"Being loved?"
Svanni stopped in her tracks, turned her head, and looked at the reflection in the mirror blankly, slowly saying, "What do you mean by that? Are you mocking me?"
The Dark Elf hadn't explicitly said anything, but the icy cold gaze she cast made her message unmistakably clear—no more words.
Shut up.
"What do I mean?"
However, the Mirror Demon seemed to lack emotional intelligence at the moment and obliviously replied, "Nothing special, really, I just wanted to tell you that you also have the right to be loved—"
Bam.
The reflection in the mirror was speaking eloquently when suddenly the scene spun wildly in front of it.
The mirror that held the reflection was violently swung by hardened flesh, spinning several times in the air before crashing heavily into the wall of the treehouse.
Bam!
Then it bounced onto the ground, sliding several meters before landing face up in front of Svanni's black knee-high boots.
