A letter from a great existence? Lumian suddenly laughed, interrupting the old man's words, "I feel that you don't actually exist in this house."
As Lumian spoke, Franca stepped sideways, moving close to Jenna, with layers of phantom images appearing in her eyes.
The old man in a crumpled formal suit and thin frame seemed eager to express himself and actually explained his current state to Lumian, "If I believe I exist, and you believe I exist, then I am existing. The reverse is also true."
Franca felt a bit of a headache, muttering, "Are you talking philosophy?"
The old man's eyes brightened. "How did you know that my previous, hmm, in your terms, Sequence was called Philosopher?"
Seriously… A Demoness's spiritual intuition is no joke… Franca was momentarily stunned.
Philosopher? Lumian suddenly thought of a secretive organization, an evil god cult: First Philosophy!
