Thinking of this, Alice chuckled softly and let her gentle yet emotionless gaze fall upon the man as she asked in an ethereal voice:
"Oh? You have met another Cassandra?"
The man looked at her in confusion.
"Cassandra," Alice drawled, "the cursed 'Soothsayer.'"
This was not a lie. Alice had long stopped believing in coincidences within the Extraordinary World. She firmly believed that even if someone named "Cassandra" had initially been a coincidence, it would eventually become real.
If she really had to explain it, perhaps the meaning of that name was simply unfortunate. Wasn't it only natural for someone with such a name to end up having a miserable life?
Alice resolutely ignored the possibility that any of this had something to do with her—after all, she really did seem capable of making those who inherited famous names undergo the same Fate as the famous people themselves...
Confusion and shock alternated across the man's face. As if trying to confirm something, he repeated Alice's words:
"The cursed... Soothsayer?"
Before Alice could respond, he suddenly became agitated again, unable to conceal his anger as he said:
"It was her! It had to be her! She was the one who ruined me!"
Alice recalled Klein's compassionate smile. Although the man could not see it, she still wore that expression as she comforted him gently:
"Poor child... It seems she transferred Fate's punishment onto you."
"Yes, that's right, it must be so!" he said indignantly. "Damn Cassandra! Oh, don't misunderstand, I wasn't talking about you. You are a good person. You are different from her..."
Reckless, irritable, gullible, fond of shirking responsibility after making mistakes, and transferring his losses onto others...
Combining what she had seen of the man's recent experiences with the information she already knew, Alice sketched out his personality