Alice, who didn't know that Klein had already completely established the persona of a child's parent to "The World" Gehrman Sparrow outside, received a letter that made her a little confused. She was sitting at her desk calmly, but suddenly, the atmosphere in the room became cold. This was a precursor to the appearance of the messenger. There was no problem, the problem was... Who would use angels as messengers? Alice shivered and looked at the female angel holding four blond heads with red eyes. Although she wanted to say something to lighten the atmosphere, she was afraid of being beaten. ...Who is using angels as messengers? Alice stiffly took the envelope, looked at the headless woman who had no intention of leaving, and asked cautiously: "Do you have anything else?" The headless woman stared at Alice for a long time. Just when Alice began to tug at her high school uniform uneasily, he finally spoke: "Need..." "One..." "Gold coins." Alice watched the four heads of the headless woman speak in turn, and then the last head became anxious because it didn't get the line. After being silent for a long time, she asked: "Why don't you plan what each head will say in advance? Is it because there is no fifth head?
"Oh no, I should say, is it because you don't have a head on your neck?" Note ① The headless woman was silent for a moment and disappeared. Alice blinked blankly, lowered her head to check the envelope, and found that it was actually a letter from Klein. "...Why did he send the letter?" Alice blinked blankly and opened the envelope. 『 Alice: Have you seen my messenger? Um...you didn't say anything weird, right? I think should not be? Her name is Reinette Tinichole, she is suspected to be a powerful spiritual creature, and she needs to pay one gold coin each time she sends a message. The following is the ritual for summoning my messenger... … Oh, by the way, I found a teacher for you. You should have heard of her, "Iceberg Vice Admiral" Edwina Edwards. They are more like treasure hunters than pirates, and she will teach the crew various lessons, including the occult. I remember that you have always been interested in the sea, so you can enjoy sailing on the sea while learning. Are you happy? 』 Alice calmly tore up the letter. ……Neuropathy! … Klein, who was expecting Alice's expression when she saw the letter, saw his messenger again. "Did she reply?" Klein was stunned for a moment and asked subconsciously.
Miss Messenger shook her head and replied: "No." "She..." "No..." "Pay." Klein fell into deep thought. After a moment, he took out a gold coin with a pained look on his face and asked, "What was her reaction? Did she say anything?" Miss Messenger's four heads stared at Klein's head and said expressionlessly: "She..." "Ask me..." "Why..." "On the neck..." "No..." "Head ” Klein fell into deep thought again. ...Speaking of which, has she read the letter? Why haven't you scolded him yet? It’s so hard to get used to it... Klein sighed in his heart while looking at the figure of the messenger lady. … Underground at St. Samuel's Church, Leonard, or Palles, looked at Archbishop Anthony and asked, "What do I need to do?" "Find her something to do," Anthony said. "At least don't let anything like yesterday happen again." After a long silence, Pales agreed to this request and returned control of his body to Leonard. It was not until he left the church underground that Leonard asked in a low voice: "Old man? What are you thinking about?" "I'm wondering," Leonard heard such a voice, "whether she is the illegitimate daughter of your goddess." These overly offensive words made Leonard stiffen, and then he heard Pales' final judgment: "However, if this were one of my own descendants, I would probably have beaten him to death." … Alice saw Klein again on Sunday night. The moment Alice opened her eyes above the gray fog, her defenses were broken - this looked so much like a desk! Alice sat on a very familiar chair and looked at the desk in front of her in confusion for a moment. Then she raised her head and looked at Klein who had a podium materialized in front of her and asked solemnly: "Are you really sick?" Yes, that's the feeling... The discomfort of not being scolded disappeared. Klein suddenly felt that Alice in front of him had become friendly and familiar. He smiled and asked: "Why didn't you write me back?" ——In the end, he didn't say such outrageous words as "Why don't you scold me?" Alice stared at Klein expressionlessly. After a few minutes, Klein was the first to admit defeat. He removed the arrangement of the podium, desks and chairs, and replaced the scene with a sofa and coffee table. "So, can this scene be changed..." Alice knocked on the coffee table thoughtfully, her eyes moving around smoothly. Klein guessed what Alice was thinking almost as soon as he saw her expression, and flatly refused: "Don't think about any strange scenes I will manifest during the Tarot Club!" Alice sighed in disappointment, then rolled her eyes again and asked with interest: "If the scene remains the same, can you..."
"No!" Klein interrupted her without hesitation. Alice sighed in disappointment again - at this time, she missed Amon a little bit, after all, Amon would at least listen to her... Hey, I wonder if Amon knows that he stole the donation box of the Storm Church? Seeing Alice's eyes rolling again, Klein interrupted quickly: "So... you really don't want to consider going to class?" Alice put away her smile and stared at him expressionlessly. After more than ten seconds, she asked another question she was concerned about: "Why do you use angels as messengers?" "Ah?" Klein showed a blank expression on his face. Alice looked at his expression and asked in confusion: "Don't you know that your messenger is an angel?" "No," Klein looked at Alice with an expression that was hard to describe, "Although I did just know that she... no, He is an angel, but... why did you say that to an angel?" Alice's eyes became erratic, and she said euphemistically: "This is not the first time... Considering my lost memory, I might have said that to the true God..." Klein took a breath. Just as they were speechless, a deep red star suddenly swelled up - it did not belong to any member of the Tarot Club. Klein glanced at Alice and made a "hush" gesture. Alice also obediently shut her mouth and tapped the coffee table with her fingers in boredom. (End of this chapter)