After staring blankly at the ceiling from her bed for a while, Alice finally accepted reality. She took a deep breath, gathered her courage, and crawled out from under the covers.
When is it ever going to get warmer...?
After struggling with herself for several minutes, Alice gave up on the idea of getting up wrapped in her blanket and silently began dressing.
"I really wish heating and electric blankets were common in this other world too..." Alice spat out the last mouthful of rinse water, looked at herself in the mirror, and murmured, "I wonder if demigods get cold..."
As usual, Alice first retrieved that day's newspapers and letters from the mailbox. Backlund's tense atmosphere had not eased much over the past week—no, perhaps it had grown even worse...
Remembering what she had done, Alice felt a wave of guilty unease.
Since the Goddess had not come looking for her until now, that meant it was not such a big deal... right?
Alice nodded, her gaze gradually turning firm. She clenched her fist as encouragement, then began the first thing she did every day—checking the mailbox.
After eating breakfast while finishing the newspaper, Alice began going through her letters.
One was from Ian, telling her that the diary had been successfully sold. It also contained five ten-pound notes—this child really did not seem to have kept a single penny for himself.
Alice silently added two items to her plans: deliver another five pages of the diary tonight, and bring Ian some money.
Not giving him any money at all would be too much... Alice muttered as she opened Evelyn's letter.
Alice received notes from Evelyn almost every day, and today was naturally no exception... No, that was not right.
At the very end of the note were words that