Angel... Rejoice had finally realized it. The girl who had come to his door had not received anyone's favor. She herself was an Angel.
She was Ouroboros? Ouroboros had restarted as a girl this time? No, that was not right. What was with that revelation? Right, the revelation!
Chaotic thoughts leaped through his mind. Rejoice closed his eyes, forcing himself to calm down and focus on finding a solution to all this—he was certain that he had absolutely no chance of escaping, much less defeating an enemy like this.
But at the critical moment, fate favored Rejoice. He remembered Alice's dissatisfaction with fate since entering the room.
Perhaps... With a thought, Rejoice shouted with his eyes closed:
"If you kill me, wouldn't that mean you're following fate's arrangements?"
Alice had to admit that her movements really did pause for a moment because of those words. At first glance, they sounded rather reasonable.
But it was easy to see through that point. Alice quickly noticed an obvious mistake in his statement—if fate wanted Rejoice dead, there was no need to make her go through the trouble of doing it herself.
It really was troublesome, because Alice realized she seemed to have no good way to deal with Rejoice while his eyes were shut. She could not strangle him, nor could she pounce on him and engage him in hand-to-hand combat...
Uh, perhaps that was not impossible either?
With mixed emotions, Alice stopped that terrifying thought from spreading any further. Then, she once again found herself troubled by Rejoice.
If she did not consider hand-to-hand combat and did not plan to wait here for Rejoice to open his eyes, Alice realized that she actually had only one option.
She returned to human form and raised every possibility related to death in Rejoice's