A gradually approaching presence suddenly interrupted the current topic.
Agatha immediately withdrew her finger from the mirror's surface, "Someone's coming, a servant."
"Understood, I won't scare him," the voice in the mirror directly entered her mind, "I'm right beside you. When you look carefully, you will find me."
Agatha nodded, but just as the "she" in the mirror was about to leave, she seemed to suddenly think of something and asked subconsciously, "Are you... cold over there?"
"...I'm not cold anymore."
The voice dissipated in her mind, and the feeling of being watched also gradually faded, the mirror's reflection of another Agatha returned to a regular mirror image—eyes covered by black fabric, dressed in the robe of a priestess, silently standing in front of the mirror.
Agatha hesitated for a moment, tentatively reaching out her hand towards the mirror, touching only the cold glass—enough to make one doubt if everything that just happened was merely an illusion.
