Mystery: Lucky

"Destiny itself..." Klein was in a trance for a while, remembering their initial exchange.

When deciding on the code name, Alice changed "Wheel of Fortune" to "Destiny" because she disliked the word "Wheel of Fortune" after drawing it from the tarot cards.

Is that a coincidence?

Of course, the most important thing for Alice now is probably another issue.

Klein, who realized the problem, frowned and asked, "Then how are you going to prepare the potion? There's no way you can stay with this thing, right?"

Alice shrugged, looked at Klein seriously and said, "I don't think I may live until that time."

"Why?" Klein was confused.

"Guess what the 'winner' ceremony is?" Alice said, holding her chin.

"What is it?" Klein asked cooperatively.

"You have to drink the magic potion at a lucky enough moment." Alice replied seriously.

"Ah?" Klein felt confused, "Then if I'm never lucky enough..."

"That means you are not suitable for this path." Alice replied expressionlessly.

"... It stands to reason that high-sequences of the 'Destiny' pathway should have the ability to grant others luck, right?" Klein guessed.

Alice nodded in agreement, and then replied with Klein's expectant eyes: "Indeed, but using this method to complete the ritual ended up getting out of hand."

"Ah?" Klein was stunned, "Then how do you judge whether it's a lucky enough moment..."

"Simple," Alice smiled, "If you drink it, you will be lucky enough to not go crazy or lose control."

"?" Klein's eyes widened.

"...Do you really believe it?" Alice showed an innocent expression.

"..." Klein, who realized that he had been deceived, stared at Alice without speaking.

Alice shrugged and explained: "The way to judge is... you can feel when you should drink the magic potion."

Klein frowned when he heard this, and asked hesitantly: "Your ritual style won't always be like this in the end, right?"

Alice shrugged and replied: "I don't know...but to be honest, it sounds like fate is picking the right person and then using the bullhorn to tell them that you can be promoted..."

Klein was lost in thought, and then he realized that Alice had taken the topic astray. He tried to bring it back: "What do you mean you can't wait until that time?"

"Oh," Alice was reminded and remembered what she wanted to say at the beginning, "I seem to have met Amon."

"...Huh?" Klein became confused, "Shouldn't He be in Silver City?"

"Amon family." Alice reminded.

Oh yes, there are many Amon... Thinking of the little sun that Amon was entangled with in Silver City, Klein asked: "Is it because of the 'sun'?"

"Probably?" Alice blinked.

Klein looked at Alice's expression and suddenly realized that he was much more worried about this matter than Alice.

...Why doesn't she seem to take this seriously at all? !

Klein felt a sense of exhaustion from raising a child.

Fortunately, he didn't know that Alger and Audrey had already acquiesced that "The World" was actually the nanny sent by Mr. Fool to take care of the children, otherwise he would have discovered... In fact, Mr. Fool himself seemed to be working as a nanny!

Alice looked at Klein's expression and said seriously: "Actually, I know the seriousness of the matter, really."

Klein's left eye says "Don't believe it" and his right eye says "You're lying to me."

Alice began to seriously think about whether there was room for redemption of her image.

Klein looked at Alice who was thinking with her head down, and decided to give her one last chance: "Then what are you going to do?"

"...I feel that even if I die, I shouldn't die in Amon's hands." Thinking of Charlie King who committed suicide, Alice replied with unclear meaning.

Klein was slightly startled.

"I don't have the right to decide my own death," Alice said softly, "Amon...Amon may have it, but he definitely doesn't have a clone. At least it's possible with the original body."

…

After her conversation with Klein, Alice spent an afternoon working on a manuscript.

After dinner, Alice decided to take a walk outside and buy an ice cream there for lunch...

After shopping around for a few times, she felt like she could eat again, so she walked around to the ice cream stall she was familiar with, looked at the empty place and fell into deep thought.

Why did the boss get off work early today?

Alice left disappointed.

At noon the next day, Alice came to the ice cream stall again. When she saw the boss, her eyes lit up. She walked up and asked, "Boss, why did you get off work early yesterday?"

"Huh? Is there any?" The boss smiled.

"Yes!" Alice nodded solemnly, "I wanted to buy a stick of ice cream after my walk last night, but I found you weren't there!"

The boss looked at Alice, chuckled, and said something that made Alice confused: "It seems you really like walking."

"Huh?" Alice was confused.

"It's okay," the boss shook his head, "Is it still the same taste as yesterday?"

"Yeah... that's okay." Alice nodded.

So the boss still skillfully made a stick of ice cream, handed it to Alice, and said, "Try it."

Alice took the ice cream hesitantly, feeling that something was wrong, but she couldn't put her finger on it.

She licked the ice cream blankly and frowned again.

"What's wrong?" the boss asked again.

"Uh... the taste still seems to be wrong..." Alice answered carefully, looking at the boss's expression.

The boss didn't look angry - who knows, he stared at the ice cream in Alice's hand and the ingredients on the stall and thought for a moment before asking:

"Is it still not as good as before?"

"Uh..." Alice's eyes were erratic, "It's still better than yesterday's."

This consolation prize certainly didn't satisfy the boss. He looked down at the stall and thought for a moment, then smiled again and asked, "What time do you usually go out for a walk in the evening?"

Alice felt that something was even more wrong.

She wanted to throw away the ice cream and run away, but her spirit told her that it was better not to do so, so she stammered and replied, "Just... after dinner..."

The boss nodded thoughtfully.

"Um...can I leave now?" Alice asked cautiously.

"Hmm?" The boss raised his eyebrows and glanced at Alice with a smile. After a while, he stretched out his hand and pressed his right eye socket, and said with a smile, "Let's go. Remember to come after dinner."

Alice opened her mouth, but finally said nothing and left quietly.

Alice: I always feel that this ice cream tastes wrong, but I can't tell what's wrong. It should be not delicious... Wait, why does this boss look a bit like Amon?