Having the experience of playing Admiral Emlyn as a reference, Klein almost immediately understood what Alice meant.
It meant that "Winner" could only make him unlucky, while "Misfortune Mage" could decide whether his pants fell down, whether he choked while drinking water, or whether he tripped on flat ground...
No wonder every single thing he encountered those days had been embarrassing in just the right way!
Klein gritted his teeth as he looked at Alice. Meeting her innocent Big Eyes, he revealed a gentle, refined smile.
W-Wah, his smile was terrifying... Alice leaned back against her chair, nervously shrinking her neck.
A watery sheen surfaced in Alice's eyes. Biting her lip, she looked up at Klein with half-raised eyes and said timidly:
"I know I was wrong. I won't dare do it again, Klein..."
...She was awfully practiced at admitting fault.
The corner of Klein's mouth twitched. With a complicated expression, he asked, "...You actually Don't Know At All what I'm angry about, do you?"
Alice's voice abruptly stopped. She Lowered Her Head and Sat Up Straight, her calves swaying guiltily twice before she pressed them tightly together.
Really... Forget it. She had only played a prank; nothing serious had happened... Klein gave Alice a rather speechless glance and chose not to hold it against her.
After all, what did Admiral Emlyn's pants falling down have to do with Klein?
After symbolically Glared At Alice, Klein kindly reminded her, "Those problems I ran into while playing Emlyn... You were responsible for them, weren't you?"
"Not me," Alice said decisively. "Your luck was bad."
"Yes," Klein sneered. "Master of Fortune and Misfortune."
But this time, Alice was particularly justified:
"Your luck was bad to begin with!
"I can't make something happen with one hundred percent certainty—Even If It Is like that,