"Alice!" Klein shouted furiously, but of course, he received no response.
After a difficult struggle, Klein rescued his eyes from the cream, fueled by his anger at Alice, and saw the empty seat across from him.
—Alice had already run off who knew where.
For a moment, Klein couldn't say how he felt. He stared at the empty chair in silence for quite a while before sighing at the air, uncertain whether anyone was there:
"When you act like this, I don't even know whether you're really fine or just don't want me to ask..."
After smashing the cake, Alice ran back to Backlund.
Alice didn't want to continue that topic. Although the situation looked as bad as it could possibly get, she had always maintained the mindset that since she wasn't dead yet, she might as well keep living for now.
She felt there was no way around it anyway, so they could talk about it when the time came. But Klein... Alice truly couldn't understand why Klein worried about things so far in the future.
As if worrying would give him a solution.
Yet it was precisely because of that that Alice felt terrified upon hearing about the Apocalypse—Klein looked like the sort of person who would take every burden onto himself no matter how exhausted he became.
His sense of responsibility was far too strong.
No, perhaps my sense of responsibility is just too weak... Alice lowered her head silently and spent one second repenting.
Once she finished repenting, she suddenly became lost again—she genuinely didn't know what she should do now.
Hey, Key of Light, was this sort of situation where I don't know what to do also something you arranged?
Alice's question to the air received no response. She ground her teeth and lay