Gilan II

"Hm?" Sasha was left somewhat bewildered, her tightly furrowed brows drawing even deeper. "What do you mean...?"

Lady Hera let out a long sigh and slowly explained:

"Mr. Gilan Iros's uniqueness lies precisely in this. Everything about him appeared out of thin air, and as time passes, it gradually increases until it becomes complete."

"Like some kind of retrospection, or perhaps creation."

"His very existence defies common sense."

"As though something had been created from nothing."

"All traces of his existence seem to be gradually created by an invisible hand, little by little, until they become established reality."

"Of course, that is merely a metaphor. As for what is actually happening, I'm afraid only the 'Director' knows..."

After Lady Hera finished speaking, she said nothing more.

Leaving Sasha standing there in a daze.

Even after learning the truth, she was still filled with doubts and countless questions she could not explain.

"He... is someone who doesn't exist?"

Sasha murmured, then smiled and shook her head.

"No, he is real. He is a living, breathing man, a man who has left an indelible mark on my life."

She took a deep breath and no longer questioned it.

She also understood why Gilan's past could not be found...

Because the "Director" had preserved it within film reels by some means, in order to protect him.

Sasha stepped forward a few paces, silently bent down, and placed the film reels in her hands one by one onto the projector in the corner of the room.

Then she pressed the switch.

Click.

The projector began to operate.

Strangely enough, the projected images appeared on the array of monitors before them.

They began looping through Gilan's "history" over the past several centuries. During that time, his appearance and age had changed repeatedly, while the truth