Mystery: Lucky One

Strictly speaking, the name "Dolly Amon" was first used by her to scold Amon for being a cunning scholar, but was later returned by Amon.

But she had to admit that the name was quite useful, especially since she was indeed learning from Amon.

Alice noticed that the bishop had shifted his gaze in this direction, which was her purpose—because Anderson didn’t know enough about Amon to feel the terror of being there just because of a name.

Her purpose was simply to replicate the scene in Revelation where Anderson was mistaken for Amon.

However, after saying this, Alice suddenly had a strange feeling.

At a certain moment, something seemed to touch her spirituality, and she suddenly felt that she should go look for the "Chaos Walker" potion.

...Isn't this right?
This feeling should be a premonition after the promotion ceremony is completed, that is, she has just disrupted a certain story that has already been determined and written a new story - although it may only be the beginning.

But the problem is... Alice has always felt that she had broken a certain story a long time ago. That story, whose content she didn't know, has now become a completely new story. Just as Klein said, she is the new protagonist.

If she still struggled with the "Mage of Doom" period, in the "Chaos Walker" stage, she never considered the possibility of performing the ritual herself.

——Hasn’t it been completed long ago?

So, what exactly did she just disrupt?
No. What did she just do?
...pretending to be Amon?
But, this doesn't seem to be the first time she pretended to be Amon...

Is there anything different this time from before?

Inspiration refused to remind her on this matter, so Alice could only ponder it on her own. After a brief thought, she decided to seek help from the great detective Mr. Sherlock Moriarty.

He must be good at reasoning.

Let's put this matter aside for now. Alice leaned over to Anderson, who was half confused and half uneasy, and continued to speak to him in the same intimate tone as before:

“Welcome to join us.

"Anderson Amon."

Having done so, she disappeared from the church.

……

The huge city of Backlund actually hides many clones of Amon, whether they are microorganisms in the air, birds flying in the sky, or ants crawling on the road.

——If you are lucky enough, you can try to catch a dog on the roadside and kiss it with your tongue. Maybe you can experience the feeling of kissing the great angel of time.

Of course, if you plan to implement this, the first thing you should note is that Amon generally does not go near urban areas, especially churches, and he has always been very respectful to the true God.

However, today's Amons seemed particularly excited.

This did not just happen in Backlund. In fact, it happened all over the world. If it weren't for the signal delay caused by the seal, it should have also included the interior of the "God-Forsaken Land".

Anyway, at a certain moment, the basin of water named "Amon" suddenly began to boil. The Amons all looked in a certain direction and said in unison:
“Welcome to join us.

"Dolly Amon."

The sound was not loud, even though there were a lot of them, but after all, the density of the Amons who did not gather together was still relatively low, so no one noticed it. If there were any... they probably joined this big family, right?
It was even less likely that Alice, who was in the church, knew all this. She just hid there, and after making sure that Anderson had to start proving to the church that he was still himself, she fled the crime scene with a snicker.

Wearing that monocle.

Alice did not go to look for Klein immediately. This was of course a very important matter, but Alice thought that although she didn't know what happened, it was a good thing anyway, so she could have a cup of ice cream to celebrate first.

Yes, she admitted that she just wanted to eat ice cream.

Alice was looking for an ice cream stand on the street. As she walked aimlessly, she thought of another thing.

It was not difficult for Alice to learn the ability of a magical item, so she strolled along the street, combining its ability and appearance, and began to think about whether this thing should have a name.

——It can’t still be called “accessories for getting rich”.

The original idea of ​​making the "get-rich-accessory" into the shape of a monocle was a meaningless, anger-releasing act by Alice.

Just as Alice said at the time, she hoped that the "Key of Light" would encounter a player who did not follow the rules at all and completely ruined its game.

Of course, it was unrealistic to count on Amon. To be honest, Alice felt that the real owner of Sefirah Castle was more suitable for this role.

Amon is more of a meal replacement.

Because of this, even though she wore the monocle on her right eye, Alice knew better than anyone that it was of no use to her at all, even worse than the ice cream in her hand.

At least it tastes good.

Alice murmured thoughtfully in front of this monocle whose symbolic meaning far outweighed its practical significance:
"Choose a more auspicious name, at least it sounds good...

"Hmm, should it be called 'Good Luck Accessories'?
"No, no, that's too hasty... Well, why not just call it 'Lucky Star'!"

A name not much more serious than "good luck accessory" was decided.

……

Klein had just finished finalizing the list of servants when he heard the prayer.

Although he suspected that Alice was looking for him again, Klein still dutifully found the bathroom as quickly as possible and headed above the gray fog to check the source of the sound.

As expected, the crimson star that belonged to Alice was swelling. Klein extended his spiritual sense to check and heard Alice's familiar voice:

"Great Detective~ Can you help me with a deduction?

"Please, Detective Sherlock Moriarty~

"By the way, you should have almost packed up, right? Can I come find you?"

It doesn’t seem like an urgent matter… Klein shook his head and responded after a moment of silence:
“Three in the afternoon… well, three to three-quarters in the afternoon.

"Don't get caught."

He still trusted Alice in this regard. Although Alice had done ridiculous things like making Admiral Amyrius's pants fall down, at least she did not expose to outsiders that Admiral Amyrius was actually Gehrman Sparrow.

Just like Alice on the "Future", who promised him to wait until the return trip, although she was very... interested in Frank Lee, she didn't actually do anything.

She just likes to play a little, she doesn't really know the difference between the important and the unimportant.

With trust in Alice, Klein walked out of the bathroom. When it was about 3pm, he told the servants:
"I usually take a 35-minute nap at this time. Don't let anyone disturb me."

This exhortation is not just for Alice. In fact, it is mainly for the Tarot Club every Monday at 3 pm. The next command is really about Alice:
"…make an ice cream and send it over."

Klein clearly noticed the flashes of doubt in the eyes of his valet, his housekeeper, and his various servants.

He knew what they were wondering, after all, eating ice cream before a nap did sound like a strange habit.

But——Alice only had this little hobby. So when Alice appeared in Mr. Fool's bedroom, a piece of ice cream was pushed in front of her.

Alice subconsciously picked up the ice cream and scooped a spoonful, then asked him excitedly:
"Are you really not considering having another daughter or sister?"

After a pause, she added:
"If you're not worried that someone might think you're a pervert, you can have a lover..."

"...What do you want?" Klein looked at Alice coldly, ignoring what she said, and asked her.

Alice shrugged her shoulders and tactfully changed the subject, asking for help:
"I want you to help me find out what the differences are between my several experiences of pretending to be Amon.

"Well, to be precise, what's different this time from the previous times."

Klein signaled her with his eyes to continue.

Alice then blinked and told the whole story of how she had taken the monocle from Anderson Hood:

"Here's the thing. You remember Anderson, right? It's this monocle that I got back from him."

Klein glanced at Alice and asked her, "...You pretended to be Amon in front of Anderson?"

"...Yes." Alice nodded.

Klein glanced at Alice and guessed, "It shouldn't be that effective, right? After all, Anderson doesn't know who Amon is."

This is true. Alice nodded and explained:

"Yes, but my original intention was not to scare him... What happened was that I met him in the Church of Night.

"What he said was so irritating, you know, and I got mad at him, so I thought... well, I was going to find something for him to do.

"For example, let him prove in the Church of Darkness that he is indeed himself, not Amon."

The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. He quickly imagined the scene at that time and nodded in understanding.

He did not scold Alice for this matter, because as Alice said, Anderson was indeed a mean person, and he believed that this was the result of Alice's restraint.

"Tell me about the process?" he gestured.

Alice replied while recalling:

"First, Anderson returned the monocle to me, but his words were so irritating that I couldn't help myself and...

"Ah, I know!"

Alice suddenly slapped the table in front of her with her hand, sat up straight with excitement, and said with sparkling eyes:
"I know what's different this time!"

The great detective Sherlock Moriarty, who had not yet begun to play a role, looked at Alice with a puzzled look.

Alice shrunk her shoulders and murmured to him:

"I didn't know it would be like this."

Klein didn't pay much attention to this matter. Instead, he asked curiously:
"So, what's the difference? Oh, and how did you notice the difference?"

Alice then answered his questions one by one:

"Because my promotion ceremony was completed suddenly, I felt that this time was different from the previous ones...

“The difference, I think, is that… this was the only time I said in person that I was Amon.

“Because I remember that before, when I pretended to be Amon, I wore a monocle and imitated Amon’s speech.

"I, I have never told anyone that I am Amon. It's all others' imagination."

Klein was slightly startled, then frowned, and was very keenly aware of one thing:

"...In other words, for Amon, speaking certain words personally has a different meaning?

"you……"

He frowned and began to look at Alice with a worried look.

"...I won't suddenly turn into Amon one day!" Alice defended herself angrily, "After all, I'm an angel. I can't be so powerless to fight back!"

Klein made his worried gaze more cautious, trying his best not to be noticed by Alice.

But Alice couldn't hide this. She gritted her teeth in anger and glared at Klein before analyzing:
"It should be related to His authority, right? After all, it was a 'mistake'...

"Perhaps this verbal recognition and promise can be replaced with something like a contract?

“Besides, this should be a good thing – a good thing in the grand scheme of things.

"So can you take that worried look off your face?"

Klein obediently withdrew his gaze.

Alice calmed her anger with a big mouthful of ice cream, then continued with a frown:

"But I'm really curious about what Amon wants from me... If, I mean if, I say in person that I'm Amon, it means something important."

“…He wants an avatar at the same level as the Hidden Sage?” Klein guessed reasonably.

"?" Alice glared at him, "I told you I won't suddenly turn into Amon!"

“Okay,” Klein nodded obediently. “So, what do you think you can do for Amon?”

Alice was choked. Although this sentence sounded like an insult to her, Alice couldn't refute it because she couldn't figure out what use she was to Amon.

Alice frowned and tried to analyze calmly:

"In fact, theoretically speaking, to judge what Amon wants from me, we should first judge His purpose."

There was nothing wrong with what she said. Klein nodded, agreeing with her.

Alice then continued with some hesitation:

"Let's first assume that Amon is probably just doing it for fun..."

"Ah?" Klein looked at Alice with a look that seemed to be hesitant to speak.

From his perspective, this embodiment of deception and mischief sounds like he at least has more brains than the eternally innocent child - the fun may just be an appearance.

"Let's assume for now," Alice said calmly, "If he is just doing this for fun, then in order to have more fun... He needs to become a god!" (End of this chapter)