Alice knew she was looking for an honorific name, so she took care to read the note silently instead of aloud, as she usually would.
Luckily she had. It was written in Ancient Hermes, and reading it aloud might have caused trouble.
Alice closed her eyes and tried to trace the note's origins with her spirituality. Images of everyone who had touched it, from its creation to its sale, flooded her mind.
She deftly discarded everything else and focused on whoever had written the two honorific names.
She saw a hand in a black glove take up a pen and write the names stroke by stroke. She tried to see the hand's owner, but suddenly heard a sound:
"Rustle."
Pages turning.
Then the images vanished as though someone had switched off the lights, leaving only darkness.
Alice opened her eyes and frowned at the note.
She hadn't used ordinary divination. She had invoked her authority directly, which made this all the more unreasonable.
Only another authority could block the power of an authority.
"Cassandra..." Alice murmured. "The 'Soothsayer'..."
The sound of turning pages reminded Alice of the Ocean Blue Covered Book.
That book seemed to have come from a Soothsayer.
She pondered for a while, then frowned in confusion and asked herself:
"But how did she know that story? No, the question is... which came first, the story or her?
"If the story came first, who brought it here? Surely I wasn't the one who told her?
"And that book only counts as a Mystical Item, right... a living Mystical Item?"
It was possible. Judging by what the book had shown, it likely possessed a strong will of its own. A lucky one like the mysterious person she had met that day, who became its "owner," was probably just a