The grayish-white mist dissipated before her eyes. Alice blinked her eyes, and her attention was drawn away again.
Ah, he was actually discussing what human flesh tasted like with me...
This analysis astonished Alice. She realized that Klein had not even considered the issue of auxiliary ingredients and had jumped straight ahead to the taste of human flesh.
But it had to be said that his line of thinking indeed had no problem...
—If she could confirm that something was unappetizing, Alice truly had no interest in trying it.
When he had first seen Alice's question, Klein had been startled. After trying to persuade her in what he believed was an effective manner, Klein shook his head, hesitated for a moment, then asked:
"Have you finished digesting your potion?"
Alice's answer to that question was, of course—no.
After the grayish-white mist dissipated again, she thought for a while and came to Above the Gray Fog.
Klein had not left yet. After allowing Alice in, he turned his head toward the approaching Alice and asked:
"What is it?"
Alice sat across from him and leaned closer. "Can scrubbing toilets really help with acting?"
Klein looked at her expressionlessly.
That look made Alice think she had received her answer. She leaned back in disappointment and sighed.
"All right, looks like it can't."
"...No," Klein denied. "I did indeed get some opportunities to act while volunteering. But if it's you, I have a better idea."
Alice looked at him curiously.
Klein recalled what had happened when he was at the Divination Club. Looking at Alice, he pondered for a moment before saying:
"You know, dressed like this, you really do look like a fortune teller. As long as..."
"I understand!" Alice straightened up, visibly excited. "I can cover my eyes with another