Sylvia's constricted pupils told Alice that her first two statements had been correct.
Her guess had been confirmed, and the small amount of malice she felt toward Amon had been vented, more or less. Alice no longer had any interest in continuing the conversation.
Alice did not feel much anger over her plans being disrupted. As an Angel of the Fate pathway, she had always been particularly sensitive to dreams. She hadn't forgotten those two dreams whose first halves had been nearly identical.
The latter halves had actually been similar too. She hadn't obtained the treasure in either dream. If she insisted on interpreting them in detail, then perhaps...
The second dream had been the dream that should have happened. Fate had chosen her to obtain the treasure, but the timing was not right, so she could only take a close look at it.
The first dream, on the other hand, had reflected reality—Amon had stolen the treasure that was right before her eyes. Or perhaps the treasure itself was Amon's scam?
Who knew? In any case, it was all Amon's doing.
Alice was only certain of one thing: no matter which possibility was true, she couldn't obtain Cassandra now.
Still, since it was Amon, she definitely couldn't let it go just like that. She still had to settle the score.
Alice shook her head, casting aside the mess of thoughts in her mind, and looked at Sylvia.
...How should she deal with her?
Her initial fury had long since disappeared during this period. Alice still wanted to kill Sylvia, but it was now more of a task than hatred.
"Why didn't Amon kill you?" Alice lowered her head and asked. "Then I wouldn't have to do it myself..."
Her voice could be called calm, or rather, there was hardly