Ailet x Terry [Part 1 Complete]

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At this, the chimeras squealed with jealousy, and the people around them took a step back.

The gaze of social criticism enveloped Morifice's backwater.

After a while, Morifis looked back and asked.

"Marquis Lequode, why do you see it with such eyes?"

"What are my eyes like?"

"It's hard to see the magical waste that has been stuck in the lab for half a year."

Romina did not deny. Instead, I tried to do it earlier, but I moved on to the mirror story.

"Anyway, this mirror seems to show an ideal."

Dröröb!

As if to signal the correct answer, the wall opened and a new path was created.

"Is it the rule that if you fit the purpose of the mirror, the door will open?"

Knowing his ideal, which he had never known, Raywin gave a dazed face.

Prince's expression, meanwhile, was not seriously good.

It was because Morifis was stuck in front of the mirror that he continued to see Suin's appearance.

If the mirror weren't just a piece of the dungeon, Prinz would have smashed it in the first place.

Romina urged.

"Let's move on."

"I'll go a little further, Marquis."

"...... Well, whatever you do."

Romina was pathetic, leading the others to move first.

Morifis didn't know how to fall from the mirror, and only Odelitte was left by his side.

"Did you like it that much? Stop and go, big grandfather."

"Wait, my nephew and granddaughter. I still have something to do in this room."

At one point, Morifis had a mesmerizing expression.

He approached the curtain wall where the mongrels had been half-struck earlier.

"I've been bothered about this place for some time now."

"And then it turned out......."

O'Delit was puzzled in hindsight.

It was strange to put curtains on a wall without windows.

You said it was because of the order of the Virgin, but is there something to hide here?

Tsarrup!

As the serpent bit the curtain with its beak and wet, half of the wall that had been obscured was revealed.

Odelit found something special among the various mirrors.

"Painting?"

What was in the place where the gaze was studded was a grotesque portrait.

For a sweet black-haired nobleman was stretched out wearily in a chair.

"This is not a picture. It's a mirror."

"Yes?"

It was a half-hearted moment. The nobleman raised his head slightly to see Morifis and Odelit.

Odelitt was stunned by the eerieness, but Morifis was bold.

"You look like you've locked up a person in a mirror. It's a mirror of the prison, so it's really interesting."