In an emotion that he didn't know whether he was more afraid or sad, Klein saw Alice suddenly holding her stomach and leaning against the wall and laughing. Klein stared at this scene in a daze. The emotions that had just surged up were like a punch hitting cotton, gradually turning into disbelief and confusion. He watched Alice barely recover from the joy of the successful prank, blinking and saying to him: "Did I scare you!" Alice's tone still revealed unconcealed excitement, and her eyes were shining brightly. Klein looked at her, and all his emotions turned into anger, surging from the bottom of his heart. He stood up and stared at Alice with a cold look that he had never used before, without a trace of expression on his face. This success made the arc of Alice's mouth fall little by little, and her eyes became cautious. "Klein..." She shouted nervously. Klein ignored her, and his eyes were still cold and cold, and even his voice seemed to have ice in it: "This joke is not funny at all." After saying this, Klein stood up and left the room, but he did not slam the door in anger, but he gently closed the door for Alice. Alice opened her mouth and wanted to speak out to stop him, but Klein's movements were too smooth and too fast. In the end, she could only look at the closed door and blinked in confusion. "...I want to cry." She reached out to cover her chest, squeezed out a dry voice from her throat, but a tear fell from her eyes without warning.
That seemed to be all. Alice felt that something had completely disappeared from her. She raised her hand, slowly opened her palm, and then slowly clenched it. After repeating it several times, she finally put her hand down with a sense of loss. -It was a joke, but it was more than just a joke. It was not until the moment when the "Dice of Probability" disappeared that she understood why she and Bernadette blurted out the word "get it back" - it seemed to belong to her. The nature was not like containment, but more like recycling, like finding a part of the body that had been lost for a long time, and it was a bit abnormal. But the memories that really came to mind were not many. The most profound impression was actually the unfamiliar feeling when she just came to her senses - both physically and emotionally. "I seem to have gone a little too far..." Alice muttered to herself. She vaguely realized that Klein was probably angry, but her sluggish emotions made it impossible for her to understand this anger well. It was just from the rules of the past that she concluded that she should apologize. But the voice of wanting to apologize was like a seed trying to break through the ground. Maybe one day it will be able to push away the hard rocks and thick soil and see the light again, but until now, it is still buried in the darkness. So Alice still sat there, sorting out the part of the memory she could remember, thinking about what she should do next, and checking her gains. The memories in her mind were as fragmented and chaotic as she had recalled several times. Alice extracted the earliest beginning she could remember from it - a voice woke her up. "The eternally innocent child, "The embodiment of luck and miracles, "The origin of disasters and chaos, "..." The three-part honorific name rang in her ears. In her memory, she subconsciously looked in the direction of the voice when she heard the call for the first time and asked curiously: "Who are you? " This was their, no, the first communication between them. That was Will Auceptin before he became the "Mercury Snake". At that time, He was not even called this name, but a "prophet" who hid his real name. Alice didn't remember how she fell asleep in the "Dice of Probability", but it was certain that this thing was definitely not the long river of light in her memory - something must have happened before she fell asleep. Of course, this was not the top priority, and Alice continued to try to put those fragmented memories into a line.
It was still Will Auceptin, the "Chaos Walker" - let's continue to call Him that. In short, Will Auceptin at that time found her who was occasionally awake and tried to wake her up. The first attempt He made was to write a name for her. When she woke up successfully, Will Auceptin also completed the ceremony and was promoted to "Prophet". They actually worked together She stayed there for quite a long time. According to human definition, she and Will Auceptin at that time could be called friends—friends that she thought unilaterally. Yes, unilaterally. The most wrong part of that memory started when ice cream first appeared in this world. Will Auceptin made corrections again and again in her vague description, and finally made ice cream that could not be considered ice cream. There was not even cream at that time. The earliest prototype of ice cream was made of ice, milk, fruit, egg yolk and fat to form a semi-solid state, and it turned out the familiar spiral. After seeing this familiar yet strange existence, Alice faced another problem—without a human body, how to taste the taste of food? At that time, Will Auceptin smiled and comforted her: "Help me to advance to Sequence 1, and then I will lend you my body and let you taste the taste of ice cream, how about it?" Alice... Alice believed it. She believed this obvious lie and helped her friend become Sequence 1 as she wished, and then... then she didn't remember. The memory became chaotic again at this point, and finally stopped abruptly. Alice pulled herself out of the memory, lowered her head and looked at her hands, her eyes a little dazed. She should be angry - or rather, humans should be angry, for being deceived and betrayed, but she was not. She was only interested in the Sequence 1 characteristics of Will Auceptin. No, there is also Ouroboros... "The eternally innocent child, "The embodiment of luck and miracles, "The origin of disaster and chaos, "..." While thinking, Alice suddenly heard layers of prayers again, some male, some female, seemed to come from different places, mixed together, Alice looked in the direction of the strongest voice... Who is that? A black, long wizard robe like a windbreaker, black pants, black leather shoes, a pointed soft hat, a crystal monocle... Alice didn't need to look at the face, just based on the clothes that seemed to have never been changed, she could judge His identity - Amon? "Don't thank me? "Amon turned his monocle, and the corners of his lips raised the familiar, playful arc again. The faded emotions were recolored bit by bit, and the brightest and strongest color among them was called fear. (End of this chapter)