Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 567 Drawing (Part )

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 remain silent for a moment, then asked in surprise:

"Filia? Why do you ask? Who else could I draw except you?"

"Brother Andre..."

The emerald-eyed girl pursed her lips and did not respond to Prince Andre's question. Instead, she turned her eyes away and said softly:
"I've counted and found that when you encounter a problem you want to avoid, your favorite method is to answer the question with a question."

"..."

"In fact, after being captured by that pervert for these days, my mind seems to have become clearer. I have figured out a lot of things that I couldn't understand before."

Looking down at her sleeves, Filia said with a complicated expression:
"Brother Andre, with your painting skills, it is impossible for you not to be able to draw a normal portrait. The only reason I can think of is that the person you want to draw is not me."

"..."

After hearing what the emerald-eyed girl said, Prince Andre was silent for a moment, then he lowered his head and picked up his pen to continue painting while answering:

"No, the person I drew is you."

"But what you are painting is not 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 somewhat lonely look:

"Except for the fact that I'm missing 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 regard me as your sister, right?"

"..."

"After you helped me obtain a body, you have been indulging my little willfulness. You were even willing to accompany me and do some ridiculous things that only children would do... Are you really coaxing me, or are you asking me to 'reproduce' the former Feliya?"

"..."

Looking at Prince Andre, who remained silent and just focused on painting, 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 firing that day?"

“Rustle…Crack…”

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.

Almost without any hesitation, this rather cold answer emerged from Prince Andre's mind.

To him, the real Filia had died long ago, and only the intelligent machine core made with Filia's brain and soul remained.

Even though 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 has died long ago!
……

"Didn't we just say that we won't talk about the previous incident?"

After replacing a new charcoal pencil, Prince Andre continued to paint on the canvas while soothing him in a gentle voice:

"Filia, stop making trouble. This time is different from before. I can draw you right away."

"What happens after the painting is finished?" The emerald-eyed girl whispered:
“Will there be any difference after the painting is finished?”

"There will be."

Prince Andrei said without raising his head:
"Once I am sure I can paint your 'soul', I will start painting 'A Night Banquet at the Royal Palace' and put you in it. Then we can stay in that painting together."

"To stay in that painting, or to be trapped in that painting?"

"?!"

Seeing Prince Andrei stop painting again and look up at her in surprise, the emerald-eyed girl gritted her teeth and said:
“Although I don’t understand soul coding technology, I still know a little about the research on the soul 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 you painted the painting "A Night Banquet at the Royal Palace", the people in it are not fake. Except that they are not aware that they are in a painting and need to abide by certain rules, they are no different from real people. They all have souls. "

"..."

"Brother Andre, just now when I was looking at the painting "Evening Banquet at the Royal Palace", I looked at Filia who was being held by her mother. She was the only one standing still in the whole painting.

What you have to do now is to prepare to draw my soul into the painting, and use the soul and existence of my fake sister to make the real sister you drew come to life. Am I right?"

"Filia, you think too much..."

Prince Andrei closed his eyes upon hearing this, then put down the charcoal pencil and began to draw. While drawing, he calmly shook his head and said:
“There is no such thing as a real sister or a fake sister. She is the real Filia, and you are also the real Filia. She is you, and you are her, but you are both incomplete now.

And when I draw you in, she will be able to truly wake up in that world, and you will be able to lie in your mother's arms without worries 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'm not the real Filia, I have the same soul and body as Filia, and she's just a fake painting! You just want to kill me and use my soul to exchange for a Filia you imagined!"

"She is not a figment of my imagination, but a real person."

Andre, painting on the canvas without raising his head, explained patiently with a calm expression:

“Although the space available for movement is a little small, it is indeed a real world, even the same as the world we are in right now. The people in it also have bodies and souls. 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 am just letting you in this world fall asleep, and then waking you up in that world... Have you forgotten? I am going to draw myself in it, so will I kill myself?"

"Andre, you've really gone crazy!"

Seeing that no matter what she said, she could not persuade the stubborn Prince Andrei, 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... Ugh! Ugh!"

He raised his hand and drew a stroke in the air, directly sealing 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 a thing. It seems that you have been negatively influenced during the days you were held hostage by that person.

But it doesn't matter. With his current abilities, he will never escape from "The Royal Palace Night Banquet". I will get rid of him immediately after I finish drawing you and will not give him the opportunity to continue to pollute you. You will have plenty of time to correct yourself in the future.

Felia, 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..."

"laugh……"

"?!!!"

Hearing the sound of cloth tearing coming from behind him, Prince Andre's emerald pupils couldn't help but shrink instantly. He turned back suddenly with the paintbrush in his hand, and found that a shiny silver knife tip had suddenly stuck out of the "Night Banquet at the Royal Palace" floating behind him!

(End of this chapter)