This successfully made Ian reveal a clear look of surprise.
She was actually... apologizing?
Alice didn't care what Ian was thinking inside, after all... she wasn't truly sorry.
Thank you had already been said, and saying one more sorry didn't take any effort... Alice rubbed her chin, impatiently steering the topic back on track:
"So... pray to me."
"Pr... pray?" Ian felt like a string in his brain had completely snapped.
"That's right," Alice tilted her head. "Pray to me, is there a problem?"
Ian didn't speak, he just stared blankly at Alice, recalling that miraculous scene from just moments ago.
This... this was an evil god?
Ian reached a conclusion with his simple understanding, and while he was still dazed, a hand waved twice in front of him.
"Are you an idiot?" the young girl opposite asked curiously.
Yes, the young girl—whether in appearance or words and deeds, she looked like a child.
"Slap!" Alice gave up on waiting for him to snap out of it, reaching out to forcefully slap the table, drawing his gaze back.
"Do you know Ancient Hermes?" Alice looked at him and asked.
Ian shook his head, so Alice continued: "Alright, then just follow along and recite, um..."
She taught Ian the pronunciation of that honorific name in Ancient Hermes word by word, and then jumped up from her chair, saying:
"Don't forget, oh, if you're really in danger you can also use that honorific name to call me to save your life—though I might not necessarily pay attention to you."
Afterward, she didn't wait for Ian to speak and turned around, preparing to leave.
"Wait a minute," Ian suddenly mustered his courage and called out to her. "The honorific name... that honorific name, what does it mean?"
"Eh?" Alice turned back in surprise,