Chapter 297: Mirror, mirror

"Give that back to me!" screamed the White Canzer, becoming increasingly even more feral. No matter how much she tried to control her face to seem attractive to Atlan, she could not hide the panic in her eyebrows.

Atlan held the mirror in his hands. No matter how much he looked at it, he could not see any sign of magical powers inside it. Even when he used his Thermal Vision, there seemed to be nothing special with this mirror; it was an ordinary object.

"What is this?" he asked the White Canzer.

"It's—it's nothing! I just need the mirror so that I can look at myself all the time!" she said.

But Atlan wasn't convinced. Throughout all this time, even when the White Canzer was obsessing with her looks, she never once took out her hand mirror from her dress and looked at herself.

Not only that, she would rather experience death from his Cherubic Retribution rather than let this hand mirror get affected by it.