Pure White Angel

"Whatever," Alice said, not particularly concerned. "Just don't let anyone notice I'm gone."

Klein gave her a reassuring look, and Alice stopped worrying about this place and went to find Grischa Adam.

To visit a True God, one should naturally go to His Divine Kingdom. Klein told Alice that Grischa Adam had currently kept His Divine Kingdom where the Land Abandoned by God had originally been, and that the place was now habitable.

This quasi-"God," who smoked and drank in Klein's description, did not match the image of a drunkard and chain-smoker in Alice's impression. He was still wearing that simple white robe and a cross. Aside from the Monocle over His right eye making Alice uncomfortable, there was also His hair.

"Why are you..." Alice, placed in an imagined baby carriage, looked at the figure before her with a twisted expression. "...Why did you get curly hair?"

The combination of black curls and the Monocle over His right eye reminded Alice of her former "playmate," and she blurted out:

"I always thought Medici had burned Amon's hair curly. So he got it from You?"

Grischa Adam's gaze skipped over her. He said nothing as a grayish-white slate appeared abruptly before her from nowhere.

"The first Blasphemy Slate," He said calmly. "Remember to return it."

Alice jumped up and grabbed it in her arms, then asked curiously, "Why didn't You hand it directly to Klein? Why did I have to come all this way?"

"The aura of Castle of Origin would stimulate the first Blasphemy Slate." This time, Grischa Adam chose to answer. "Also, I have something to entrust to you."

"What?" Alice's eyes were filled with doubt.

"Go to the Astral World and take a look at Pure White," He said lightly. "Look at His past and future."

Alice