Time returned to the day Klein advanced to Scholar of Yore.
Just as Alice had said, when Klein became a "Scholar of Yore," the phenomenon triggered in the Castle of Origin had indeed been sensed by beings such as Zaratul, Amon, and the Mother Tree of Desire.
But Amon, who was in the Forsaken Land of the Gods, sensed a little more.
"Will, Will," he called affectionately. "Can you still connect to the River of Fate here?"
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Will snorted. "If I could, I would've run away long ago."
"You're honest enough..." Amon chuckled softly. "Then what if I made you be born right now..."
"I refuse!" Will rejected him as quickly as possible. "Who knows what you're plotting! It definitely can't be anything good!"
Amon's movements paused slightly. His gaze shifted over the unchanging scenery of the Forsaken Land of the Gods, and he said gently:
"Whether you want to or not is not up to you, Will.
"Although I'm not sure what exactly happened, I have a feeling...
"She has probably caused me another enormous problem.
"As repayment... Will, I want you to hunt her down."
"?" Will Auceptin remained silent for a long while, utterly baffled by those words.
Amon didn't care about his attitude. He merely twitched his fingers. Then, the human skin on his body revealed its truest form, exposing a dense mass of writhing, tightly packed worms. The worm pile then squirmed and "spat out" a baby curled up into a ball.
The child opened his eyes on the spot, then opened his mouth and burst into loud sobs.
Amid the crying, the worm pile wriggled back into human form, once again becoming that black-haired young man with a gaunt face and broad forehead. He adjusted the pointed soft