The person I drew... is it you? Looking up at Feliya's emerald green eyes, feeling the extremely complex emotions in them, Prince Andre could not help but be silent for a moment, and then asked with a surprised look: "Feliya? Why do you ask this? Who else could the person I drew be other than you?" "Brother Andre..." The emerald-eyed girl pursed her lips and did not respond to Prince Andre's question, but turned her eyes away and said softly: "I have counted that when you encounter a problem you want to escape, your favorite method is to answer the question with the question." "..." "In fact, after being captured by that pervert these days, my mind seems to be a little 'clearer', and I have figured out a lot of things that I didn't understand before." Looking down and staring at her sleeves, Feliya said with a complicated expression: "Brother Andre, with your painting level, it is impossible for you to not draw a normal portrait. The only reason I can think of is that the person you want to draw is not me."
"..." After listening to the words of the emerald-eyed girl After that, Prince Andre was silent again for a moment, then he lowered his head and picked up the pen to continue painting, and answered: "No, the person I'm painting is you." "But you're not painting the me in front of you, but the me in your heart, that's why you can't paint it, right?" "..." The emerald-eyed girl said with a lonely look: "Except for the lack of a lot of memories, I have most of Filia's soul and an almost identical body, but you can't convince yourself that you can't treat me as your sister, right?" "..." "After you helped me get a body, you've been indulging my little willfulness, and even willing to accompany me to do some ridiculous things that only children would do...Are you really coaxing me, or are you asking me to 'replicate' the former Filia?" "..." Looking at Prince Andre who was silent in front of him and just kept drawing, the emerald-eyed girl couldn't help biting her lower lip and asked the last question. "Brother Andre, can you tell me, if it was the real Filia who was captured, would you still have people fire the cannon that day?" "Swish... snap..." After hearing this question, Andre, who was drafting, paused slightly, and the tip of the charcoal pencil in his hand broke. That should be... no. With almost no hesitation, this rather cold answer emerged from Prince Andre's mind. For him, the real Filia had already died, and only the intelligent core made of Filia's brain and soul remained. Even if he helped her "reshape" her body, treated her like the real Filia, and insisted on calling her Filia instead of Atifi 01, this point could not be changed. The real Filia had already died!
… “Didn’t we just say that we won’t talk about the previous incident?” After changing to a new charcoal pencil, Prince Andre continued to paint on the canvas, and said gently: “Filia, don’t make a fuss. This time is different from before. I can draw you out right away.” “What about after the drawing?” The emerald-eyed girl whispered: “Will there be any difference after the drawing?” “Yes.” Prince Andre said without raising his head: “Once I am sure that I can draw your ‘soul’, I will start to draw you in the “Royal Palace Night Banquet”, and then we can Stay in that painting together." "Stay in that painting, or be locked in that painting?" "?!" Looking at Prince Andre who stopped his brush again and looked up in surprise, the emerald-eyed girl gritted her teeth and said: "Although I don't understand soul coding technology, I still know something about the research on souls in Area 1. The body is the escort ship of the soul, and the soul is the most reliable carrier of will and wisdom. Although the "Royal Palace Night Banquet" was painted by you, the people in it are not fake. Except that they cannot realize that they are in a painting and need to abide by certain rules, they are completely different from real people. There is no difference, they all have souls. " "..." "Brother Andre, when I was in the painting "Palace Night Banquet" just now, I looked at Feliya who was held by her mother. She was the only one who was still in the whole painting. And what you are going to do now is to prepare to draw my soul in it, and use the soul and existence of my fake sister to make the real sister you drew come to life. Am I right?" "Feliya, you think too much..." Prince Andre closed his eyes after hearing this, and then put down the charcoal pencil and started to draw. While drawing, he shook his head calmly and said: "There is no real sister and Fake sister, she is the real Feliya, and you are also the real Feliya. She is you, and you are her, but you are not complete now. And when I draw you in, she can really wake up in that world, and you can lie in your mother's arms carefree like her... Isn't that good? " "This is not good!" The emerald-eyed girl bit her lower lip and said with disappointment: "Even if I am not the real Feliya, I have the same soul and body as Feliya, and she is just a fake painting! You just want to kill me and use my soul to exchange for a Feliya you imagined!" "She is not my imagination, but a real person." Andre, who was painting on the canvas without raising his head, explained patiently with a calm expression: "Although the space for movement is a little small, it is indeed a real world, even like the world we are in now. The people in it also have flesh and soul. They are real, but the way they exist is different from that of the people in this world.
And I am not killing you by doing this. I just let you in this world fall asleep, and then wake you up in that world... Have you forgotten? I am going to paint myself in it, will I kill myself?" "Andre, you are really crazy!" Seeing that no matter what she said, she could not persuade the stubborn Prince Andre, the completely disappointed emerald-eyed girl could not help but shout angrily: "That pervert is right! You are a clown! A giant baby who cannot face his own mistakes and can only seek self-comfort in the false world he created! You... Uh! Uh!" Raising his hand and drawing a stroke in the air, he directly sealed Filia's mouth. Prince Andre, with veins popping out on his forehead, couldn't help but take two quick breaths to calm his agitated emotions, and then said expressionlessly: "The real Filia would not say such things. It seems that you have been affected by a lot of bad things during the days you were kidnapped by that person. But it doesn't matter. With his current ability, he will never escape from "The Royal Palace Night Banquet". I will deal with him immediately after I finish drawing you, and will not let him continue to pollute your machine Yes, you will have plenty of time to correct it in the future. Filia, although you may think I am crazy now, when you wake up in that world with me with your true identity, you will immediately understand that I am...” “Tsk...” “? !!! !” Hearing the sound of cloth tearing from behind, Prince Andre’s emerald pupils shrank instantly. He turned back suddenly with the brush in his hand and found that a silver knife tip had pierced through the "Royal Palace Night Banquet" floating behind him!