Alice stared at Klein in astonishment and said sincerely:
"Do you know? I think I can understand Amon now.
"I really want to beat you up, but I'm afraid I might actually knock something out of you by accident...
"Can you hurry up and advance, then become the real Mr. Fool tomorrow...?"
Klein drew in a breath in terror.
This reaction greatly displeased Alice. She glared at Klein fiercely for a while, then suddenly smiled.
"It's late. Get some rest early, Mr. Fool~"
That tone was not one Alice usually used, but Klein was no stranger to it. After all, he had heard a similar tone many times over the past few days—Cynthia's.
Forget it, he would just let her vent her anger... Klein helplessly watched Alice's figure vanish from where she stood, then prepared to sleep.
He had never been picky about beds. Although he had been away from inn beds for several days, the moment he touched one, he still felt that familiar warmth and smoothly drifted into a dream...
A dream?
Klein opened his eyes blankly. The drowsiness he had just worked up receded from him like a tide in an instant, and he became fully awake again.
"...Alice!" After looking at the ceiling for ten seconds, Klein finally could not hold back and shouted in exasperation.
The room was silent. No one spoke, and no one suddenly appeared, as though Alice truly was not there.
But Klein did not believe that at all. He ground his teeth, sat up from the bed in his pajamas, pinched the bridge of his nose, and asked:
"What do you want to do this time...?"
With a creak, the door quietly opened a crack. A golden head poked through, blinking as she said:
"Actually, I just wanted to watch you