"Lanlus carries the divinity of the True Creator." Before Alice, who had been summoned over for no apparent reason, could ask anything, Klein explained at the First Moment, "The Church will arrest Lanlus here tonight."
Alice gazed at the cheerful Clown mask on Klein's face, and a momentary daze passed through her eyes.
Although it had actually been less than a month since she left Tingen City, whenever Alice recalled her life there, she always felt as though it had happened in a previous life.
—That was not wrong either. After all, she really had died once.
Alice turned around and looked towards the Dockworkers Association dormitory. Just as she was about to say something to Klein, scene after scene, like animated images, flashed before her eyes.
Alice stared closely and saw a figure wearing a linen shirt, with ordinary facial features and round-framed glasses.
It was Lanlus!
Alice watched the figure walk down the dim staircase, his expression indifferent and calm. Suddenly, his lips curved into that signature mocking smile, and his gaze turned cold-blooded. He seemed to say a few words before abruptly pulling open his linen shirt.
Before Alice could make out what lay beneath the shirt, the scene vanished, replaced by another.
Alice saw a ditch flowing with filthy water, dim and dirty passageways, and rust-speckled metal pipes.
The scene drew closer, and Alice saw Lanlus sprinting through a cramped, enclosed passageway.
He ran, spun, and leaped through the pitch-black underground labyrinth. He seemed extremely familiar with every pipe belowground.
The third scene still took place in the narrow sewers. Lanlus, who had been sprinting, instinctively stopped and leaned backward as a Tarot Card viciously embedded itself in his right chest.
Immediately afterward, Alice saw a medium-built man in a worker's uniform, wearing a mask with