at the touching girl in front of her, Alka could feel some empathy.

After all, I have been trapped in the magic mirror for who knows how many years, and I can only sleep in order to maintain my mind.

If it were him, he would have gone crazy.

"Oh, I don't know how many years have passed since I died, and I don't know if my friends are still there."

She held her chin with both hands and looked at the moonlight outside the window and couldn't help but say.

Hearing this, Alka couldn't help but be more curious about where Lucilia was from. After all, she had this delicate face and her ears that looked like an elf.

The calendar used was something Alka had never heard of.

Not only the calendar she used, Lucilia had also never heard of the calendar used by Alka and where she was now.

"Tomorrow I will take you to look at the map and see if there is any place you are familiar with on the chart."

If you don’t even know the name, you may only know it by looking at these topographic maps.

After all, the terrain is not that easy to change.