Lord of the Continent [Western Fantasy]

When Firmia returned to the room, she found that the nameless gray mist and the unknown monsters had all disappeared, as if they had never appeared, and everything was as usual.

She glanced at the clock on the wall: 13:[-] midnight, only [-] minutes had passed since she left the room, but she clearly remembered that she had stayed in that palace for at least two hours.

Sure enough, she guessed right, the time and space there were completely different from the real world, and the black-haired boy should be as she saw, an amazing existence.

Holding up the blood-stained wedding dress in her hand, Firmia looked at it carefully.

Before this, she only had the opportunity to look at this treasure roughly, but she could already see its exquisite workmanship. Now after inspecting it closely, Firmia found that this wedding dress can be called exquisite workmanship, every detail of it is exquisite. They are all so beautiful, and there is no trace of splicing at all.

What surprised her the most was that there were fine lines on the skirt. Firmia couldn't judge the craftsmanship, but they were extremely complicated and delicate, and the styles of the lines were also very weird. They looked like some digital codes, so carefully identify them. It felt like a vine again, and even more like an unknown occult symbol.

Staring at these weird lines, Firmia's ice-green pupils first became cloudy and then brightened again, and then a faint and piercing unknown music sounded in her mind, making her instantly feel the powerful power coming from this wedding dress.

"I have to try it on," Firmia muttered to herself, "This blood-stained wedding dress will definitely give me the strength to resist the Church of Illuminati and control my own destiny."

She slowly took off the royal princess dress on her body, bare|naked white and flawless carcass|, dragging the blood-stained wedding dress, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the room.

It was a huge full-length mirror, which was three meters high. The copper frame was engraved with exquisite patterns, and it was inlaid with countless broken diamonds and precious stones, shining brightly, making it both classical and luxurious.

Facing this luxurious floor-to-ceiling mirror, Firmia indifferently put on her wedding dress, red and white lace gloves, and a huge wide-brimmed hat with flirtatious red flowers hanging on her head , that is the poisonous snake-kissed flower that grows in the half-orc kingdom.

She stood in front of the mirror and quietly looked at herself in the mirror: very good, now finally she no longer looks like a canary princess.

A red light flashed in Firmia's pupils, and the image in the mirror began to blur. When she looked at the mirror again, she suddenly found that the self in the mirror had changed.

"Firmia" in the mirror looked cold and ruthless, holding a dagger in her hand, covered with strange patterns, which looked very similar to the patterns on this bloody wedding dress.

Blood wedding dress?

Firmia suddenly discovered that "she" in the mirror was wearing a snow-white wedding dress, the style was exactly the same as her own, but without any bloodstains.

The ear-piercing unknown music sounded in her mind again, as if some kind of power was calling to her in the dark, Firmia slowly raised her hand, and slowly stuck it to the mirror, and "she" in the mirror followed suit. Do the same.

The palms of the people outside and inside the mirror were close to each other. Firmia raised her head and looked into her own eyes in the mirror. At this moment, the corner of the mouth of "Filmia" in the mirror suddenly curled up slightly.

Ka-!

There was a crisp and subtle sound, and a crack appeared on the mirror under her hand, and "she" in the mirror suddenly disappeared. Firmia quickly withdrew her hand, took a step back, and then saw a person exactly like her standing In front of him was "Filmia" in the mirror.

They stood facing each other in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Firmia looked at each other carefully. "She" was the complete opposite of her. Her fair skin was covered with water-blue patterns. She still held the dagger in her hand and stared into her eyes.

"I am you, and you are me." The mirror image "Filmia" whispered, "Our souls are different, but we have the same body, and I am the mirror image of you."

For some reason, Firmia was not taken aback by this terrifying and weird situation, she stared straight at "Filmia" in front of her, and kept repeating: "I am you, you are me, we Although their souls are different, they have the same body."

As she kept repeating this sentence, countless memory fragments flashed back in her mind, and she saw many things that she had always longed for but dared not do.

After being abandoned by her father, the mirror image "Firmia" secretly studied the ancient books left by her mother, and then mastered a lot of forbidden black magic.

The mirror image "Firmia" used spells to successfully clear out many members of the royal family, and then came to power and took control of the royal family's right to speak.

"Is this what you've already done? Mirrored me?" she asked blankly.

The mirror image "Filmia" walked up to her slowly, and replied, "Yes, dear, I did all of these."

Firmia asked again: "Then as long as I follow this method, I can get the same result, right?"

The mirror image "Filmia" raised her hand, gently brushed her bloodless face, and said softly: "Yes, my dear, as long as you follow my way, you can also get the same status and rights. "

She held Firmia's face in her slender hands, pressed her bright red lips to her ears, and whispered seductively: "You have to pray to that black-haired god to give you more attention, it's both to you and me." It's good, and besides, I hope you get a lot of blood from evil creatures, which will make you stronger."

Firmia's body trembled slightly, she looked into "her" eyes, finally nodded heavily, and said, "I see."

In the dark room, the tall floor-to-ceiling mirror reflects the light of the crystal lamp. Firmia stands in front of the mirror, only her lonely figure is reflected in the mirror. Her right hand is stroking her cheek, and her left hand is embracing her shoulder. , muttering to himself.

After a long time, Firmia came back to her senses, and the mirror image "Firmia" had disappeared, and the crack on the mirror was restored as before, as if what happened just now had never happened at all, and everything was like a dream.

But Firmia is very clear that she is no longer that cowardly princess, but has become a mirror image witch. In time, as long as she is proficient in controlling those black magic, she can kill people thousands of miles away under the moonlight. among.

Xixi Suosuo's whispers began to echo in her mind: Since you have received great power from the gods, you must be absolutely loyal to him, whether he needs it or not, remember your promise and dedicate your faith.

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In the Dream Palace, Xixiu Mi rested his chin and stared at a beautiful crystal ball, which Hersius specially gave him just now to observe what happened after Firmia returned to the room.

When Firmia started to take off her clothes, Xi Xiumi's eyes widened, but the next moment, a pair of warm and dry hands covered him, covering his dark eyes.

"Hey, Hersius!" Sishoumi yelled, "What are you doing? Let me go!" As he spoke, he raised his hand to push Hersius' paw away.

"Lord Xixiumi," Hersius bowed and whispered in his ear, "I just don't want these unsightly pictures to stain your clear eyes."

The hot breath hit his face, making him a little itchy, Hersius' hands gave off a good smell, Sishoumi couldn't help but startled, and slowly lowered his raised hands.

After a while, Hersius took his hands away and said politely: "Okay, my lord, now you can continue to watch the picture."

Xi Xiumi: "..."

At this time, Firmia in the crystal ball had already changed her clothes, and was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, staring straight at the mirror like a stake, without moving.

Seeing this strange scene, Xixiumi didn't have time to settle accounts with Hersius. She just focused on looking at the crystal ball, wondering what the young noblewoman was going to do.

After a long time, Firmia turned around, faced the air, and began to make various strange movements, while murmuring, but she didn't know what she was talking about.

Xi Xiumi: "??"

"What is she doing?" Xi Xiumi asked strangely.

Hersius smiled and said, "It seems that she has received the power that you have bestowed upon her, and she seems very satisfied."

Xi Xiumi turned to look at Hersius, and asked suspiciously, "Are you sure? Why do I think you're flattering me?"

Hersius lowered his head slightly, looked at the cute boy, and said softly, "Of course, Lord Xixiumi."

Xi Xiumi ignored him, and continued to look at the crystal ball with a puzzled expression on his face. However, he didn't know that in Hersius' eyes, he clearly saw that Firmia split into a second personality, and that The personality has a completely different character from the main personality.

The sub-personality is cold and ruthless, and can do anything that the main personality desires but does not dare to do. Hersius understands that the future Firmia will be more dominated by the sub-personality to carry out her so-called great cause of changing fate .

Xi Xiumi didn't want to watch any more, and recalled the blindfold just now, and asked, "Housekeeper, what did you mean by covering my eyes just now?"

Hersius thought the matter was over, but he didn't expect Xixiu Mi to ask again, and couldn't help being speechless for a while.

Xi Xiumi said angrily: "Do you think I really want to see it? That's why you cover my eyes to stop my indecent behavior?"

Hersius: "..."

Hersius had no choice but to pretend not to hear, took out a cup of steaming black tea from the void, handed it over, and said flatteringly, "Have a cup of black tea to warm up your body, Master Xixiumi."

Xi Xiumi took the black tea, the temperature was just right, took a sip casually, and said dissatisfiedly: "Don't change the subject, Hersius, answer my question."

After only so much effort, Hersius had an excuse, and immediately said solemnly: "I am doing this for your own good. You have not yet reached the age of majority, have you forgotten the laws of Itenity?"

regulations?

Xixiumi thought for a moment, then remembered that there is indeed an inexplicable law in Itenity, that is, minor nobles are not allowed to peep, circulate, or watch any pictures and books about pornographic waste, once discovered or reported After verification, severe penalties will be imposed.

"Uh... I forgot." Xi Xiumi said in a dazed manner, and then complained again: "But I really didn't have any thoughts just now, I swear!"

"Okay, I believe you." Hersius smiled, "I did this just in case, anyway, you don't really have any ideas, right?"

Xi Xiumi nodded heartbroken, and Hersius secretly heaved a sigh of relief, thinking in his heart: How could I let a naked woman enlighten him?That's really scary!What if there are sequelae?If he wants to see it, I'll show him, I have such a good figure...

"By the way, I still want to ask you." Xixiumi said, "How can I not forget everything that happened here when I wake up during the day?"

Hersius recovered from the strange picture, thought for a while, and replied: "As long as you subconsciously believe that you will remember all this when you wake up, then when you wake up in the manor during the day, you will not forget."

Xi Xiumi thought about this passage and felt a little convoluted, so he asked again: "Then if I want, can I come here every night?"

"Of course." Hersius said, "As long as you want to come here when you fall asleep, you will wake up in the dream hall, and there will be lucky visitors summoned by you."

Seeing that Sishoumi still didn't understand, Hersius explained patiently. After all, he longed to meet him in dreams every night.

Hersius is very obsessed with him now, a black-haired boy with rich human emotions, not the ancient god who had no waves ten thousand years ago.

"I probably understand." Xi Xiumi yawned and said wearily: "It's getting late, I want to really sleep, otherwise I will be dizzy when I wake up in the morning."

"Okay." Hersius said softly, "Good night, Xixiumi."

The ancient bell rang again, and Xixiumi's consciousness gradually dissipated. Hersius watched his god leave the dream palace with great nostalgia, and he was full of expectations that he could reunite with him as soon as possible.