Mystery: Lucky One

In an emotion that he didn't know whether to be more fearful or more sad, Klein saw Alice suddenly holding her stomach, leaning against the wall and bursting into laughter.

Klein stared at this scene blankly. The emotion that had just surged up was like a punch to cotton, gradually turning into disbelief and confusion.

He watched Alice barely recover from the joy of succeeding in her prank, blinked and said to him, "I must have scared you!"

Alice's tone was still filled with unconcealable excitement, and her eyes were shining brightly. When Klein looked at her, all his emotions turned into anger, welling up from the bottom of his heart.

He stood up and stared at Alice with a cold look that he had never used before, without any expression on his face. This succeeded in making the curve of Alice's mouth lower little by little, and her eyes became cautious.

"Klein..." She shouted nervously.

Klein ignored her and looked at her with eyes that were still cold and without warmth. Even his voice seemed to be filled with ice: "This joke is not funny at all."

After saying these words, Klein stood up and left the room, but instead of slamming the door angrily, he closed the door for Alice in a gentle manner.

Alice opened her mouth 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 really want to cry." She covered her chest with her hands and squeezed out a dry voice from her throat, but a tear fell from her eyes without any warning.

That seemed to be all, Alice felt something completely disappear from her body. She raised her hand, slowly opened her palm, and then slowly held it again. After repeating it several times, she finally put her hand down in despair.

——That was a joke, but it was more than just a joke.

It wasn't until the moment when the "Dice of Probability" disappeared that she understood why the word she blurted out to Bernadette was "get it back" - it seemed like it was something that belonged to her.

The nature is not like accommodation, but more like recycling, like retrieving a long-lost part of the body, the smoothness is a bit abnormal.

But the memories that really come to mind are not that many. The most profound impression is actually the unfamiliarity in that moment when I just came back to my senses - both physically and emotionally.

"I seem to have gone a little too far..."

Alice murmured to herself. She was vaguely aware that Klein was probably angry, but her sluggish emotions prevented her from understanding this anger well. However, based on past patterns, she concluded that she should Go apologize.

But the voice that wants to apologize is like a seed that strives to break out of the ground. Maybe one day it can break through the hard rock and heavy soil and see the light again, but until now, it has been buried in the darkness.

So Alice still sat there, sorting out the memories she could recall, 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, and Alice pulled out the earliest beginning she could remember - a voice woke her up.

"Eternally innocent child,

"The embodiment of luck and miracle,
"The origin of disaster and chaos,
"..."

The three-part honorific name rang in her ears. In her memory, hearing the call for the first time, she subconsciously looked along the sound and asked curiously: "Who are you?"

This is the first communication between them, no, them.

That was Will Asceptin who had not yet become the "Serpent of Mercury". At that time, He was not even called this name, and was still an anonymous "Prophet". Alice couldn't remember how she fell asleep in the "Dice of Probability", but what was certain was that this thing was definitely not the long shining river in her memory - something else must have happened before she fell asleep.

Of course, this was not the first priority. Alice continued to try to sort out the incomplete memories into a straight line.

It's still Will Asceptin of the "Chaos Walker" - let's continue to call him that.

In short, at that time, Will Auceptin discovered that she was occasionally awake and tried to wake her up. The first attempt he made was to write an honorary name for her.

When she woke up successfully, Will Auceptin also completed the ritual and was promoted to become a "prophet."

They had actually stayed together for quite a long time. By human definition, she and Will Auceptin at that time could perhaps be called friends - friends she considered unilaterally.

Yes, unilaterally.

The most strange thing about that memory started when ice cream first appeared in the world.

Will Auceptin revised her vague description over and over again, and finally created ice cream that was not ice cream.

There wasn't even cream at that time. The earliest prototype of ice cream was made of ice, milk, fruit, egg yolk and fat into a semi-solid shape, turning out the spiral she was familiar with.

After meeting this familiar yet unfamiliar existence, Alice faced another problem - how to taste food without a human body?
At that time, Will Asceptin smiled and comforted her: "Help me be promoted to Sequence 1. 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, helped her friend become Sequence 1 as he wished, and then...then she didn't remember.

The memory became chaotic again here, and finally stopped abruptly. Alice pulled away from the memory, lowered her head and looked at her hands, her eyes a little blank.

She should be angry - or rather, humans should be angry, for being deceived and being let down, but she was not. She was only interested in the Sequence 1 characteristics of Will Auceptin.

No, there's also Ourolius...

"Eternally innocent child,

"The embodiment of luck and miracle,
"The origin of disaster and chaos,
"..."

While she was thinking, Alice suddenly heard cascading prayers again. There were men and women. They seemed to come from different places and were mixed together. Alice looked along the strongest sound...Who was that?

Black, long wizard robe like a windbreaker, black pants, black leather shoes, pointed soft hat, crystal monocle...

Alice didn't need to look at that face. She could tell his identity just by looking at the clothes that seemed to have never been changed - Amon?
"Don't you want to thank me?" Amon turned his monocle and raised the familiar, playful curve of his lips again.

Those faded emotions were recolored little by little, and the brightest and strongest color among them was called fear. (End of chapter)