A gift...?
Emlyn briefly woke up from his earlier emotions. Instinctively, he did not want this gift, so he declined:
"Uh, actually, actually, I'm not that brave either..."
Alice said nothing. Leaning against the back of her chair, she watched him with a smile, as though waiting for him to finish.
Emlyn was not entirely unfamiliar with that smile, because Alice usually smiled like that whenever she mentioned her "close friend" Amon or Will Auceptin.
This was clearly not a friendly smile, so Emlyn tensed the muscles in his body and began thinking.
But he was not all that nervous. After all, he could still think normally. If it had been Cattleya or Alger being stared at by Alice like this, they would probably have been scared senseless. That could be seen from their sympathetic gazes.
This was very normal, because Emlyn was different from everyone present. He believed himself to be the savior of the Sanguine; in other words, he believed himself to be the protagonist.
—He was not even particularly humble before The Fool.
And Alice was not someone who often made people remember that she was an Angel. If she did not instill fear into others, then so long as she was not truly losing her temper without restraint, everyone's way of getting along with her would probably tend toward Klein's—either she would infuriate them to death, or they would infuriate her to death first.
Just like Emlyn right now.
—Strength learned from hearsay could never compare to the impact of witnessing it firsthand. Emlyn was not someone who went out often to listen to gossip, and his understanding of Alice was limited to the Tarot Club.
After her gaze made several rounds, "Justice" Audrey's eyes settled on Alice. Having figured this out, she inexplicably felt like