Alice angrily widened her eyes in the Real World.
...When exactly had Klein gone bad?
Alice once again reflected on whether she had been too harsh on Klein.
...But she was still so angry. How could he cut her internet cable!
Alice angrily went out to buy a Radio Telegraph, slamming the door shut hard behind her.
Come to think of it, where was she supposed to buy one of these... Alice pondered as she walked, casually placing misfortune upon a passerby she found displeasing.
It would be nice if there were online shopping... Alice lamented in her heart. After thinking for a moment, she chose divination over asking for directions.
Just as Alice was about to find somewhere quiet to divine, she heard a scream.
Alice turned her head and discovered that the unlucky passerby she had disliked earlier had fallen flat on his face—literally. His face had truly slammed into a clump of some unknown substance.
Too disgusting... Alice frowned and looked away, feeling that her mood had not improved in the slightest.
Even after buying the Radio Telegraph, Alice still had not shaken off that nauseated feeling.
There were plenty of food shops and roadside stalls along the way. Normally, by this hour, Alice would already be wandering around and considering what to have for dinner.
But today, Alice delivered the Telegraph Machine home without looking aside, then headed straight for St. Samuel Cathedral without looking aside.
...What was there to eat if dinner had no flavor!
Alice stepped painfully into the Church of the Night. As she passed the Donation Box, she instinctively glanced at it, and a strange thought popped into her mind.
Could she steal the money inside while making a donation... Pah, had Amon infected her or something!
Alice dismissed the thought. After