| Azuma | ——. |
| Izumi | ...Azuma-san, are you okay? |
| Azuma | Director...? Where am I...? |
| Izumi | The hotel. Tasuku-san carried you back.... |
| Azuma | I see.... |
| —What about the matinee? It should’ve started already. |
| Izumi | We asked Guy-san to act as a stand-in. |
| Azuma | I need to go—. |
| Izumi | Are you sure? |
| Azuma | Yes. Let’s hurry. |
| |
| Izumi | .... |
| Azuma | .... |
| |
| Guy | “Do you have business with her?” |
| Tsumugi | “There’s something I want to tell her... But I can’t meet her face-to-face.” |
| Guy | “How strange. Well, why don’t you write a letter then?” |
| Tsumugi | “A letter... that’s a good idea! I’ll do that!” |
| Izumi | (Guy-san has the lines and actions down just like Azuma-san.) |
| (His age and appearance suit the role of a doctor, and Tsumugi-san is covering for him, so it looks like we don’t have to worry.) |
| Guy | “This letter is from her. Unfortunately, I can’t deliver her letters to you anymore. I’m sorry. I think you’ll understand why if you read the letter.” |
| Izumi | (But his Phillip is completely different from Azuma-san’s; he isn’t human enough at all.) |
| (Azuma-san’s Phillip was more apologetic towards Michael; you could sense his compassion.) |
| (This is another kind of Phillip, but it feels strange because I’m so used to Azuma-san’s Phillip....) |
| |
| Azuma | ...Hey, Director. |
| Izumi | ? |
| Azuma | I didn’t realize I would feel this frustrated seeing someone else play my role. |
| Izumi | Eh? |
| Azuma | I’ve never felt this way before. I’m surprised too. |
| I remember how I felt during our debut performance. I want to stand there—next to everyone else. |
| I’m really sorry for making a hole in the performance and causing everyone trouble. |
| I know I have no right to feel frustrated, but could you let me perform in the soiree of our final showing? |
| Izumi | Azuma-san.... |
| Azuma | When did I become this obsessed with theater? |
| I want to shout out loud—that role is my role. |
| Izumi | (Azuma-san... really came to love acting.) |
| Please take the stage during the final performance. |
| |
| Tsuzuru | ...I didn’t know that happened. |
| Izumi | We were really worried about how things would turn out, but I’m glad everything worked out. |
| Azuma | I’m sorry for causing everyone so much trouble. I promise this will never happen again. |
| Tsumugi | Please don’t worry about it. |
| Tasuku | I don’t blame you, given the circumstances. |
| Azuma | Thank you too, Android-san. |
| Guy | I haven’t done much. |
| Citron | Guy standing on stage? That’s a 5☆ rarity! |
| Itaru | So less than 1%? |
| Sakuya | I wish I could’ve seen it! |
| Masumi | I would’ve come flying if you called for me. |
| Chikage | You ate so much that you couldn’t even move. |
| Masumi | Citron ordered too much. |
| Izumi | You had more food!? After that huge dinner the first day? |
| Citron | It’s Itaru’s toast, so it’d be a waste not to! |
| Itaru | Whaling for Citron is tough.... |
| |
| Izumi | Guy-san, thank you so much for today. |
| Guy | .... |
| Izumi | Guy-san? Is something wrong? |
| Guy | No... I was just thinking acting is difficult. |
| Izumi | That was an amazing first performance. You memorized the lines and actions perfectly. |
| Guy | My memory compiles everything that I have seen. I’m a high-performance android, after all. |
| Izumi | I-I see.... |
| Izumi | (Could it be that Guy-san really is an android, after all...?) |
| |
| Guy | .... |
| ...hh. |
| |
| ??? | “...i. Gai, what do you think? Isn’t theater fascinating?” |
| |
| Guy | ...—A dream? |
| No... that can’t be. I’m an android created in the royal laboratory of Zahra Kingdom.... |
| ...I suppose I need to defrag. |
