Since coming to Backlund, these less than three months had felt exceptionally long to Alice.
Compared to the beginning, although she still lacked experience, she had learned to think before doing anything—and if that did not work, to get someone else to think for her.
Of course, that someone did not specifically mean Klein. Absolutely not.
Compared to the profound sense of being out of place she had initially felt, still deeply wary of this era, Alice could now accept it calmly.
At least she was living here. That was enough.
She was no longer so resistant to those different lives in her memories either. Perhaps those past selves were not the same person as her, but they had long since become inseparable.
Gathering her thoughts, Alice looked at herself in the mirror again and sighed.
Although her temperament had changed almost completely, and her figure had changed somewhat as well, Alice's face and facial features still bore traces of the past.
...If I enter the Church of Evernight looking like this, will the Goddess get angry and stop caring about me?
That dangerous thought flashed through her mind, but Alice ultimately did not court death by testing it.
After all, the Church of Evernight knew Briel Rose. They probably did not know she was Alice Kingsley, returned from the dead...
At least, not yet.
Alice sighed, packed up the disguise supplies she had prepared under Klein's guidance, put on a mask and Amon's monocle, and prepared to depart.
"Sherlock Moriarty somehow learned that the commoner girl Edsack Augustus had fallen in love with might be a Witch, and before going to Red Rose Manor, he reported the matter to the Church of the God of Steam and Machinery. Based on a certain line of logic, this is reasonable."