How I Came to Love Him

When Aleister awoke once more, she found herself in a familiar yet strange place.

It was familiar because Iver had often come here before... and strange because Aleister had never reached this place.

—This was none other than the "Morgan's Funhouse" Morgan had given Iver.

When Aleister opened her eyes, she found Isabel sitting beside the bed, looking her over with some surprise.

Before setting out for the Theocracy, Iver had already shown Isabel his two forms. That was why Isabel had turned a blind eye to the scandalous rumors about Iver and "Aleister"... and for the same reason, Isabel recognized Aleister's identity at once.

"Why did you only come now...? It's been so many days, and you never came to find me in my dreams. More than half the night has already passed, and only now have you come in..."

Isabel complained in a low voice. She reached out and ran her fingers curiously over Aleister's long, black hair, which was as smooth and clean as a wig, then added with some concern, "You weren't force-fed alcohol, were you? A girl has to be careful when she's out on her own."

"...I actually didn't drink."

Aleister instinctively raised her head and gently rubbed it against Isabel's palm. She did not even notice this intimate gesture herself, just as one would instinctively duck one's head when passing under a low doorway that might otherwise hit it.

She defended herself, "I was studying a mysterious item related to a Celestial... I may have fallen unconscious because of it. But you don't need to worry. There are still people around me who can protect me."

Only then did Aleister suddenly realize something. "Do you come here every night to wait for me?"

The ticket for entering Morgan's Funhouse was to drink a