The mirror didn't speak again.
I opened my eyes for a moment, then closed them. When I looked back, the mirror that had been talking to me was gone—vanished without a trace.
As if it had never existed here in the first place.
The whole thing felt unreal, like waking up from a hazy dream.
I had no idea how they chose the doppelgänger, but one thing was certain: it wasn't me.
'First the Dullahan, and now a doppelgänger… I don't know if it's the curse affecting things, but the difficulty here is completely off the charts. Even considering the party's level, this makes no sense. It's like they're deliberately testing how far I can go before I break.'
A part of me couldn't help but wonder—was I the one causing all of this?
The Sieghart bloodline had always been wrapped in mystery.
Even the chairman of the board, Ashtar—one of the Seven Transcendents—had personally stepped in to defend me. Naturally, the examiners were curious about how deep my abilities ran.
