The Church of Storms bishop noticed Alice's movements, but thanks to Amon changing the body's appearance to that of a woman beforehand, the bishop merely glanced at her and paid no further attention.
—Who said being discriminated against and overlooked couldn't be an advantage?
The first step was completed smoothly.
Next, following her prearranged plan, Alice took out the 1-pound note. The moment it came into contact with the Donation Box...
Travel!
Her body, along with the Donation Box, rapidly turned transparent. Naturally, the bishop wouldn't simply stand by and let this happen, but Alice had already rehearsed the next step—Steal Thoughts!
Having lost the thought of attacking, the poor bishop froze on the spot for a moment. That brief stupor was already enough for Alice to vanish from the church.
What remained for the poor bishop now was the Lord of Storms' impending wrath, as well as an entire roomful of Ordinary People to deal with.
Of course, Alice wasn't foolish enough to head straight home. Hugging the Donation Box, she appeared in a patch of Woods on the outskirts.
After applying Anti-Divination once, Alice hugged the Donation Box and switched to another forest.
Alice knew very clearly that her actions were more than enough to provoke the wrath of a True God. Before the Lord of Storms could react, she had to thoroughly conceal all traces of herself and pin the entire blame on Amon.
After changing locations three times, Alice decisively dropped the Donation Box, took the money inside, and left again.
After returning home and going back to her own body, Alice smoothly began the next step.
Last time, she had sent Amon's body back. Firstly, she had been afraid, and secondly, it had made it easier for Amon to find what she gave him.