To run or to walk—that was the question.
No, it wasn't really a question. With the methods of a High-Sequence, it was unlikely that Amon hadn't noticed her, and there was nowhere she could hide...
Remembering Adam greeting her in the Prophetic Dream, Alice fell silent for a moment, turned the doorknob, and pushed the door open.
Just as expected, Amon was sprawled on the sofa, smiling as he looked toward the door. When he saw her push it open, his smile became more genuine. "Good afternoon?"
Alice instinctively glanced at Amon's hair. Mm, it really was as messy as a bird's nest.
...The previous avatar had had quite neat hair!
Without a word, Alice closed the door, locked it, then pressed her back against it and glared warily at Amon.
At the same time, she rapidly considered what exactly Amon wanted to do.
She couldn't figure it out. Forget it, never mind.
Things were sometimes that strange. The very next second after that thought appeared, Alice continued racking her brains.
What exactly was Amon after... Huh, why did he seem to be smiling even more happily?
Forget it, never mind.
Alice blinked twice, completely unaware that her thought of "forget it, never mind," which had vanished and then returned, was back again.
Amon watched Alice's wary appearance with great interest. He lazily beckoned and said, "Come here."
Alice paused for a moment, then cautiously began inching her body forward.
Watching Alice move as though she wished she could turn into a snail, Amon pondered for a moment and asked:
"Weren't you pretty bold last time? Mm... You were especially bold when you wrote me that letter."
Silent for Two Seconds, Alice shouted in utter despair, "I didn't expect you to mail yourself over here!"
"Wow." Amon looked at Alice