When Alice woke up, she was already lying in bed, with a faint medicinal taste in her mouth.
...It had to be said that, no matter which world she was in, medicine never tasted good.
Alice jumped out of bed, took a mouthful of water and rinsed her mouth until the medicinal taste had faded before spitting it out.
Alice pushed open the door and walked out, finding Alger on the deck.
"Those horns you broke off are in your room. Have you seen them?" Alger asked before Alice could speak.
"I didn't notice." Alice Shook Her Head. "How long was I asleep?"
"Half a day," Alger Replied. "I'll put you ashore at Pritz Harbor. No problem with that?"
"No problem. Um... how should we divide the spoils?" Alice asked.
"I feel like I didn't help much," Alger Replied.
"..." Alice frowned at Alger. After a moment of silence, she gathered her words and asked, "Are you... are you a little afraid of me?"
"Do you remember what you did?" Alger looked at Alice with a Strange Expression.
Alice Blinked Her Eyes in confusion and began recalling what exactly she had done.
Her spirituality had entered the horn, and then...
She had seen it: the destinies of every living being on the ship, intertwined, entwined, and twisted into an impossible dead knot.
And then?
She, she...
She had Tried To untie that knot, but it was far too difficult for her. Not to Mention whether she had enough patience or skill, she simply did not have enough spirituality to sustain it.
So... so in a fit of anger, she tore apart two tangled threads, and the entire dead knot naturally came undone.
Tore apart...?
Alice's expression stiffened slightly. She looked at Alger with a strange look and asked, "Who died?"