"..." Klein said nothing, seemingly waiting for her to continue.
Alice looked at Klein with a blank expression.
"That's all?" Klein asked doubtfully.
"What else were you expecting..." Alice muttered.
"...What about the timing? Even if there isn't an exact time, there should at least be an approximate one, right? It's your ritual—didn't you feel anything?" Klein asked tentatively.
Alice thought for a moment before answering, "...Maybe there was one at first, but then Adam said hello to me, and it was gone."
"Ah..." Klein gave Alice a sympathetic look. "Look on the bright side. At least He didn't say hello to you in Mythical Creature Form..."
Alice looked at Klein, who had the glorious history of divining a True God, and fell into deep thought.
Klein sensed the unspoken words in Alice's gaze and decided to say something to get back at her:
"However, I should remind you that before I transmigrated, I was neither a psychologist nor a high school teacher. I don't know much about counseling minors.
"Whenever I encountered this sort of situation before, at most I'd tell them good luck on the college entrance examination. But you don't need to take one now...
"If you have similar problems next time, you can go straight to Miss Justice. After all, her Sequence 7 is called Psychiatrist.
"If you really need help, I can try to remember whether I still recall any of those Five-Three exercises I did in high school..."
Then, before Alice could curse out loud, he decisively cut off her internet cable.
"?" Alice, back in the real world, gaped in stunned disbelief.
...He hadn't seemed like this at the beginning, had he?
For the first time, Alice seriously reflected on her behavior, wondering whether she had gone too far.
...Klein was definitely the