A gradually approaching aura suddenly interrupted the current topic.
Agatha immediately withdrew her fingers from the mirror. "Someone is coming, it's a servant."
"I understand, I won't scare him," the voice in the mirror directly entered her mind. "I am right beside you, and when you search carefully, you will find me."
Agatha nodded, but just as the "her" in the mirror was about to leave, she seemed to suddenly think of something, and subconsciously asked, "Are you... cold over there?"
"...I am not cold now."
The voice faded in her mind, and the feeling of being watched gradually dissipated. The reflection of another Agatha in the mirror returned to a normal image—her eyes covered with black cloth, dressed in the robe of a female priest, standing quietly in front of the mirror.
Agatha hesitated for a moment, tentatively reaching out to the mirror, touching only the cold glass—it even made one wonder if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion.