Alice was playing with the shadows of her fingers at the mouth of the alley.
She tried shaping the shadows of her hands into a cat, a rabbit, and a deer, then sighed in boredom.
Amon had it better. When he was bored, he could play cards with himself... Hmm, could I call Amon over for a game? All I'd have to do is pray and...
Alice hastily cut off that dangerous thought.
After all, if she did that, there was no telling whether she would be playing cards with Amon or whether Amon would be playing cards with Amon.
Alice sighed sadly and wondered what shadow to make next.
Hmm, wait...
Alice looked up and stared blankly at the mist around her.
Has the mist gotten thicker?
Alice stood, puzzled. After a moment in the thickening mist, she frowned as though she had sensed something and looked toward the pedestrians within it.
They hurried past her, seemingly eager to get home. Alice watched them go by, then gathered her spirituality and slammed it down hard.
Then she got some good news and some bad news.
The good news was that she had not missed. Her spirituality had struck something, and despite the vast gap between them, a blurry figure appeared in the mist.
The bad news was that Alice had seen this person before.
The holy-looking Demoness she had seen in her dream emerged from the mist and regarded her coldly.
She was a demigod.
The mingled iron-black and pale-yellow mist around them seemed to explain what had happened. This demigod from the Demoness Sect appeared to have finished what she had set out to do and was admiring the results.
And then Alice had attacked her.
Alice knew she must have looked stunned. It was not just the