Alice... Alice guiltily shrank back into her chair, but still stubbornly held her head high and chest out.
Alger did not notice the tiny movement and naturally took over the conversation:
"Yes, I heard about it too. The Church of Storms was exceptionally furious and issued a wanted poster."
"I saw the wanted poster in the newspapers too." Fors nodded and, with Klein's help, manifested the image from it. "It looked like this. The papers said to beware of everyone wearing a Monocle..."
As she spoke, Fors carefully glanced at Alice—not because she had discovered the culprit behind the incident, but merely because she remembered Alice's description of Amon.
Alger and Audrey also looked at Alice, while Emlyn and Derrick followed suit.
Only Klein was sufficiently shocked—Good heavens, no wonder she could get along with Alice... Wait, they were not together at the time, were they?
A Bad Premonition suddenly arose in Klein. He controlled "The World" and asked, "Miss 'Fate,' were you at the scene at the time?"
Alice answered righteously, "Amon did it."
That way of avoiding the key question intensified Klein's strange feeling. He controlled "The World" again and asked, "Miss 'Fate,' did this matter have anything to do with you?"
Alice's gaze drifted away for a moment.
Klein could not take it anymore. He called out from within the Gray Fog, "'Fate'?"
Cattleya watched the scene, her brows furrowing slightly.
From the Tarot Club members' attitudes, she could tell that they all had a sufficient understanding of Miss "Fate's" identity and personality, so...
What exactly gave "The World" the right to interrogate a God?
Even if this God looked like a young girl, had the personality of a child, and most likely did not have her authority or status with her—or at least did not have