That face had been imagined from his own subconscious; that coat had been transformed using Night's Pilgrimage; that outfit had been conjured out of habit.
The so-called "Night Raven," the very existence of the ninth Song of the Wanderers, had merely been another identity Fang Ran used to conceal his power—an accidental creation born from the Phantom Cards.
But—
That identity had actually come "alive."
"Why don't you take a guess?"
Watching his own disguise smile and throw the question back at him amid the night of the scenario, even opening the same black eyes as his own, the scene felt surreal, almost magical.
Could you imagine the character you played suddenly appearing before you one day like a real person?
He could sense no aura and find no answer in her gaze.
The moment he realized that even the Golden Eye in his right eye could not see through the truth of the Night Raven before him, he understood that her existence was even more troublesome than he had imagined.
Fang Ran looked at Night Raven. He had never imagined he would look at that figure from this perspective. His hand gripping Silver Severing Dragon Tooth tightened uncontrollably as he spoke again, his voice heavy and strained.
"What exactly are you?"
The power of Dual Cards did not possess the ability to create a personality. The him in that body was undoubtedly himself, complete with full consciousness.
Then, if he himself was Fang Ran, within the other body created by the power residing in Dual Cards—
What exactly was Night Raven?
"You still can't guess? How heartbreaking. It was bad enough that you'd barely let me appear lately, but just now you even wanted to come clean to everyone."
Night Raven lightly shook the tips of her silver hair