After experiencing Second Class once, Alice chose First Class without hesitation.
Luxury and so on... honestly, no matter how much she saved, it wouldn't be enough to buy a Potion Formula and materials. Besides, this money had originally been generously bestowed by the Lord of Storms. Returning it this way could count as returning it to its rightful owner.
Praise the generous Lord of Storms.
As for Third Class... ha.
Third Class in this era was vastly different from Third Class in modern times. In every aspect, it exceeded Alice's limits of endurance. To Alice, it was no less painful than buying a hard seat on an eight-hour overnight train—really sitting on something hard.
Compared to that, aside from being cramped, Second Class did not actually have much to criticize. What Alice truly could not tolerate were the shared washrooms and bathing rooms.
Even now, she could not forget how she had felt the moment she entered a public bathhouse last time and saw the naked bodies inside.
—She swore she had never suffered such humiliation before.
Having let herself go, Alice did not wear Matilda. Instead, she put it in her suitcase—she boarded the ship with her original appearance.
Hopefully, she would not run into anyone she knew. If she really did, she would just stay far away... Alice adjusted the wide-brimmed round hat on her head, making sure the fine veil hanging down still covered her face.
She had also grown a little taller, and much of the childishness had faded from her facial features. Her temperament had changed somewhat as well. While she could not guarantee that acquaintances would fail to recognize her, with the veil covering her face, they would at least need to get close and look carefully.
To Alice, First Class truly was luxurious