Kassel College, Well of Oblivion.
Angers and the Watchman stood beneath the Bronze Vine Tree, their expressions grave as they stared at the empty altar in the middle of the pool. "You're saying that while I was in Japan supporting Caesar's team, someone came beneath the Ice Cellar and stole the Dragon Bone Cross of Constantine, the King of Bronze and Fire?"
A hint of confusion appeared in the Watchman's cloudy eyes. "I don't know either—whether it was theft or robbery."
"What do you mean?" Angers asked with a frown.
"My memory says that day, I sensed the Alchemy Matrix in the Ice Cellar being disturbed, so I went to investigate. I encountered a mysterious man wearing a KFC mask. He brazenly took the Dragon Bone Cross away right in front of me—with just a wave of his hand, such a huge Dragon Bone Cross vanished. I wanted to activate the Alchemy Matrix to fight him, but it wouldn't activate. I was so scared I turned and ran—cough, no, it was a strategic retreat."
Realizing that made him sound rather embarrassing, the Watchman changed his wording.
He continued, "I retreated all the way out of the Ice Cellar and reached the surface. That person didn't follow me.
"After that, I can't remember anything. When I woke up, I found myself asleep in the Clock Tower, surrounded by empty liquor bottles. So I assumed I'd been dreaming, that I was still groggy from sleep.
"Not until yesterday, when I went to inspect and maintain the Alchemy Matrix, did I discover that Constantine's Dragon Bone Cross was really gone. I realized it might not have been a dream. I asked NOMA, and NOMA said I had been in the Clock Tower the whole time and had never left. I went to find