"Oh," Amon said with a smile, "because I really do have a former lover I can't forget."
"?" Alice stared at Amon in horror. "Huh?"
He... he really likes that angel from the Zoroaster Family?
If everything had been normal, Alice would never have believed it. But this was so outrageous that she had to consider the possibility Amon was serious.
Surely the Incarnation of Deceit wouldn't tell a lie this ridiculous?
"I've been chasing him for thousands of years..." Amon continued with a smile. "Do you know where he is?"
If that's true, should I tell him the person he's looking for is at the Church of Evernight, parasitizing... Wait.
Alice suddenly grew wary. She stopped her wandering train of thought and looked at Amon coldly.
She had caught herself before she could connect the crucial pieces.
Under her icy stare, Amon's expression did not change. As though puzzled by her sudden shift in attitude, he asked:
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that... Was there something wrong with what I said?"
Shameless.
Amon looked innocent beyond belief, as if he truly had done nothing, but Alice did not believe a word he said.
Yet there was nothing she could do about Amon. She was not particularly afraid of his avatars, but this was the Forsaken Land of the Gods. Whether the one standing before her was his true body or not, it could probably appear before her at any moment.
She could only make a mental note of this grudge, and then... What was she supposed to do next?
Well, whatever the case, her only way of dealing with Amon was probably to run... What had she just been thinking about?
Oh, Amon. Then she must have been trying to... Uh, what had she been