Mystery: Lucky One

It's ridiculous... Is this the existence chosen by fate?

Renette Tinicole, who encountered this situation for the first time, didn't know what to say. After the four heads were silent for more than ten seconds, the figures disappeared from the spot.

Oh no, the improvised ritual was discovered...

Klein realized something when he looked at the place where Renette Tinicole disappeared. He subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to support his forehead, but when he looked at the toilet brush in his hand, he gave up.

……never mind.

Klein decided to speak more fiercely when he went back to talk to Alice.

Alice didn't know Klein's decision. In fact, after Renette Tinicole left, Alice sat there for a long time without coming back to her senses.

She was thinking about the scene she had just seen.

Although the book revealed nothing except a marine blue cover, and even the faint silver color could not be seen, Alice was certain that it was "Cassandra".

Judging from the kitchen knife that wiped her right eye at the end, the girl holding the book is most likely Sylvia - this may very well be Sylvia's past.

This was one of the countless tragedies in the slums. The only difference was that Sylvia accidentally obtained "Cassandra", and with the help of "Cassandra" she successfully killed her father and escaped, and later even became a Beyonder...

Ok?
Alice frowned little by little and muttered to herself:
“This plot…why does it seem familiar?

"It's like... the protagonist of a counterattack novel... who is in a desperate situation, has an adventure and gets a golden finger, and then..."

Alice was lost in thought.

She thought again of what Renette Tinicole had said, of how she had said this was the most unforgettable tragedy of the Shadow of Doom.

Why? Why is it unforgettable? Why is it a tragedy? Who is the protagonist of this tragedy?
And Cassandra...

Alice recalled the conversation with Arrodes that day, and she recalled the answer that confused her:
"It's playing 'prophet.'"

In a trance, a flash of inspiration flashed through Alice's mind, and she suddenly made a guess:
"The way to play the role of 'prophet', could it be... related to the 'protagonist'?"

But that was all. The known information could not help Alice infer more. She sat there and thought for two seconds. She glanced at the sky outside and decided to think about more important and urgent things first.

...What are we having for dinner tonight?
Alice ended the day in serious thought. After dinner, she went to bed early, doing what a minor... an underage evil god should do.

After lying on the bed with her eyes closed for five minutes, Alice suddenly opened her eyes, sat up from the bed, and said thoughtfully:
“Can I write in the Holy Scriptures…

"There can be no people on the bed, no trash in the trash can, no books on the table..."

Alice seriously considered the possibility of telling this idea at the next Tarot meeting.

She leaned against the head of the bed, swinging her legs unconsciously while thinking:
"Klein will definitely think I'm sick...

"But I was standing in the trash can, with the book on the bed and the trash on the table...

“What a chaotic and wonderful scene it is!

"This is the environment that Chaos Walkers should live in!"

Alice's eyes brightened. The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed to her. She planned to seek the Hermit's opinion when the time came.

Hey, does Ms. Hermit have any experience in writing her own scriptures? Well, maybe I should ask the goddess. No, forget it. Let’s forget about this.

Alice shrank her neck guiltily, her eyes rolled, and she suddenly remembered the legendary... Adam, the Son of God!
"Adam," Alice asked into the air, "Have you ever written a bible? Have you ever helped other people write a bible? 'Writer' must be very good at writing!" Adam ignored her and looked away.

Alice was lost in thought.

"I always feel that His attitude now is similar to the goddess's attitude toward me..." Alice muttered to herself, "The feeling that He is afraid to hear me speak... Well, speaking of it..."

What does the demon wolf's fur feel like?

Alice didn't know. She only knew that she opened her mouth and made a sound, but the words disappeared.

——This is secret.

Alice was lost in thought.

After more than ten seconds, she closed her eyes, drew a crimson moon pattern on her chest, and began to pray silently in her heart.

Admit your mistake... Woo, although I can't seem to hear it this way.

Alice is pious... maybe she is pious, at least more pious than when she was facing Mr. Fool.

Anyway, she confessed her fault devoutly and lay down to sleep.

The next morning, Alice got out of bed happily and did what she did every morning - reading the newspaper while eating breakfast.

Hey, how come there is a letter from her?

After staring at the letter with no apparent sender on the envelope and thinking for two seconds, Alice threw the letter aside, ate her breakfast, and then looked for jokes in the newspaper.

Anyway, it’s not a letter from an important person… right?

Alice finished her breakfast carefully.

After opening the envelope, I found out that the owner of the letter was a man named Winfred Gregory... uh, who was this person?

Alice's brain went into a brief downtime mode.

Of course, for an angel on the path of "fate", forgetting is obviously an impossible thing. As long as it is a familiar name, she can predict it... No, the "Mother Tree of Desire" is not possible.

Alice urgently stopped her wild thoughts and tried to search for any trace of this name.

At a certain moment, the brain seemed to have turned into a huge database, and "Winfred Gregory" was included as a search condition. In an instant, Alice found two pieces of data from it.

One section was in Backlund's East District, the well-known slum, and the loading time... No, it should have happened shortly before she left for Bayam.

Alice remembered that she was wearing Amon's clone... No, Alice remembered that Amon's clone stole the "travel" ability of a strange girl's bodyguard, and then entered the church of the "Lord of the Storm" and stole the donation box.

Damn Amon!
Alice cursed Amon in her heart and continued to check the second piece of data.

The five pages of "The Witch Tastes Really Good" that she entrusted Ian to sell were bought by the same unlucky person, and it was obvious that this unlucky person was Miss Winfred Gregory.

Miss Winfred Gregory, who was angry and embarrassed, found out about her existence with a feeling of confusion and curiosity, and then invited her, which led to their first meeting.

Ah, it’s that weird guy, that… uh, girl who looks like a human?
Alice adopted Amon's adjective. (End of this chapter)