Alice entered the church with her gaze fixed straight ahead as much as possible, sat down, and prayed quietly.
After a while, she could no longer bear it and opened her eyes. Turning to the person beside her, she said, "If you keep looking at me like that, I'll think you like my dress."
After all, you seemed to have shown an interest in wearing women's clothes before... Alice held back and held back, but ultimately did not voice that tease.
Leonard fell silent for a moment, then looked at Alice and declared, "I have no such thoughts."
"Then your friend does?" Alice looked at him in confusion.
Those familiar words made Leonard lose focus for a moment. His gaze grew a little heavier, and only then did Alice realize that she seemed to have inadvertently recreated a scene from the past.
To keep things from going further in the direction of exposing her identity, Alice proactively changed the subject. "What exactly did you want to ask?"
Leonard frowned and looked at the monocle pinned to her clothes, uttering a name: "Amon."
Alice stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly laughed. She reached out, put the monocle over her right eye, and asked in Amon's teasing tone, "Is it you who wants to ask, or that friend of yours?"
Leonard was silent for a while before saying, "He said your act didn't resemble him at all."
Alice widened her eyes. She almost instinctively wanted to challenge that, but then remembered that she was in a church and barely managed to lower her voice. "How doesn't it resemble him?!"
After another stretch of silence, Alice heard an answer that agitated her even more. "He said Amon wasn't that weak, nor was he that stupid."
Alice's smile vanished. She stared at