Mentor Aleister

Seeing the strange yet familiar look in "Christina's" eyes, the wild, confident smile on Aleister's face softened considerably.

"Don't call me Master anymore. You're free now. I've fulfilled my old promise and given you a broader world."

She reached out and stroked "Christina's" hair, then cupped her cheeks in both hands and softly instructed her, "If you can, remember to take better care of Weber. Don't let her get bullied—now that you've gained my power, it would be too laughable if you were still as useless as before.

"...But remember not to let yourself suffer, either. If you run into danger or trouble you can't deal with yourself, remember to come find me—we're still friends.

"If you need me, call for help."

"Then..."

Alice hesitated for a moment. "What should I call you... 'big brother'?"

When Alice had been buried in the foundation, she had still been a little girl under ten.

To her, Iver's age did indeed qualify him as a big brother.

"Hmm..."

Aleister's expression grew complicated for a moment, but she still smiled gently. "Better not. I already have too many younger sisters."

—Although she knew that Iver was the "correct self" and that Aleister was merely a remnant with little time left, Alice calling her "big brother" was undoubtedly correct. Even if Alice called her "big sister," she would take the initiative to correct her.

After all, the person who had rescued her back then had been Iver, not Aleister.

...Yet in that instant, she still felt a strange, indescribable loneliness.

"Just call me..."

Aleister pondered for a while, and her expression became somewhat solemn. "Just call me... Mentor."

"Mentor!"

Alice answered without hesitation.

Then her expression changed dramatically, and a trace of timidity clearly appeared on her face.

Christina murmured, "Mentor...?"

"Christina."

Aleister suddenly called