A gentle, soft female voice rang out.

A silver gradient card had already appeared in Ed's hand, ready to be infused with magic at any moment.

By the faint light of night, Ed saw the uninvited guest who had suddenly appeared in his room.

Long, emerald-green hair cascaded down to her waist, framing fair skin and bright, emerald-green eyes. Hers was an exquisitely beautiful face. Slender, pointed ears peeked out from the sides of her hair.

She possessed a superbly proportioned figure, generous breasts, a slender waist with the perfect amount of curves, and a full, shapely rear; she was the literal dream woman any man would fantasize about. She wore an exceptionally exquisite and elegant silver dress.

"Pointed ears?" Upon seeing this iconic feature, Ed instantly thought of a race from fantasy stories: Elves.

But the problem was, Ed had never heard of such a race in this world.

Of course, it was also possible he was simply ignorant. After all, before meeting Sankaka, he hadn't known about fishmen or mermaids, so it was natural not to know of other races. But as far as he remembered, most elves had golden hair, not green. And since when did elven women have such large breasts?

Aside from the perverted concept art and hentai he'd seen in his previous life, which exploited elves a bit too much, most genuine elven art, anime, and movies he remembered depicted female elves as less endowed, despite their long lifespans.

"Who are you?" Ed asked, still wary, his eyes tracing the beautiful figure before him, especially her stunning curves. He still couldn't believe such a dream-model elf existed.

The figure tilted her head at Ed's question, blinking with a hint of confusion.

"Huh? Don't you recognize me?"

"What do you mean? Why would I recognize you?" Before Ed could finish speaking,

The figure reached out, picked something up from the table, and waved it before him in the moonlight.

It was the magic mirror, no larger than his palm.

Seeing it, Ed instantly understood.

The hot babe before him, perhaps an elf, was the soul trapped within the mirror.

Because her voice had been unclear from inside, Ed had always imagined an old man with a white beard. After all, it was a very cliché situation, and having read enough cultivation novels, he'd had a sense of déjà vu.

He had long ago prepared himself to spend a great deal of time with an old man who would guide him on his journey. But it turned out to be a beautiful, sexy girl. It seemed his luck was on his side.

"How did you get out? Weren't you trapped in the magic mirror?"

Ed couldn't help but ask. He didn't understand, he hadn't poured any magic into the mirror, so how had she gotten out?

Hearing Ed's words, the elven girl asked, somewhat confused, "Didn't you touch it? Touching it allowed me to come out naturally."

"Ah? Is that how it works?"

So, as long as the magic within him became active, she could emerge naturally, rather than requiring Ed to pour magic into the mirror to release her.

Then, she had definitely been rescued, hadn't she?

That meant for countless years before, she had been trapped in the magic mirror without anyone touching it.

Of course, it was also possible she was lying.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Lucilia Anna Canstrol... Benavis."

And so, Lucilia introduced herself with a long string of suffixes to her name.

Yep, she's an elf. Only those who like to live in forests can have such a long, complicated name... Though demons also like long names, Ed thought, before asking her curiously.

"Isn't that a bit hard to remember?"

"Is that so? Then you can just call me Lucilia; that's what my friends call me. By the way, what do you mean, 'like to live in forests'?"

"Even without you saying, I was going to call you Lucilia or Anna. There's no way I'm pronouncing such a long name... Wait... Damn it, you're reading my surface thoughts again?"

"Huh? Isn't that what you wanted to say?" Lucilia asked, confused.

"Of course not! Damn, how many times have I told you not to read my mind?" Ed scolded her, taking a deep look at her. Only after confirming she was acting innocently did he breathe a sigh of relief. Because of her incredibly hot figure, his mind had long ago gone astray.

Only an airhead like her wouldn't react. If it were Elena in her place, he might have already been beaten up, after all, no one could stay calm after hearing all kinds of perverted thoughts about themselves from someone else.

"Okay, then."

Suddenly, he frowned, looking around. Being able to read my surface thoughts means...

"This isn't reality?"

"Of course not. This is your dream."

Hearing this, Ed closed his eyes and collapsed onto the bed.

Then he opened them again.

Whether it was because he possessed magic or for some other reason, he could now wake from dreams freely without begging Lucilia to let him out.

This time, he woke in his own room again, but the oil lamp beside his bed was still lit.

The sound of surging waves outside the ship was clearly audible, unlike the sudden silence from before, no wonder something had felt off.

Looking at the magic mirror on the bedside table, Ed picked it up.

But the mirror didn't reflect his own face. Instead, it showed Lucilia's breathtakingly beautiful face. She sat on a stool, smiling and waving at him. As she did, her ample breasts shook slightly, instantly stirring his "little brother." This was normal; as a healthy young man who hadn't touched a woman in nearly a month, his life was already difficult enough. Now, suddenly seeing such an angel, he'd be more worried if his little brother didn't show any reaction.

Ed gulped down his saliva, staring at her moving breasts, adjusted himself inside his pants, and couldn't help but ask, as if talking to himself.

"Can't you come out?"

His words fell. Lucilia, who had just been in the mirror, was now sitting by his bedside, answering his question with her actions.

Then, Lucilia's figure floated away, turning into a wisp of smoke and dissipating to the spot where she had been sitting in his dream.

There, the book Ed had been working on still lay. After sitting down, she tried to reach for it, but her hand passed right through.

A clear expression of frustration appeared on Lucilia's face.

Seeing this, it meant she wasn't a physical being anymore, but still a ghost—a soul?

"Can other people see you?"

Hearing Ed's question, Lucilia turned her head, shook it, and then nodded.

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

That's good. Now I won't have to make up a story if one day someone finds me in bed with her, trying to explain where I hid such a voluptuous girl from everyone.

"Now that you can come out of the magic mirror, what will you do in the future?" Ed couldn't help but ask, though his eyes were literally glued to her breasts. He had already confirmed that this airhead didn't care at all about him staring at her private parts, as if it were as normal as looking into someone's eyes.

Hearing this, Lucilia thought for a moment, then 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 only follow the Magic Mirror."

Hearing this answer, Ed looked at the Magic Mirror in his hand.

He had a strange sense of déjà vu.

Isn't this the same as having an old grandpa guide you? I wonder if she also knows some deep secrets and can help me gain power. But it's good to have a sexy, simple-minded companion always following you instead of a creepy old man. Thinking this, Ed couldn't help but lick his lips in a lewd smile.

"So, from now on, you can only follow me?"

"Of course. If you throw away the Magic Mirror, I will return to it, just like before."

Lucilia said directly... Hey... No... no, don't do it... Please, I beg you...

While Lucilia thought telling Ed the truth would put him at ease and lower his guard against her, never in her wildest nightmares had she imagined that the moment she revealed it, the other party would already be walking to the window facing the sea, her mirror in his hand, with a not-so-kind expression on his face.

Ed turned to Lucilia, who was scared to death at the thought of losing the freedom she had finally gained after who-knows-how-many years, and who might now be willing to do anything. But he wore a deadly cold expression. Just as Lucilia was about to have a nervous breakdown, he finally broke the deadly silence.

"I don't like someone reading my mind."

Saying that, he threw the small mirror into the sea with all his might.

"NOOOOOO!!!"

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