"Yes," someone replied.
Alice did not look at the scene on the ground. The image of brains splattering did not suit her aesthetic, and she had no interest in appreciating it. As for what Selwyn knew...
Alice tilted her head and, as though she had sensed something, held out her hand. A book with a dark blue cover appeared in her hand at just the right moment. As she gently opened it, a line of silver text silently emerged:
"Do you wish to know what happened, Your Highness?"
Alice said nothing. After coldly staring at the book in her hand for two seconds, she raised a hand and closed it, then started walking upstairs.
The book apparently was unwilling to be ignored just like that. It opened again, displaying new words:
"It is safe upstairs now. You may leave the investigation to other people."
Alice stopped and frowned at the book in her hand.
She recalled Selwyn's final shout. Lowering her head with a strange expression, she asked with a frown:
"...Don't tell me you're my believer?"
"Cassandra" denied it without hesitation. "Of course not."
Alice felt relieved, and the strange feeling in her heart faded somewhat. Just as she was about to move, a new line of text appeared:
"I am a sacrificial offering, Your Highness."
...?
The expression on Alice's face gradually froze.
The Nighthawks seemed to have noticed that something was wrong. Amid the silence, someone spoke up and asked:
"Your Excellency, this book...?"
After two seconds of silence, Alice raised her head and looked upstairs. Once she confirmed it was safe, she closed her eyes and said:
"It's safe upstairs. You can go up and investigate. As for this book..."
Alice paused, lowered her head to look at the book in her hand, and asked:
"What