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Chapter 8: Seiran Master of Illusions
He was standing a few yards from where I was. But… he didn't give off the same aura as the Forgotten Portrait…
His clothes were slightly different and his eyes were… distinctly yellow.
I backed away. "You're not Him."
He paused, as if he wasn't sure how to respond.
He smiled slowly. "No. I guess I'm not."
He waved his hand over his hair. A fiery orange color spread across, replacing the lilac.
"I seriously thought that was gonna work... You're smarter than I originally thought."
I backed away. "Who are you? Are you a painting by Guertena?"
His smile faltered. "No… I'm not by Guertena." He paused. "Would you believe me if I said I was a visitor too?"
"No."
He frowned. "Why not?"
"You just changed your hair color by simply waving your hand! That's something a normal person can't do. Unbelievable."
"I've been here a long time. Would it be too hard to believe that I picked up a few tricks?"
"You masqueraded as my friend. You seriously expect be to believe anything you say after that?" Then a new thought hit me. "Wait, how do you know Garry?"
"I met the Forgotten Portrait a while back. He mentioned he was with someone else. You're a very special person to him Ib."
I blushed slightly. "How do you know my name?'
"H-he… uh…. calls out for you a lot…" It was faint but there was a distance scarlet creeping across his cheeks. Why would he…?
"Well you know my name. How 'bout yours?"
His smile returned. "I thought you'd never ask." Bowing with a flourish he said:
"I am Seiran. Master of illusions."
