Alice hesitated for a moment and said, "I have something very offensive to say, but I don't know if I should say it." "... Have you offended me less often?" Amon asked doubtfully. "So, if I say it, you won't get angry and kill me, right?" Alice confirmed again. "I'm a little unsure now." Amon frowned, feeling that things were not simple. Alice blinked and looked at Amon. Although reason told Amon that he had better not ask any more questions, he finally succumbed to curiosity: "So, what do you want to say?" Alice hesitated for a moment and asked, "... You and your brother are both gay?" "?" Amon stared at Alice and asked, "Do you really think I won't kill you?" "I asked... You asked me..." Alice whispered to defend herself.
"Hmm?" Amon looked at Alice threateningly. Alice immediately sat up straight and said sincerely, "You are a great angel of time, how could you make a mistake!" "Ahem," Amon coughed lightly, with a clear smile in his eyes, "I really don't want to kill you. After all, it's rare to find such an interesting human being like you...why don't you consider becoming my follower?" "...Do I need to wear a monocle?" Alice tilted her head and asked sincerely. "Well...you can be a follower without a monocle," Amon said with a smile, "so, what's the matter with those paintings?" "My friend...well, you have seen it," Alice organized her words, "she read a book that tells the love story of you and the Fool." "?" Amon finally couldn't control his expression. "So...is it possible that this is a book written by a 'writer'?" Alice asked sincerely. "If you are that 'writer', then it is very likely." Amon thought for a while and replied. "Hmm..." Alice thought about this possibility seriously, "If I were a 'writer', I... I would write a biography of a celebrity!" "Hmm?" Amon looked at Alice, waiting for her follow-up answer. Alice began to describe more details: "I will write the whole process of a person becoming famous, and interview him or her after he or she becomes famous. "Then, I will publish what I have written, in the form of a biography or at the end, with a note that it is adapted from a real case or something..." "Pa, pa, pa," Amon applauded Alice, "Interesting idea, but not an idea that a 'writer' would have." "What do you mean?" Alice blinked. "Deliberately leaving traces is what a 'provocateur' would do." Amon smiled and threw the bottle of "provocateur" potion to Alice. Alice subconsciously caught the potion, and then looked at Amon blankly. "Leave it for you as a souvenir," Amon said with a smile, "So... those people you said... um, those who love me, did they like me because of that book? "
Alice nodded. Amon looked at Alice for a while, then asked thoughtfully: "The book you mentioned... existed before the First Age?" "...You know?" Alice pursed her lips. "Having lived for so long and having such a father, do you think I would not know that there was a history before the First Age?" Amon chuckled. "...Well, then do you know that your father might have copied the doctrines and creation myths of the religion he believed in before?" Alice asked sincerely. "...I just heard this from you." Amon replied ambiguously. Alice nodded thoughtfully, then replied: "I don't know - maybe this is the world in that book? Similar to that...the kind of story where you wake up and find yourself in a book you have read, that kind of story..." "Who knows?" Amon replied noncommittally, "If that's the case...I wonder what the reaction of those who like me would be when they see me in person? Would they be surprised? " Alice looked at Amon and thought seriously for a while, then shuddered and asked: "...Have you heard of Ye Gong's love of dragons?" "A man named 'Ye' likes 'dragons'?" Amon repeated the literal translation in confusion. "This is a story," Alice shook her head and explained, "It's about a man named 'Ye' who likes 'dragons' very much. He fantasizes about seeing dragons with his own eyes every day, but when the dragon really comes to see him, he..." "What happened to him?" Amon asked curiously. "He was almost scared to death." Alice replied. "But doesn't he like 'dragons'?" Amon asked doubtfully. Alice shook her head and said softly: "He likes pictures of 'dragons', things made in the shape of 'dragons', legends and stories about 'dragons', but he doesn't like real 'dragons'. "Just like in that long-lost civilization, mortals believe in gods, but don't want gods to really exist in the world. "Because compared to gods, mortals can do too little - just like you can kill me at any time because you are in a bad mood." Amon listened to the whole passage thoughtfully, and finally commented: "The previous ones are fine, but do you really realize that I can kill you at any time?" Alice blinked twice. "It's okay to be a fool, after all, it sounds like he is still a long way from being a god," Amon smiled at Alice's expression, "You don't seem to have much awe for the night, do you?" "...I respect the goddess." Alice defended. Amon nodded and concluded: "That is to say, you are really not afraid." Alice opened her mouth and suddenly didn't know what to say. "And it seems that you don't even respect me..." Amon said meaningfully, "When I first saw it, I almost thought it was a revelation from fate." "Why not?" Alice tilted her head, "Maybe it was a revelation from fate? Maybe you really..." In Amon's threatening eyes, Alice's voice gradually became smaller and finally disappeared. Amon looked at Alice, who had calmed down a little, and smiled: "There is something I forgot to tell you... You said that my paranoid brother is the same as me... That sentence may have been heard by Him."
Alice widened her eyes. "How do you feel?" Amon asked with a smile. "Then, He might become the third Sequence 1 who wants to kill me." Alice replied after a pause. "The third one?" Amon asked in surprise. "You are the second one." Alice shrugged. I wonder what Adam felt when he saw this scene (……)