St. Samuel Church was peaceful most of the time. As usual, Alice stepped into St. Samuel Church to pray. Setting aside the fact that she had gotten up late, the only difference was probably the monocle over her right eye.
I wonder if anyone in the church can recognize Amon's monocle...
Alice suddenly thought of that question. She raised her head and swept her gaze around the church, but everyone was occupied with their own business. No one seemed to find her monocle unusual.
Alice lowered her head in disappointment and made her expression a little more devout.
Coming to church feels like checking in every day... Ugh, what am I thinking!
After finishing her outwardly devout but inwardly distracted prayer, Alice stood up and headed back absentmindedly.
She unconsciously followed the familiar streets until she saw that the old stall had already been claimed by new vendors. Only then did she stop.
She looked at it silently for a while before quietly turning to leave, though she could not help remembering Will Auceptin, whom she had met that day while he was still in his mother's womb.
...I wonder how that coachman was doing?
The question flashed through her mind. After pondering for a moment, Alice climbed into a carriage.
—If she could not be bothered to find that coachman's current location, then asking someone in the same profession would obviously make it easier to infer his circumstances.
Thus, Alice asked, "If your carriage suddenly went out of control..."
Separated by the carriage compartment, Alice could not see the coachman's expression, but she felt the carriage sway. Then the coachman's voice came from outside. "Don't make jokes like that, Lady Daly. It isn't funny at all."
"This isn't a joke," Alice said seriously. "I'm just curious... if something like