No one answered her muttered question, so Alice had no choice but to sacrifice some of her materials to make a pointless report.
The sickly green flames died after consuming the materials, leaving behind a cold "Noted." Alice was so angry she kicked the simple altar.
...You knew, didn't you? Adam didn't stop me from telling you because you already knew and had given your tacit approval!
You couldn't stop it? I don't believe that for a second.
She cleared up the site in a huff, then turned her attention to Sherman and Hazel.
Sherman's schedule had not changed much yet, so Alice felt no urgency. She kept an eye on him but focused more on Hazel.
Hazel did not seem to trust ordinary doctors, but what if...
Time ran out before anything came of it. At three o'clock on Monday afternoon, the Tarot Club convened as scheduled. Cattleya the Hermit still had not received the diary pages Bernadette held. Klein did not look anxious. Remembering that he had already met Bernadette, Alice guessed he had learned the reason from her.
There was little new at this meeting. The main event was Emlyn the Moon's account of the operation to punish Ernest Boyar, but it had little to do with Alice. Aside from providing anti-divination, she seemed free to sit back and watch.
Just as Alice's mind began to wander, the conversation suddenly turned to her:
"Miss Fortune, the Queen would like to meet you."
Cattleya the Hermit's request caught Alice off guard. After a moment, she asked in bewilderment:
"Then why doesn't she come?"
"...What?" Cattleya did not seem to understand.
Alice answered, puzzled, "She knows where I live. She can come herself. If she thinks that would be rude or worries she might miss me, she has a