Hazel was overjoyed at the first sight of hope. She listened carefully, took notes on everything, and then asked:
"Once I've prepared the ingredients, where should I find you?"
"Here will do," Emlyn replied.
And so the matter was settled. After confirming a few more details, Hazel left. Emlyn felt relieved, and when he turned around, the mountain-like priest was looking at him. Emlyn instinctively clasped his hands together and said:
"Father."
The priest nodded and asked, "Are you going to tell your friend this good news now?"
"I think so," Emlyn nodded. "But perhaps she's watching this place...?"
"Watching?" The priest looked somewhat puzzled.
"It's nothing," Emlyn answered quickly. "I'll be going now, Father."
The priest nodded. After saying his farewells, Emlyn left, closed his eyes in prayer, and relayed everything to Alice.
Following Emlyn's description, Alice placed a thick layer of Anti-Divination over every character and setting that had appeared in the story, then gave Emlyn instructions:
"You just need to prepare the Potion and give it to her. Let her drink it herself... Also, tell me after you give her the Potion."
Emlyn naturally agreed. Alice thought it over, decided she had nothing else to say, and temporarily set the matter aside.
She was still inside St. Samuel Church. After her search for matters related to the Acting Method had been forcibly interrupted by Hazel, this place had once again become part of Alice's daily routine. She opened her eyes, waved her hand at the bishop, and got up to take a walk.
When she reached the entrance, Alice stopped again and turned to look at the man passing by her. He looked refined and scholarly, wore glasses, and seemed somehow familiar... familiar...
"Roy King!" she blurted out.
It was naturally impossible that she had met him