The conversation ended with Alice being chased away.
Sent back to the Real World, Alice indignantly kicked the floor, then sighed and lay quietly on her bed.
"Looks like... I don't know what to do again..." Alice muttered softly, wishing she could sleep until the story ended.
...Why couldn't the battle segments be skipped? Fine, battles couldn't be skipped, but why couldn't the daily-life plot be skipped either?!
Not knowing what to do, Alice sighed mournfully and decided to get some ice cream.
Klein, no longer wanting to talk to Alice, ultimately chased her away.
That night, after finishing a busy day, Klein began to focus on... coming up with an honorific name for Alice.
Inventor of ice cream... No, putting that down felt like it would get mocked by her. Could he phrase it differently...? Hmm, if all the descriptions leaned positive, would her personality improve a little?
This had nothing to do with mysticism. The thought had occurred to him simply because Klein knew that Alice had a bit of... an image to maintain.
Although Alice often exposed the truth because of all sorts of accidents, it had to be said that whenever everyone thought she was a good person or thought she was impressive, she really did tend to keep up appearances.
So calling her "the great Miss Fortune" could genuinely improve her mood—provided he didn't say it to her face.
Klein pondered seriously for a long time before raising his pen and writing the first sentence on the paper:
"Creator of Happiness and Miracles."
Eating ice cream... was also a happy thing, right?
After writing that sentence, Klein glanced at the sky outside, shook his head, and put down his pen.
He should sleep early. He still had volunteer work to do tomorrow, and her