"In that case," Alice suddenly seemed to think of something. She turned to Dunn and asked, "You're a Provoker?"
The real Provoker, Dunn, looked at the two of them and, for the first time in his life, doubted himself. He answered uncertainly, "I suppose so."
Alice looked him up and down and gave her assessment:
"Maybe only someone like you is better suited to being a Provoker.
"You can digest the potion smoothly without worrying about getting beaten to death, and most importantly...
"You're very suitable for irritating people for fun."
Dunn almost blurted out a curse, but Alice added with a sincere expression:
"Oh, right... Can you not swear? I don't really like that.
"I'm a girl, after all, right?"
Dunn's eyes opened wide. Remembering the way Alice had looked at his lower body just now, confusion gradually filled his gaze.
...A girl?
In fact, if it had been a lewd joke between pirates, Dunn probably would not have been this furious. The main reason he wanted to argue was that Alice's expression was simply too pure...
She was not insulting him, making some kind of dirty joke, or discriminating against him. She merely... sincerely suspected that he was incapable.
When she looked at him with that sort of gaze, Dunn even had the strange feeling that if he nodded and admitted it, he might receive her pity and sympathy, perhaps even sincere comfort...
As soon as he thought of that outcome, Dunn felt an indescribable sense of collapse. He stared at Alice, remembered her unconventional self-introduction, and finally forced out through gritted teeth:
"Thanks?"
"You're welcome." Alice nodded in satisfaction, as though she had not noticed his reluctance at all.
Klein finally could not stand it any longer. He called out, "Alice, do you remember what you came