A stitched monster of the mind?
Alice reached out and touched her chest. She could feel a heart there, beating steadily and powerfully.
It was a human heart.
Then what about her? What exactly was she?
Alice remembered what Allen had said.
In Allen's dream, Ouroboros and Will Onsetin had been abstracted into two white Great Serpents facing each other, while only she had retained a human form.
...But was she really human?
After thinking for two seconds, Alice remembered what Mr. The Hanged Man had said.
Ah, forget it. There were other people involved anyway—look, even the experienced Mr. The Hanged Man had said so...
They could deal with it when the time came!
Alice happily dropped her worries and continued reading Roselle's diary.
"June 5th. I obtained an ancient tome that actually mentioned the name of the 'Primordial Witch'—not an honorific name!
"His name is Chick. That's a male name.
"This ancient tome must be fake, right?"
Ah, the Primordial Witch really was a man...
As her earlier speculation about the Primordial Witch was confirmed by Chick, Alice shook her head. Just as she was about to destroy the evidence, her movements stopped again.
Wait, if the Primordial Witch had also advanced step by step from Sequence 9, then...
How had he played the Joyful Witch before?
Alice fell into a long contemplation.
She didn't know whether the people the Primordial Witch had known before had been silenced by him...
No, Alice, don't think about that kind of thing anymore. You don't want a true god hunting you down, do you?
Having already provoked two or perhaps three angels, Alice quickly cut off her wild thoughts.
Come to think of it, it should be about time for work to end, right? She didn't know how Doctor Allen was