Diary of Guarding Monster Girls-Chapter 619 - 354 Tongue, very astringent! (Seeking subscription!)_2

Then, a petite head slowly emerged from the mirror surface.

At this moment, the Mirror Demon no longer replaced anyone's reflection but bore a stranger's face.

She had a girlish, delicate face, with elf-like pointed ears peeking out from her silver hair.

Her hair flowed like liquid mercury, falling smoothly behind her, gently floating in defiance of gravity with her movements.

The Mirror Demon's large eyes resembled two deep silver lakes, pure and mysterious, shifting emotions with each glance, enigmatic beyond measure.

Various emotions stemmed from the memories of what she saw and heard, from the stories she recorded.

However, when the silver-gray eyes swirled once, all that mystery vanished, leaving only a playful liveliness.

"Hmm... Phew!"

She widened her eyes, cautiously looked around, and slowly let out a breath of relief.

"Phew, thank goodness, he seems not to have noticed. Haha, it's good I made extra preparations!"

Lukalia sighed, gently patting her chest, and floated out from the mirror.

Her slender body, as youthful as her appearance, was estimated to only reach Herbert's chest, looking quite petite, with a pair of fairy wings formed from broken mirror shards on her back.

Her body seemed bathed in moonlight, with a translucent silver glow outlining her slender curves. Every inch of skin exposed outside her silver-gray gauze was covered with fine mirror-like cracks.

After stepping out from the mirror, she stretched lazily without caring about her image.

As she stretched, these cracks refracted star-like fragments of light, reflecting within her body.

"Hmm~ Ah!"

"Hmph hmph, that lecherous foolish Paladin would never guess, this is my true form!"

Though the Mirror Elf is special, able to mimic the appearances of other creatures, ultimately, it's still a kind of elf, not much different from flower sprites, tree spirits, water elves, and the like.

They do have their true appearance—this ghostly girl form is Lukalia's true "shape."

Just like "a Demon's true name cannot be known" and "a Demon's contract must be observed," the Mirror Demon's race also has special constraints.

As faceless mirrors, their true appearance cannot be seen by others.

Once seen, they can no longer transform into that person's likeness, losing their greatest protective measure.

In the past, no one had ever seen Lukalia in this form.

All anyone ever saw was their own reflection in the mirror, without exception.

And now she revealed her true form, not out of negligence, but to complete a special ritual.

Lukalia took a deep breath, focused all her energy, and extended her tongue to lick her finger.

With her fingertip dipped in silver liquid, she slowly wrote in the ancient forgotten language on the surface of the Ancient Mirror.

"I will witness."

The first line of text glowed with silver light, then slowly sank into the Ancient Mirror, disappearing.

"I will record."

The second line of text did the same, dissipating after being written.

"I will tell."

And when the third line was finished, the previously vanished two lines reappeared.

"Hehe~"

She laughed softly with satisfaction, her tongue glowing silver lightly licking her lips, watching the three lines of text disappear.

Witness, record, tell.

The ritual was complete.

In the future, whenever Lukalia wished, she could appear in the reflection Herbert looked upon, replacing his shadow, quietly observing him.

Even if Herbert wasn't in front of a mirror, just by paying a small price, she could still "see" him.

But at the same time, she would face certain limitations, her true form becoming more vulnerable, unable to leap to another mirror surface.

There are advantages and disadvantages.

This was Lukalia's decision; she had already designated Herbert as her next observation subject.

She would witness Herbert's future, record his experiences, and eventually narrate his story to others.

For this, she was willing to pay a certain price.

Anyway, now confined in this place where she cannot leave, and no one can enter, her real form wouldn't be in danger.

Just right~

Now, the biggest disadvantage was gone.

I am truly a genius!

As Lukalia was basking in the pride of her genius idea, two light knocks came from behind her.

Knock, knock.

... Hmm!!?

Lukalia quickly recollected herself, turning to look behind her.

Who!!?

"Well, may I ask, who were you calling the foolish Paladin just now?"

Behind her, Herbert had pushed open a small Teleportation Gate that allowed only his face to be visible and was now asking curiously: "Miss Lukalia, could you tell me the answer?"

After hearing her monologue, Herbert finally decided to speak up.

Were you just badmouthing me behind my back?

!!?

Faced with Herbert's questioning, Lukalia was utterly panicked: "How are you here!!?"

Wrong.

When did he get here!!?

Why didn't I sense anything at all?

Wait a minute!

Did he see my true form?

Thinking of this fatal point, Lukalia was completely frozen in place.

Herbert looked at her with a smile and said casually, "Nonsense! This is the Disciplinary Hall. As a Prison Warden, where can't I go?"

Herbert glanced sidelong at the Mirror Elf, who had an expression of having "been deceived," and curled his lip.

What's the matter?

Did I just give you a fright? Do you have to look so glum?

What's the big deal!

Don't you know I control the Sealing Array of the Mirror Space?

Don't you know that once I activate the map in the Disciplinary Hall, I can teleport back anytime I want?

Oh.

You really didn't know~

Then it's alright.

"Oh, by the way."

Herbert winked at Lukalia, his gaze landing on her mouth with a teasing smile, "Your tongue is quite... colorful."

A silver tongue, just looking at it makes it seem dry.

"Colorful... shut up!"

Lukalia, completely losing her composure, grabbed her hair and shouted angrily, "Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!!"

"Oh dear, why so hasty? In a bad mood?" Herbert blinked, unaware why she suddenly had such a big reaction.

Menopause?

And Lukalia couldn't explain her distress at all; she could only hold her hair in despair and shout powerlessly.

"Go away!"

"Go on!"

Rotten luck!

Now it's a complete disaster!

When Herbert mentioned the color of her tongue, she finally understood the situation completely — Herbert would only see her true form.

She completed the ritual, allowing her to peek into Herbert's life, but at the same time, she couldn't disguise herself as his image in front of him.

So that means...

Whenever Lukalia tries to secretly observe Herbert, he will clearly see her appearing in the mirror.

Isn't this just awkward now?

Now, she's completely tied to him!!?

"This is over..."

.

.

Elda.

Knock knock.

"Teresa!"

Yunier knocked on Teresa's room door and asked inside, "Have you changed your clothes? Can I come in?"

Inside the room, there was a pause of silence, then Teresa's weak voice sounded, "…Yes, I've changed. Please come in, the door's not locked."

"Alright!"

Click!

Yunier pushed open the door but didn't enter immediately. Instead, she first peeked in from outside to make sure she wouldn't disturb Teresa, then stepped inside.

There was no bed inside; one could call it a room with four bare walls.

But this wasn't specifically targeted at anyone; it was the same for everyone.

In this special place, it was already impressive to have this simple room; there weren't any luxurious materials like silk.

Yunier sat down beside Teresa and curiously asked, "Teresa! I heard that you accidentally fell into the water just now?"

"Why were you so careless?"

Teresa pursed her lips and gently shook her head, not explaining further.

"It's nothing, I just got distracted for a moment."

Sofia had warned her not to tell others what had happened before Lord Herbert returned, to avoid causing any controversy.

Though she didn't want to say much, Yunier didn't want to give up so easily.

"Hmm..."

Yunier looked at Teresa's expression, hesitated for a moment, blinked, then suddenly lowered her voice, leaned in close to her ear, and asked quietly, "Looking at you... are you thinking about Lord Herbert?"

Teresa: ???

How did you know?

Wait, no!

Why did our conversation bring him up?

How did you guess?