Alice's hand stopped as it reached for the doorknob.
It was inside St. Samuel Church. A man in a long trench coat and red gloves stepped over the threshold and entered the church.
The man had black hair and green eyes. His hair was messy, his facial features handsome, and he walked with a carefree, unruly air, carrying the temperament of a poet.
...Leonard.
Alice had not foreseen the future so uncontrollably in a long time. If she insisted, perhaps... Fate thought she could handle it?
Alice reserved judgment on that guess. After all, she was not sure whether Will Auceptin and Amon counted as things she could handle.
No, Will Auceptin was a different matter—Fate seemed to have placed separate bets on the two of them...
Still, one thing was certain: if Leonard ran into her at the church, there was a high probability that she would not be able to control her emotions.
And unlike Old Neil, who had not known her well enough, Leonard might recognize her—or at least become suspicious.
There was no big deal in letting Leonard know she was still alive. In a sense, she could be considered a Blessed personally approved by the Goddess.
What Alice was truly worried about was the danger entangled around her, the uncontrollable Fate.
She was not worried about Klein. After all, it was hard to say whose troubles were greater, hers or Klein's. But Leonard...
There should not be anything wrong with Leonard... right?
Thinking of Leonard confidently calling himself the "Protagonist of the Era," Alice suddenly became less certain.
...Come to think of it, striving to become stronger and avenge a dead friend really did sound like a protagonist's script, huh?
But if he was so confident that he was the protagonist, shouldn't he have some