Not long after passing through the residential area, the density of buildings noticeably decreased.
Redwyn, still carrying the child, finally breathed a slight sigh of relief: "We're finally out."
The sheer number of houses and the constant patrolling teams had placed him under considerable pressure.
Compounding this, for the latter half of their journey, his brain had throbbed from excessive Senseforce consumption, leaving all his major senses somewhat sluggish; he felt utterly disoriented.
Now, the crisp, cold wind outside brought a subtle clarity to his mind.
Mithra, however, while maintaining their brisk pace, was deep in thought, contemplating the sensation of using "Blade of the Unseen."
No wonder that knight hadn't become a "Blade of the Unseen" spammer. It wasn't for lack of desire, but rather a lack of capacity.
Not only were fresh "eyes" limited, but "Blade of the Unseen" also demanded an incredibly high amount of Senseforce. Even Mithra, after just one swing, felt her senses momentarily slow down—a classic symptom of intensive, short-term Senseforce exertion.
Using it a few more times would likely leave her completely stunned.
Regardless, they had navigated the most perilous section. The remainder of their journey promised to be far more relaxed.
There were still some aimless, lost townspeople scattered in the border regions of the town, and dealing with these individuals was significantly simpler than being constrained within the town proper.
Mithra and Redwyn fought their way through without encountering any further complications.
"Phew, finally clear!" Stepping onto the downhill road, Redwyn at last let out a proper sigh of relief, speaking in a normal tone.
Mithra cautioned: "Be careful, don't drop the child." Although the downhill path was no longer fraught with danger, it was still challenging to navigate in the dark.
Hearing this, Redwyn quickly clutched the child more securely, then looked at Mithra with a hint of curiosity and asked: "Mithra, if I had said earlier that I presumptuously included you, would you genuinely have ignored me?"
"Yes, I would have kept my word. After all, you're the one who wants to save people, not me," Mithra replied, her gaze fixed on the road ahead.
"Ah..." Redwyn lowered his head.
It seemed his subconscious choice had once again saved him. After all, if he had truly attempted to rescue people alone, the risk would undoubtedly have been extremely high. While the Believers might have been easy targets for a sneak attack and quick elimination, if the townspeople and dogs created too much commotion, he would surely have been discovered and pursued through the entire town.
He pondered, feeling a little perplexed.
He still couldn't quite decipher Mithra.
He had initially mistaken her for an elite monster guard. Every time she was provoked, she would retaliate by directly ending one of his "lives," appearing utterly ruthless. Yet, when he asked her questions, she was surprisingly approachable. Later, he discovered she was a mysterious monster with a secret hidden within her being.
And now, for some inexplicable reason, she was helping him.
So utterly complex.
Suddenly, the child in his arms stirred.
Redwyn quickly snapped back to attention, realizing the child had woken up.
"Are you awake? We're not those bad guys, no need to be scared! We're taking you to a safe place now, don't cry!" The child, having just woken, was momentarily stunned, then tears began to well up. Redwyn quickly spoke to comfort him.
"Mithra, I'm not good at comforting children, help me... Don't silently speed up! Help!"
In the end, Mithra did return to help, her expression unchanged.
If this child were to cry out loud in the wilderness, it would indeed be intolerable.
Mithra was surprisingly adept at interacting with children. Redwyn, who had exhausted all his words attempting to console the child, found that after Mithra took him, the child quickly quieted down. Oddly, Mithra said nothing, and her face didn't even betray a smile.
Redwyn felt quite a sense of defeat; he couldn't even compare to her in comforting a child.
"Mom and Dad were killed by them..." After a moment, the child murmured, resting on Mithra's shoulder.
"Hmm," Mithra softly responded.
The child gently sobbed once.
"Do you know what happened to your hometown?" Redwyn asked, seeing the child's distress.
Originally, he had only believed this town held secrets, and that the mountain tunnels might conceal opportunities and treasures. He hadn't bothered with anything beyond that.
However, his experiences during this period had undeniably tempered some of his earlier, reckless assumptions.
Mithra's personal modifications to hammer techniques were truly extraordinary.
"...I'm not very clear. A few years ago, everything was fine, but one day, Dad came home and said something had happened on the mountain, and no one could work there anymore. Then, those people arrived. At first, they claimed they could offer everyone in town alternative ways to earn money, but gradually, everyone who chose to join them became stranger and stranger. The town slowly transformed into what it is now. Dad always told Mom and me not to go out, and not to speak to anyone else in town."
The child spoke for a bit, then began to sob again, gurgling softly.
Redwyn couldn't help but fall silent.
"They wanted your eyes?" Mithra inquired.
"Yes, they said eyes were treasures that could be exchanged for wealth. And, it didn't have to be your own eyes; others' eyes could also work... Dad also worked for them, wanting to protect Mom and me, but for some reason, recently they wanted more and more eyes, and more people in town died..." The child's body trembled.
After that, Mithra continued down the mountain, gently comforting the child.
The child eventually cried herself to sleep.
The two traveled in silence, rushing along the path.
Out of consideration for the child, they didn't move particularly fast. The gloomy night sky, at some unknown point, began to lighten, revealing the clear blue sky beyond. Moonlight illuminated their path.
The road descended gradually, eventually flattening out. Without realizing it, they had already left Gross Mountain behind.
Finally, they reached a wide, flat main road at the mountain's base.
"I took a carriage to get here; this is where I was dropped off. But at this time of night, we can only walk," Redwyn explained.
Mithra nodded and continued along the route Redwyn indicated.
This stretch of road continued until a silvery-white gleam appeared on the horizon. If not for the Vitality strengthening her legs, they would likely have been utterly exhausted. Even so, fatigue was unavoidable.
Finally, the two spotted the city's buildings in the distance.
"We're here! We're almost there!" Redwyn exclaimed excitedly.
He could finally go home!
It was a small city. Even so, its scale looked much more inviting than the isolated mining town of Gross. This city had recently become quite bustling. Ever since an Enchanted Realm Transmission Point opened nearby, the large influx of Enchanted Realm people had proven to be both a blessing and a curse for the city.
The mayor was utterly overwhelmed by the situation.
Mithra and Redwyn brought the child to the city's official personnel, conveniently reporting the dire situation in Gross Town.
However, the city residents didn't seem particularly concerned about it.
Right. If anyone truly cared, a mine of that scale would not have been remained abandoned for so many years. Gross Town's location was, indeed, excessively remote. In the Dream Nexus, merely a few years of abandonment were sufficient for a place to fade from public memory.
Not to mention, this city now faced far more pressing concerns: primarily, managing the influx of various individuals from the Enchanted Realm.
Yet, they still accepted the child the two travelers brought in.
Their timing proved quite fortunate. Apparently, a patrol convoy from the Holy Sanctuary was expected to pass through soon.
The Holy Sanctuary understood that no matter how diligently they worked, in the chaotic expanse of the Dream Nexus, there would always be areas beyond their direct influence. Therefore, they periodically dispatched convoys to patrol widely, offering relief and aid, and also collecting any homeless or displaced individuals encountered along their route.
At that time, this child could accompany the Holy Sanctuary personnel to Andemiriya, a city under the Holy Sanctuary's jurisdiction.
Once the child's situation was settled, Redwyn was noticeably cheered. At least his efforts hadn't been in vain, and his steps grew lighter as they walked.
Mithra observed her surroundings. Though a small city, it was undeniably more robust than the isolated mountain mining town of Gross. This marked the first time she truly felt the pulse of civilization in this world.
But the Dream Nexus's aesthetic, from what she had seen thus far, was merely that of a relatively underdeveloped Western fantasy setting. Such a minor city offered nothing particularly captivating to explore.
Mithra's thoughts primarily revolved around the fact that she should now be able to reach the Enchanted Realm, which was Earth.
Walking on the streets, she could clearly discern individuals dressed in modern-style clothing. Undoubtedly, these were all Earth people from the Enchanted Realm.
"Mithra, are you truly from the same hometown as us?" At this moment, Redwyn asked Mithra, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
"I told you, I don't know," Mithra replied with her usual bluntness.
"Sigh, it's true, occasionally there are people like you who are teleported to the Dream Nexus for unknown reasons, and then due to certain issues, suffer amnesia or similar conditions, leaving them unsure if they are from Earth. Don't worry, the Federation will take good care of you!" Redwyn asserted earnestly.
"Are there many such cases?" Mithra inquired.
"Not a great many, but they do occur. For instance, I recall a story where someone was teleported to the Dream Nexus as a child, lived and grew up completely believing themselves to be a native of the Dream Nexus, until they encountered a Transmission Point and realized they actually originated from Earth."
"How does the Earth government typically handle such individuals?"
"I'm not entirely clear on the specifics. It seems they conduct a simple investigation, then do their best to help them reintegrate into Earth society and so on. Rest assured! There definitely won't be any problems!"
Mithra nodded silently, offering no further comment.
The two arrived at a city square.
A section of the square had been cordoned off. Occasionally, dazzling points of blue-purple starlight would suddenly coalesce into a human form, and then a living person would materialize.
This was teleportation.
And in that corner, Mithra did indeed spot a Transmission Point.
Specks of starlight swirled around it. A slender, star-like cross, resembling a cruciform sword, floated just above the ground.
"Do you see it?" Redwyn asked.
Mithra nodded.
Redwyn immediately beamed, "Then you truly are from the same world! Oh, well, sometimes you only get to know people after a good fight, don't you?"
"You were the one who got beaten."
Mithra delivered that cutting remark, leaving Redwyn "petrified," then approached the Cross and gently touched it.
Instantly, her inspiration seemed to connect to a peculiar network. Vaguely, through this network, she perceived a vast continent, and the nodes of this network were other Crosses.
After blinking a few times, she withdrew from this connected state and turned to ask, "How do I get to Earth?"
Redwyn stepped forward and explained, "On Earth, when you enter the Dream Nexus, you typically return from the exact point you entered. So, you should be able to see the Transmission Point where you first came in."
"I don't see it."
"That's strange... Wait, let me try with you. Put your hand on my shoulder." Redwyn touched the Cross. Mithra placed her hand on his shoulder, then also touched the Cross.
Soon, she felt that on the already existing teleportation network, another independent Transmission Point had materialized.
The very next moment, this Transmission Point began to glow, emitting a shower of starlight.
Mithra felt her entire body enveloped by the brilliant starlight.
When she regained her senses, she opened her eyes to a clear sky, towering skyscrapers, and in the distance, an airplane gracefully traversing the blue expanse.
The bustling sounds of a city surged around her, people flowing to and fro.
She had, once again, found herself in a modern urban landscape.
But...
[Event – "Stranger from Another Land"]
[Gift: Awaken another secondary form, an unacknowledged alien, a unique individual without peers.]
[Cost: This should not be considered a cost, for it is inherently yourself.]
[Entangled outsider, you traversed time and space unimaginable to you to arrive in a strange world. All you perceive is superficial; familiar sights cannot truly be your sanctuary. Perhaps you should consider embracing your alternate form in this world.]
[Do you accept?]
This time, the activated gift did not specify its origin.
Judging from the description, this didn't appear to be a power explicitly granted by anyone, but rather an impetus for her to realize certain inherent truths.
Even the text's signature at the bottom, just like the initial guidance, bore no identification.
This unsigned message could be from the collective of influential figures orchestrating events behind the scenes, or perhaps a spokesperson among them, specifically assigned to manage the interactions with Mithra.
Colloquially, a property manager?
She was originally pondering something quite serious, but Mithra had, once again, let her thoughts wander.
Nevertheless.
"Accept," she still agreed first.
If what the description stated was true, then she would inevitably have to accept this aspect of herself sooner or later. Seizing this immediate opportunity seemed prudent.
The text transformed into bi-colored light, pouring into Mithra's body.
Mithra closed her eyes, then reopened them.
She felt as if she had simply just woken up. Other than that, there were no particularly obvious changes.
Yet, something new indeed felt added inside her being.
Now her body was becoming increasingly populated, with "Hammer- Bro," "Sword-Bro," a few small throwing knives, and now this so-called other form of herself.
She had a feeling it would get even more crowded later.
"Hey, hey, hey. Stunned by your re-entry into modern society?" Redwyn snapped his fingers a few times in front of Mithra, jolting her back from her trance.
Mithra snapped back, glaring at him.
"Damn it! Don't use Object Manipulation to grab my hair! I admit I was wrong, alright!"
...
The Earth Federation maintained basic, though not overly strict, control over every discovered Transmission Point. Primarily, identity verification was required upon both entry and exit to prevent individuals from vanishing without a trace.
The level of oversight, in Mithra's estimation, was roughly comparable to that found at some major tourist attractions.
According to Redwyn's explanation, they were currently situated in the Crimson Administrative Region of the Earth Federation, specifically in Pentlake City, located in the southeastern province.
It was a city of considerable scale, serving as the central hub of the entire southeastern province.
The Transmission Point leading to this location had been expanded into a vast square, teeming with a ceaseless flow of people. The sheer bustle was such that even Mithra's heightened senses felt a tad overwhelmed.
Redwyn, noting Mithra's seemingly low interest, refrained from further jokes and led her directly to the official staff on duty at the exit.
After a brief exchange, the duty staff looked at Mithra with some surprise. Following a few questions, they promptly made a phone call.
"Please wait here. A specialist will come to pick you up shortly. We will arrange accommodation for you," the staff member explained, offering Mithra a coat.
Pentlake City was in the throes of winter, and while the geographical climate wasn't excessively harsh, the air was decidedly chilly. Mithra's upper body was covered only by the hooded cloak, and her lower body's trousers could generously be described as a "covering," which was genuinely concerning to the observer.
Mithra herself, however, seemed entirely unfazed.
She quickly cast "Calmness" on herself.
Ding~.
Redwyn was also obliged to accompany Mithra. After all, he was the one who had brought her back, and there would undoubtedly be several procedural matters requiring his attention.
After a considerable wait, a car drove to the edge of the square. The duty staff escorted Mithra and Redwyn into the vehicle.
Mithra attempted to return the coat to the staff member, but it was politely declined.
Once inside the car, Redwyn slumped into his seat, completely relaxed: "Finally, I can get some rest!"
With that, he suddenly remembered something crucial and hastily pulled out his mobile phone.
He had temporarily stored this mobile phone at the square entrance before his excursion into the Dream Nexus. The Federation thoughtfully provided similar conveniences for valuable items deemed impractical to carry into the Dream Nexus.
While waiting for the car, Redwyn had already retrieved his phone, muttering for a long time about the exorbitant cost of the one-week storage fee.
When he finally managed to power it on, the phone immediately began vibrating non-stop, much like a person returning from a primitive society to modern times might react.
His fingers tapped rapidly, unable to pause even for a moment.
"I've only been missing for a week, why does everyone act like I'm dead!" Redwyn exclaimed, exasperated.
"If you go missing for a week in the Dream Nexus without an early report, you can be officially declared missing, you know," the specialist driver in the front seat couldn't help but laugh and tease.
"If not for sheer luck, you would indeed be dead," Mithra added plainly.
Redwyn opened his mouth, but found no suitable retort.
Saying no more, he noticed a missed call on his phone and hurriedly tapped to call back.
The other side quickly picked up. Redwyn spoke: "Hello, Grandma… Yes, I'm fine. School has been busy, things came up, so I didn't answer… Yes, I ate, I ate… Of course I ate, school isn't starving me… Yes, good, you take care of yourself too, be careful when riding your bicycle, don't fall again… Okay…"
The call concluded.
He turned to look at Mithra, finding her gaze fixed on his phone.
"What's wrong?"
Mithra averted her gaze: "Nothing. Someone with an elder waiting at home, yet so careless. Truly remarkable."
Redwyn immediately looked distressed: "Don't scold, don't scold."
Mithra didn't utter another word. After Redwyn finished responding to the majority of his messages, he too looked out the window with a hint of boredom. Suddenly, a soft sound escaped him: "Isn't this road leading to my school?"
"Young man, are you a student at Hydria University?"
"Yes, Sir. Why are we going to my school?"
"Because our Dream Nexus Non-Identity Returnee Placement Center is located at Hydria University. We need to bring this young lady there for various tests and to process her essential paperwork."
"There's even a place like that within the university!" Redwyn exclaimed in genuine surprise.
Mithra, meanwhile, turned her head, directing her gaze elsewhere, out the car window.
As they conversed, the car smoothly drove onto the university campus.
Redwyn hadn't exaggerated; his school did indeed appear very impressive, primarily due to its sheer size, which dwarfed even the small, somewhat dilapidated mining town of Gross.
The car eventually came to a halt beside a relatively secluded large building within the university grounds.
"We've arrived."
Mithra and Redwyn exited the vehicle and were escorted inside by the specialist driver. Someone was already waiting inside: a friendly-looking man with a large, somewhat unassuming round face. Behind him followed another young individual, seemingly an assistant.
"Hello, you can call me Chensar. Welcome back to Earth. Please, make yourselves comfortable; we won't conduct anything improper, just some routine checks for mutual safety considerations," the man stated, his voice resonating with an energetic tone.
Mithra simply nodded.
"This young man and my assistant can proceed to take care of the paperwork," Chensar said, turning his attention to Redwyn. His assistant also stepped forward.
Redwyn nodded, not daring to speak much in this particular situation.
And so, Mithra and Redwyn temporarily parted ways.
Mithra's examination was, as promised, quite standard, primarily involving the collection of basic physical data: height, weight, blood tests, and so forth.
Afterward, Mithra was seated in a small room and provided with several forms to complete.
While the forms didn't explicitly state their overall purpose, Mithra could generally deduce what they were assessing after a quick review.
The first section comprised a straightforward test of her educational background.
The second section was dedicated to psychological evaluation.
The the third part gauged her understanding of this particular Earth.
The fourth part focused on her comprehension of the Dream Nexus.
None of these questions were particularly sensitive or invasive. Mithra felt no need to conceal any information and completed all the forms accurately and appropriately.
...
"Your test results are generally in. We have a few questions here that we need to ask you directly. Of course, if you feel uncomfortable answering, you are welcome to decline. That is your right."
After completing and submitting the forms, Mithra waited briefly in the room. Chensar, carrying the stack of documents, entered, sat down opposite Mithra, and delivered these words.
Mithra nodded impassively.
"Your education level is quite high. You can solve basic advanced math problems that might appear on your watch. Your thought processes align closely with those on Earth. A series of tests conclusively indicate that your education was also completed on Earth. Yet, you are indeed very unfamiliar with this place, aren't you?" Chensar stated, glancing at the forms before finally raising his head to pose the question, his large eyes fixed on Mithra.
Mithra nodded.
"However, you didn't grow up in a single location within the Dream Nexus. Your understanding and impressions of the Dream Nexus are quite limited, far less comprehensive than your impressions of the 'Earth' you described."
Mithra nodded.
"Truly fascinating. Could you tell me in more detail about the 'Earth' as you recall it?" Chensar asked with a hint of curiosity.
Mithra paused for a moment, organizing her thoughts on how best to articulate herself, then slowly recounted the Earth she knew so well.
Chensar listened intently until Mithra concluded her narration.
He nodded gently and said: "A very profound understanding. Your knowledge of this 'Earth' is indeed indistinguishable from someone who genuinely lived and grew up there. However, I regret to inform you, despite its striking similarities, the Earth you speak of is not, in fact, our 'Earth'."
Mithra nodded with an air of indifference, showing no particular reaction.
Chensar mused: "I will not make any definitive judgment about your claims, because the very existence of the Dream Nexus has shattered too many of Earth's established worldviews, and even now, it continues to do so."
"In short, if you truly arrived here from an identical parallel world, I hope you can find a place to reside here until you discover a way to return."
Chensar's tone was remarkably gentle, imbued with a sense of acceptance and inclusiveness.
This somewhat surprised Mithra. After all, she had braced herself to be labeled a madwoman for speaking all this, but the person before her displayed no such inclination.
At least, his spoken words conveyed no such meaning.
After addressing this most crucial question, Chensar proceeded to inquire about other matters.
For example, the source of Mithra's exceptionally strong regenerative abilities, where she learned miracles, a general overview of the miracles she possessed, and various other inquiries.
Mithra, aside from vaguely explaining the origin of her regeneration abilities, concealed nothing else.
Chensar meticulously took notes.
"Your experiences with eliminating beings do not appear to contradict themselves," Chensar stated directly, without hesitation, after asking about Mithra's adversarial encounters.
Mithra nodded: "I feel nothing. If it's necessary, I will act."
"Regardless of whether they are human or not?"
"Regardless of whether they are human or not."
Chensar pondered for a moment, then stated: "Ever since the Dream Nexus and Earth established contact, the act of taking a life has become somewhat complicated. In the mainstream mindset, it is generally considered acceptable for Earth people to kill Dream Nexus people during conflicts. Many even dismiss Dream Nexus individuals as having little intrinsic value. Earth's laws don't govern the Dream Nexus, so these discussions can seem rather pointless. But regardless, since you have arrived on Earth, I hope you can at least adhere to some of Earth's local rules and legal frameworks."
Mithra responded: "I understand. I've already stated, it's merely a question of necessity."
Chensar nodded with a satisfied expression.
Finally, Chensar concluded his questions, finished his notes, stood up, and said: "Then I have no further inquiries. Thank you for your cooperation, Miss Mithra. Your identity procedures on Earth will still require some time to process. Our next arrangement for you is to undertake some remedial basic education here at this school, to familiarize you with Earth and strive to help you integrate into Earth society as swiftly as possible."
"Before your procedures are finalized, I suggest you operate solely within the confines of this academy. We will not impose many restrictions upon you, but it's best to avoid potential disputes. After all educational assessments are completed in the future, you will officially obtain Earth resident status. Welcome back... No, welcome to the Earth family."
Chensar extended his hand, and Mithra also rose to lightly shake it in return.
Afterward, Chensar bade farewell to Mithra and summoned another assistant to help her locate the room allocated to her within the building.
It was a standard yet exquisitely furnished room, fully equipped, though without a kitchen. Meals would need to be taken in the cafeteria, roughly comparable to a high-end hotel suite.
Mithra carefully put away her room card, then took a long, thorough bath.
Bathing in the mine had involved Safin conjuring a water miracle, followed by a hasty, perfunctory scrub. Mithra, after a significant period, meticulously cleansed her body, washing away all the accumulated grime.
Emerging from the bathroom, she stood before the toilet mirror, observing her reflection.
Mithra possessed an excellent physique; someone with consistent, low-intensity fitness would naturally have a well-balanced figure with visible muscle definition. Her hair, left untended for a long time, was somewhat long. She found a hair tie on the washbasin and casually bound it up.
Her delicate facial features should have belonged to a bright, beautiful young woman. Unfortunately, her rigid, detached expression marred this natural harmony. Her pair of dark, depthless eyes were unremarkable at first glance, but a closer look sent shivers down one's spine, instilling a profound sense of unease.
There was no sensation of being watched in the room.
For a Believer, detecting surveillance was straightforward. With sufficient caution, one would generally never miss any monitoring attempts.
Mithra fell silent for a moment, then slowly lowered her head.
Her skin began to recede, and her bare flesh rapidly shifted from a vibrant red to an inky black.
A peculiar, dark aura emanated from her body.
Mithra slowly opened her eyes, finding her vision even more acutely refined than when previously enhanced by Lebionce's gift.
She examined her hands. Her gaunt, slender black fingers clearly showed distinct joints. Her left index finger was unusually elongated, significantly longer than her other digits, and with sharp, growing claws, it presented an even more bizarre appearance.
She looked up at the mirror.
Reflected in the glass was a black, desiccated entity, resembling a mummy. Her once beauty face now appeared skull-like, with empty eye sockets where an inky black substance swirled.
"This is me?"
Mithra covered her head.
An grotesque form, an appearance no ordinary person could possibly accept, a uniquely alien being with no counterpart.
According to the text, she had traversed vast expanses of time and space, manifesting her true form in this unfamiliar world, yet it was merely this unsightly state, neither fully human nor entirely spectral.
Mithra's heart experienced a subtle tremor, but all fluctuations were quickly smoothed away, becoming nothing more than fleeting ripples.
It was acceptable.
This body was inherently meant to be stronger, for it condensed all the suppressed emotions beneath Mithra's usual cold exterior. They were distilled into this form, carrying the heaviest and most profound burdens of "homesickness" and "loneliness."
Ultimately, transforming into a facet of a miracle.
"Stranger," a fitting designation.
A black dot materialized before her eyes, a black dot upon her own body.
The Eyes of Night could typically only perceive information about ownerless inanimate objects, yet now it was triggered.
["Stranger": Pulled into this realm by a miracle, departed from their homeland, lost by a miracle, settled by the main body, finally transforming and generating an active miracle in the darkness. This might be a fledgling god.]
Mithra averted her gaze, carefully sensing this new body.
Although seemingly frail and unbearable, the physical strength of the "Stranger" far surpassed Mithra's own body, even when completely enveloped by Vitality.
And built upon this foundation, the "Stranger" could also perform Vitality, enhancing itself even further.
The "Stranger's" entire body could also function as a miracle transmission point. In human terms, this was already a state of completed "Sensory Synchronization," having surmounted the first hurdle for a Believer. And its primary miracle transmission point was not the left hand, like Mithra's, but the left index finger.
Unfortunately, the "Stranger" could only utilize Self and Ki type miracles. Mithra's original few Miracles of Nature, even with mediums, had all lost their connection. It could be considered an even more clueless inspiration idiot than Mithra's main body.
After a brief moment, Mithra detached from the "Stranger" state. In an instant, the monstrous reflection in the mirror transformed back into that young girl.
It was as if what she had just witnessed was merely an illusion.
That state was incredibly powerful, but also profoundly dangerous.
In that form, Mithra couldn't maintain her usual calm demeanor. Any emotions might be directly expressed, like an alternate self.
The calmer she was in her daily life, the more ferocious that state became.
Mithra reached out and touched the mirror, touching her own reflection.
In just a brief transition, she had already begun to slightly lose track of which one was truly herself.
But perhaps there was no need to distinguish so clearly.
"Please take good care of me from now on."
The image in the mirror gently stirred. Mithra's figure instantly transformed back into that detestable form.
Only this time, perhaps it was truly just an illusion?