Receiving no answer, Alice sat where she was, frowning and silent.
She had long suspected the Goddess was watching her. Adam might be, too—and now she was less confident she could sense when he was looking.
The good news was that Alice thought Amon, at least, wasn't watching. Or rather, he didn't watch as often as those two. If he did watch her, it was probably only when certain things happened.
As for those two... Considering the Goddess had more or less admitted just now that she was a transmigrator, could they be taking shifts?
...Surely it wasn't that ridiculous.
Alice shook the absurd thought from her head, took a deep breath, and chose the simplest way to test it.
She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Adam! Are you spying on me again?"
No one answered, and no neighbors came to complain about the noise. The latter was only natural, since her voice hadn't carried outside.
But her voice being confined to this tiny room didn't mean it couldn't reach someone a thousand miles away. Alice lowered her hands and shook her head, then felt a gaze briefly settle on her and disappear.
Alice lay down, perfectly calm.
There was nothing she could do. She couldn't beat Adam or the Goddess, and to some extent, the Goddess was even her backer.
What could Alice do? Nothing. So she slumped in her chair, raised her right hand high, shook it twice to express how thrilled she felt, and said weakly:
"The Goddess is one thing, but Adam... Never mind. I'll keep calling you that for now.
"Adam, remember that men and women need their privacy. No watching me bathe!"
No one answered this time either. Alice didn't mind. She got up to