Mystery: Lucky One

This question was confirmed, and Alice's guess was partially verified. "Cassandra" did not bring up this matter on its own initiative, but it probably provided some guidance on it secretly.

The only thing Alice was unsure about was whether Sylvia's decision was influenced by fate.

But she couldn't tell for sure, because she wasn't sure how much ability Cassandra retained, and Sylvia obviously couldn't know.

After canceling the communication, Alice stared at the corpse on the ground and fell into distress - what should she do with the corpse?
She looked around, and finally her eyes fixed on the open coffin.

The body should stay in the coffin!

After making the decision, Alice picked up Sylvia's body, threw it into the coffin, then closed the coffin lid and clapped her hands with satisfaction.

A few seconds later, she silently pushed open the coffin lid and looked at Sylvia's right eye and began to think.

...Should I get her a monocle?
Alice took out the monocle that Amon gave her, hesitated for a moment, and gave up, but pulled the dagger out of Sylvia's chest.

She was lucky that the blood did not spurt out, so she didn't have to worry about her clothes getting stained with blood, although there was no need to worry if it did.

Alice held the dagger and drew a circle on Sylvia's right eye.

——If crows can be distinguished by the color of their feathers, then Scar should be no problem, right?

Hey, are there colorful crows?

Unfortunately, this question was destined to remain unanswered. Alice looked around, thought about it, and tried to push open the door.

The door opened easily to both sides, and outside was a dark passage that seemed very long and Alice couldn't see the end at a glance.

...It’s too long, forget it.

Alice, who originally planned to go out and see where this place was, decisively gave up the idea and chose to teleport.

There won't be any problem. At most, it will be... it will be...

It was just that the direction was wrong and he fell in front of Amon.

Looking at the terrifying wild forest around her and the white crow not far away, Alice couldn't help but ask:

“Are there any colorful crows?”

"I haven't seen it." The crow spoke.

After staring at the talking crow and thinking for a few seconds, Alice lowered her head and began to examine her body.

This scene made the crow, or Amon, feel puzzled. It flapped its wings and landed on a dead branch near Alice, and asked curiously:
"what are you doing?"

Alice stopped and raised her head.

"I'm checking myself for any signs of loss of control."

"...Why do you have such a question?" Amon didn't understand.

"Because," Alice frowned and explained, "I used to like talking to small animals and plants on the roadside. At that time, some people thought I was sick. Then the doctor told me that talking to animals and plants is not a disease. But if I feel that the animals and plants respond to me, then I am really sick."

After a pause, Alice continued, "But, if you put it that way, I actually chatted with the dog before..."

Of course, the reference here is to Susie, but the crow Amon doesn't care about this. It seems to be hesitating about what it should say. So after more than ten seconds, Alice got this answer:

"Actually, I also have a dog clone." Alice couldn't help but look up at Amon. Neither of them understood what the other was saying, but the topic was still successfully connected. Alice blinked and asked:

"Then do you have... do you have a furry clone? It would be best if the fur is softer, feels better to the touch, and looks better..."

"?" Crow Amon was confused.

"I want to have one," Alice said at last.

Whether it was the original body or the clone, or the All-Mongolian Council behind them, this was probably the first time that all the Amons had heard such a request. Crow Amons finally replied in silence:
“Okay, Dolly.

"We'll consider it."

This time it was Alice who had a puzzled expression.

"I'm not sure why you called me that," Amon explained, "but you were probably cursing."

...That's true.

Alice didn't know what to say. She stared at the crow Amon and thought for more than ten seconds, then disappeared from the spot.

This time, she was not stopped by Amon and successfully returned to Backlund's home.

Alice dug out the story that had been shelved after the title was chosen, and she began to draw the first draft without changing her expression.

She decided to start the painting from the first meeting between Amon and Leonard, interspersed with the story of Amon and Pales.

Amon's coffin probably has an excellent sleeping effect. After asking Klein, Alice found out that today is already Friday.

Alice, filled with anger towards Amon, worked hard, forgetting to eat and sleep, and completed the first part of the manuscript within a week. She entered the magazine office the following Friday.

This time she did not use the appearance of Briar Rose, but walked in with her real appearance.

Alice had an experience where she successfully negotiated a contract. When the editor asked her about her pen name, she hesitated for a moment and replied:

"Rita Skeeter."

This reporter, who originated from the Harry Potter world view, is ostensibly the mainstay of the Daily Prophet, but in fact he writes a serious news report like an entertainment magazine, and is best at spreading rumors and distorting facts.

Alice thinks she fits all of these criteria, except for her notoriety.

The tarot meetings over the past two weeks were quite boring. If there was anything special, it was around the tarot meeting on April 11th when Klein and Cattleya officially began to agree on a secret code for their meetings.

Before they officially began the discussion, The World raised his hand to signal Hermit Cattleya not to speak, and then waved at Alice as Cattleya looked blankly at her.

"What?" Alice, who was watching them excitedly and preparing to make some suggestions, asked puzzledly.

"If you can keep quiet for the rest of the time," Klein tried to offer a deal, "I have a gift for you."

It's perfect, I'll just consider it as a birthday present for her... Well, will she have a psychological trauma about her birthday?

Although he was not sure what happened that day, Klein still looked at Alice with some concern and decided not to bring up the matter at that time.

Alice had no idea what he was thinking, and she suddenly became happy, and came closer and asked:
"What is it!"

Klein, who hadn’t thought of a gift yet, tentatively replied, “I thought you would prefer surprises?” (End of this chapter)