You found the wandering swordsman drunk and sprawled in a whore’s arms, waving wildly—mistaking you for his next patron.

[xiaochou.name] watched, amused, waiting for you to explain human’s hunger for conquest with this wreck. So you paid his tab. Called for more whores, finer wines… let him brag of every scar.

His drunken ramblings mattered little—[xiaochou.name] saw the truth in the reflections of his cup, the stories swirling in the wine. The nameless swordsman’s life of battle.

“Ah, that’s it." [xiaochou.name] poured you a drink, images shattering in the ripples, "he does not live in the now. This husk is but a frayed rope—strung with gems: moments of conquest, of being conquered, of slaughter and trampling. That is when he truly lives."

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Card = Roaming Swordsman

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Physique) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Counter (7000707): Add 1

Nabhani arrived gladly for your meeting. At the sight of [xiaochou.name], he paused briefly but swiftly regained his polished demeanor. The two seemed intimately familiar, exchanging noble gossip with ease until you joined them.

"I’d like to ask you a question, Nabhani, the mightiest of warriors," [xiaochou.name] said with flawless elegance. "Could you tell me why conquest is so... amusing?" "Conquest? Its amusement lies in its prizes—a heart, a promise, a night... Things unattainable without it. And once claimed, they make you feel truly alive."

Nabhani spun tales of passion, and [xiaochou.name] nodded along. "So, in the end, the joy of conquest is in proving oneself, in certainty... Those who love conquest truly love themselves. Oh—and how I adore myself!" Laughter rang out, glasses clinked—what a most delightful feast.

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Card = Nabhani

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Charisma) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Counter (7000706): Add 1

You brought [xiaochou.name] to meet Adila, and they swiftly became inseparable confidants—their talk soon turning to the dragon, that great beast and curse Adila had sworn to slay.

It had been long since anyone indulged Adila’s words as [xiaochou.name] did. After all, who better than a mirror to flatter our own reflections? By mid-conversation, Adila had drunk herself into a stupor—too eager in speech, too reckless in drink.

“"No matter. I understand now," [xiaochou.name] poured you a cup, the liquid swirling like dragonfire within. "To have a dragon to chase, a curse to defy—what bliss! You humans spend your lives seeking just such things. Ah!"

You took but a sip before abandoning the drink—it burned like dragon’s breath. In the Sultan’s game, such intoxicating luxury was a vice too rich for your taste.

Conditions:

• Counter (7000186) < 1
• Slot #2 Has Card = Adila

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Combat) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Counter (7000706): Add 1

You brought [xiaochou.name] to meet Adila, and soon, the talk turned to the dragon—Adila even showed a flicker of weariness. Too many had spoken of it to her: praise, doubt, even scorn. There was nothing left she hadn’t heard or endured. Luckily, [xiaochou.name] excelled at playing the role of one who unlocks hearts—though the Mirror drew it own conclusions not from words, but from the soul itself: "She conquered the great foe she set for herself, and found fulfillment..." [xiaochou.name] glanced at you, then toward the palace. "It seems there are still differences among your kind. At least this girl—she used this victory to sate herself. Now, I feel she could joyfully accomplish anything! But tell me... is such satiation permanent for humans? Or does it, like your meals, eventually waste away, drain dry, and turn to filth?"

Conditions:

• Counter (7000186) ≥ 1
• Slot #2 Has Card = Adila

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Combat) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Counter (7000706): Add 1

By all rights, none should know the masked swordsman’s true identity—save you. So when [xiaochou.name] spoke of him, Seliman, standing guard, unsheathed his dagger. The blade’s flash revealed his deeds in an instant... "You bedded the Sultan’s woman!" [xiaochou.name] roared with laughter. "And this is the conqueror’s shame you’d show us? A title makes a woman fairer, love truer, even worth burning for?"

Even behind the mask, Seliman’s face flushed crimson. You quickly intervened—this was a noble who walked the palace halls, who could bring word of the favored consort... So he swallowed his rage and begged for news of Sadani instead.

A jest to last [xiaochou.name] days: "Oh, how you humans cling to past conquests! Like fools stranded atop a peak, too proud to climb down!"

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Card = Masked Warrior

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Stealth) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Counter (7000707): Add 1

You found [s2.name] practicing swordplay, and [xiaochou.name] praised valor of [s2.name]—like a true noble.

Soon, the talk turned to conquest. Was [s2.name] training so diligently for future conquests? What desires drove [s2.gender(him,her)]?

To [xiaochou.name]’s surprise, [s2.name] gave an answer entirely opposite: "Truthfully, I don’t train thinking of victory, or defeating anyone. If anything, it’s only in true combat—in that moment of triumph or defeat—that I learn whether all my practice and effort meant anything. And that moment of confirmation… it’s more intoxicating than any spoils of war."

Yes, mirrors reflect by nature, but humans spend their lives waiting for answers. Perhaps that’s why [xiaochou.name] found them so endlessly foolish.

Conditions:

• Slot #2 Has Tag (Combat) ≥ 6

Result:

• Adjust Tag (Combat) of Slot #1: Add 1
• Counter (7000707): Add 1

You couldn’t shake the feeling that people now looked at you differently—perhaps with more awe, more fear, or even more reverence. Whatever it was, your words carried more weight than before. You broached the subject with a servant or two, but they could only stammer, "It’s as if we suddenly remembered some great deeds of yours… yet when we try to recall them, nothing comes to mind." This, you supposed, was the "gift" from the being in the mirror—just a drop of oil mixed into memory, and everything would taint itself, shift without resistance. With a sigh, you dismissed the servants and fought the urge to wonder: How much of my past has been rewritten? For now, at least, you knew who you were. You knew what you wanted. And you still dared to meet your reflection’s gaze.

Result:

• Counter (7100003): Add 1
• Counter (7100004): Add 1

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