"Not necessarily." Amon reached up and adjusted his Monocle. "But you know, I do have a grudge against Ouroboros."
A dark vortex spun within the Monocle. Amon casually lowered his hand and said with a smile:
"Besides... with Ouroboros, who has already been eliminated, out of the picture, isn't it reasonable for one of you to stand with 'The Fool' and the other with me?"
...Reasonable my ass!
Alice, who happened to witness this scene, opened her eyes wide. Amon turned his head with a smile, his gaze falling upon Alice across the distance, as though openly telling her that those words had been meant for her.
But Alice could not understand what use there was in telling her this. She could guess that it was probably inseparable from the final Deification Ritual, but that was precisely the problem—she did not know exactly how they were connected.
Yet Amon definitely would not tell her the answer; that was beyond doubt. After repeatedly failing to think of one herself, Alice chose to give up.
Anyway, if he failed to achieve his goal, he would keep trying.
Alice shifted her attention back to more immediate matters. Time had circled around to sunday, already the end of the week. Several days had passed since she had given that painting to Ian. Alice thought that perhaps she should devote some attention to the place mentioned in the prophecy.
Otherwise, the prophecy might already have come to pass while she still did not know where it had happened.
With that in mind, Alice tried using divination to locate the exact site of the incident. It was the simplest method she could think of, but the divination unexpectedly failed, and she fell straight out of a grayish-white Dream.
This made Alice, who had no clues at