The Memokeeper, held firmly in Ms.
Herta’s grasp, frantically tried every method, but to no avail.
Imprisoned within the mirror, there was no possibility of escape.
Bayle looked at the weapons piled up like junk and pondered which one would suit him.
“Longsword.” Bayle glanced sideways at Ms.
Herta, but she was only watching the Memokeeper and did not turn around.
“Why a longsword?” Bayle felt that he had handled the bow and arrow quite well just now; it just wasn’t very suitable for close combat.
Ms.
Herta let out a soft laugh.
“If you hadn’t had auto-aim while using that bow earlier, I’m afraid you wouldn’t have even touched this little bug’s Tail.
Do you really think that suits you?” Bayle twitched the corner of his mouth: “Doesn’t that just mean I don’t have a talent for archery?” “You are suited for a longsword, believe me?” Even though Ms.
Herta didn’t provide a single reason, Bayle believed her.
Obviously—when a member of the Genius Society gives personal instruction, what more could you ask for?
“Of course I believe you.
Any recommendations?” “Are you doing that badly?
You don’t even have a weapon?” Ms.
Herta paused, then retracted her statement.
“No, I should say you’ve been protected very well.
Forget about the weapon for now; I’ll help you find one later.” She lifted her chin, signaling him to look at the Memokeeper.
“What do you need this one for?
If it’s useless, let The Fourth Mirror eat it.” The Fourth Mirror: “Hehehe…
I can’t wait!” Seeing invisible hands reach out from the mirror to grab its body, the Memokeeper was scared out of its wits.
“No, no, no…
don’t kill me…
I’ll tell you everything!!!
Emanator!
Ms.
Herta!
Spare my life, please…” “You’re begging the wrong person.” Ms.
Herta calmly stepped back, signaling for Bayle to handle it.
Bayle scanned the Memokeeper and asked: “Can her Remembrance be viewed?” Upon hearing this, Ms.
Herta had The Fourth Mirror swallow the Memokeeper whole.
The Fourth Mirror was full and even let out a satisfied belch.
“Hic~ Long live Ms.
Herta~ I’m a bit stuffed, though.
Next time, I want to change my appetite and eat something else.” Ms.
Herta chuckled: “Be grateful you have anything to eat at all.
You’ll be eating a device in a bit.” “As you wish, noble Ms.
Herta.” [Huh?
Didn’t he say he wanted to view the Remembrance?
Why did he just let it get eaten right after?] [No idea.
Could Ms.
Herta just be humoring Bayle?
But did I miss something?
Since when did Bayle get so close to Ms.
Herta?] [Who knows?
I can’t wrap my head around the logic of the Genius Society.] Ms.
Herta picked up a device from the experimental table and tossed it to Bayle: “You operate this; I’m going out for a moment.” “Alright.” Seeing Bayle agree, Ms.
Herta turned and left the area.
The Fourth Mirror floated over to Bayle, chattering incessantly.
“Yo, yo, yo!
Why are you staring at it for so long?
Don’t tell me you don’t know how to use it?
I!
The Fourth Mirror, Ms.
Herta’s favorite, can begrudgingly tell you how to use this thing!” Bayle glanced at the manual twice and plugged the terminal into the computer.
“Do I need to remind you, little mirror, that I don’t even need a weapon to shatter you?” The Fourth Mirror: “…” The Fourth Mirror: “Hahaha…
Oh, I was just joking!
How could the esteemed Emanator possibly not know how to operate a small mechanical device?” “Oh, yes, that’s it!
The Emanator is truly amazing!
Yes, now it can be eaten by me, ah~” The Fourth Mirror opened its mouth for a long time, but didn’t get to eat the device.
“Eh?
Why aren’t you giving it to me?” Bayle rested his chin on his hand, pondering: “What is the structure inside your stomach?
An independent space?
Or is it a mirror, or perhaps…” The Fourth Mirror: “…?” Folks, in all the time I’ve existed, this is the first time someone has been curious about what’s inside my stomach.
This is a disaster~~~ The Fourth Mirror said cautiously: “You…
you aren’t thinking about cutting me open, are you?
No, you can’t!
If you do that, Ms.
Herta will definitely be angry!
I am her favorite mirror!
The only one!” Bayle, who had originally been wondering if The Fourth Mirror’s space would harm an Emanator and if he could sneak inside to take a look, suddenly seemed to have gotten a new solution.
But shattering it doesn’t seem very useful, does it?
The vortex on this mirror is quite obvious.
Thinking this, he tossed the device straight into The Fourth Mirror’s stomach and then operated the computer according to the prompts.
The screen went black for a few seconds before starting to display images, stuttering intermittently.
The Fourth Mirror had originally thought Bayle was just an ordinary guest and hadn’t taken him seriously at all.
As it turned out, that arrow of Bayle’s had made it a bit intimidated.
Aba aba…
Although it was just a casual strike, shattering the mirror seemed quite easy.
No!
Its status must be higher than his!
After all, it is…
“The Fourth Mirror, is there a way to make it clearer?” “Of course!
Please wait a moment, let me see…
Hmm…
So that’s how it is…
Look, right here!
This is the manual, here you go!” Bayle twitched the corner of his mouth.
Is it really that dramatic?
Isn’t this little mirror supposed to be arrogant?
How did it wilt after just two threats?
[I think I’ve become a fan of this little mirror; it’s actually quite interesting.] [Yo, weren’t you Ms.
Herta’s number one fan before?
What?
Even a fickle lover wouldn’t switch targets this fast, right?] [Shh, Ms.
Herta doesn’t know.
I’m a dual-fandom player now~] [This is the Garden of Recollection up there, right?
Is that old geezer Fuli around?
I want to find him for a photo!] [It’s just an ordinary little thing, and you expect to see an Aeon?
I think your brain needs an upgrade.] [Bayle, Xiaojiu, Jiujiu~~ Why are you ignoring us?
We were just joking before.
We feel so bored when you don’t pay attention to us.
Can we make a deal?] “Shut up.” The Fourth Mirror: “Hm?!
Ah…?
I, I don’t think I said anything.
Okay, okay, okay, I’ll shut up.
You proceed.” Bayle: “…” [What a heartless guy~] [Tch, there will come a time when you’ll need to ask us for help.
We’re here to assist you, not to harm you.] Bayle ignored the barrage; besides, he had the system watching 24/7 now, so he figured there wouldn’t be any problems.
He flipped through it roughly.
Most of what was in the Memokeeper’s mind was about infiltration, the Memetic Zone, or other miscellaneous things that he couldn’t make heads or Tails of.
Can’t everyone just speak in very simple, easy-to-understand language?
Riddlers…
I hate them the most.
He patiently flipped through for a while longer, when he suddenly heard some fragmented sentences.
“Weng…
Rose…
Remembrance…
Manipulation…”