"Solomonik and Selicia—from the very beginning, they were two different individuals."
Annan turned his head towards Selicia: "Do you remember? About the matter with Nicholas II.
"He was merely a residual image from a nightmare. Yet he thought he was the legendary alchemist, Nicholas.
"You merely retained Solomonik's memories—both in personality and abilities, you are entirely different from him. You believed that this was because you were too self-deprecating, and so you transformed after acquiring this body?"
The corners of Annan's mouth lifted slightly: "Then have you ever considered... that this might be your true nature?"
"…Could it be, I am Ingrid?"
Selicia's pupils shuddered violently.
Hearing Annan's analysis, she now seriously began to doubt whether she was Ingrid, who had forgotten her own memories.
But Annan shook his head: "No, you are indeed yourself.
"Because this body is indeed 'a created puppet.' Ingrid couldn't have become a puppet.
