Miss Fortune Victim Alliance

Alice's question left Ann somewhat puzzled. She seemed unable to grasp what Alice cared about, so Alice took two steps back to put some distance between them, then smiled.

"Although My Lord probably doesn't mind this sort of thing... I mind it very much, you know?

"Tsk, tsk. We were the ones who saved you, and we were the ones who did the work. How could your gratitude be directed toward someone else?"

Ann froze. It was indeed a perplexing question, because she hadn't forgotten why Alice had come to save them—hadn't she said this was the Creator's request? Hadn't she said it was a transaction between them?

Perhaps her confusion was simply too difficult to conceal, so Alice kindly explained:

"That was a deal between My Lord and the Creator. What does it have to do with you?"

"..." Ann understood. She had gained a profound understanding of Alice's terrible personality, but she didn't dare say anything.

Ann adjusted her emotions as quickly as possible, then bent down and asked:

"Very sorry, Your Highness. Please forgive my presumptuousness. If possible, I would like to ask you about the ritual for praying to The Fool."

"I don't know." Alice stretched out a hand and pointed at Derrick, who was standing there like part of the backdrop. "I can't remember it... Ask him instead."

Derrick, who had been dragged out just like that, raised his head blankly and met Ann's gaze. For some inexplicable reason, they saw a trace of mutual sympathy in each other's eyes.

After pushing Derrick, an old member of the "Miss Fortune Victim Alliance," out there, Alice withdrew from this welcoming ceremony for newcomers and went out to find fresh victims... No, she went out to perform her Great Mushroom Transformation for others.

By the time the