Alice said nothing. One moment she looked down at the mottled table, the next she looked up at the lofty dome. From time to time, she looked around, admiring the surging Gray Fog and crimson stars—in short, she simply refused to look at Klein.
Since it had not caused too many irreversible consequences, Klein was annoyed, but only to a limited extent. He sighed and shook his head.
"Forget it. When you think about it, you did remind me of something...
"I really hadn't considered what I should do if my identity were exposed."
Alice blinked her eyes and said rather casually,
"What is there to do? As long as you can beat everyone, whether you're exposed or not makes no difference—even they'll have to pretend not to know and keep up the act with you."
Come to think of it, that really did seem to be the case... Still, it would be safer if I could beat everyone put together...
Klein's thoughtful gaze fell on Alice. After choosing his words carefully, he said,
"I'll make another trip to that hall later and make use of the Manipulator Beyonder Characteristic... Also, Alice, next time...
"Could you keep those Romance Novels out of your head?"
Alice began admiring scenery that did not exist within Castle of Origin again. Klein knew the topic could not continue, so he shook his head. Seeing that there was nothing else to discuss, he prepared to send Alice away directly, only for her to suddenly speak.
"By the way, have you finished reading the diary Bernadette sent over?"
"Not yet." Klein shook his head. "More precisely, I haven't opened that diary in a Long Time... I've been running my Circus."
"...You." Alice's expression became somewhat strange. "A Demigod going to... Forget it, that seems to have