Her memories seemed veiled by a heavy layer of gauze, preventing Alice from seeing their original form. Even exerting all her strength, she could only piece together a rather vague word from them.
Amanises.
It was a name... This realization naturally surfaced in Alice's heart. She frowned tightly, yet could not recall any further information.
Alice pursed her lips, turned her head, and looked at Alger.
Alger's heart tightened.
Alice Said Nothing, but her expression was unusually peaceful and indifferent. The confusion in her eyes gradually turned into nostalgia, until only a sea without ripples remained.
Tranquil, gentle, yet devoid of emotion.
Just like a true God.
Alger immediately Lowered Her Head and said humbly, "Sorry, I overstepped."
Alice glanced at Alger, pursed her lips, and said nothing. She merely lay quietly on the table and closed her eyes.
...Who was it?
It felt like she should have been someone very familiar...
Alice could not remember anything. Yet whenever she thought of that name, her mood inexplicably sank.
Noticing that Miss Fate seemed to be in low spirits, the atmosphere of the Tarot Club became stifling. Mainly because no one dared to be the First Moment to speak under such circumstances.
"Miss Fate," the World's usual hoarse, gloomy voice sounded especially pleasant at this moment, "did you remember something?"
Alice raised her head, Opened Her Mouth, and spoke softly and slowly:
"Maybe... maybe I just miss home a little.
"Or maybe it isn't home. I just miss my mom... Anyway, you understand what I mean."
Audrey was the fastest to understand Alice's feelings.
She was not missing home, her mother, or any specific thing.
She merely needed a place that felt safe enough, and someone she could trust completely.
But Alice's emotions had always been difficult to hold onto for