"...No, it's impossible." His monotonous voice resonated as his hands sweated unconsciously while his eyes switched between the three mirrors.
"However, this is the case; and since you seem to understand without me needing to explain more, it is time to submit and follow me obediently if you do not want these two to die or this seed to disappear."
"No, it's impossible; how can I appear in one of the mirrors while being here?" He replied with a ridiculous smile, but his frown always said he hesitated to deny what he was looking at ultimately.
A red seed? No, contrary to what Alvine imagined, the key had nothing to do with a pearl but like an inverted cross that was jet-black; it was in one of the three mirrors.
He did not need the old man to identify the function of the inverted cross he saw. Even if he could not explain it himself, he was sure that it was something he had and needed at all costs.
With this single clue, the old man did not need anything else to bait Alvine.