Arrodes did not seem to know either and simply waited quietly.
Two minutes later, Lilith said uncertainly, "One hundred... one hundred... one hundred and ten?"
"Correct."
Lilith first breathed a sigh of relief, then grew smug. "Hehe, Miss Lilith is so clever, a question like that could never stump her!"
"Do you have any other questions, miss who shares a name with a great god?"
That's... quite a distinctive way to address her.
"No."
Lilith shook her head and jumped into Edward's arms. "Let's go, Edward."
"All right. See you later, Arrodes."
As he left the room, Dirac was waiting nearby. "How did it go, Mr. Edward?"
"I've found out what I wanted to know."
"Good. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
"No, go about your business. Thank you."
Edward had barely stepped out of the church doors when Lilith cried out in alarm, "Oh no, where's my pendant?"
She lowered her head and hooked her little paws around her neck-sure enough, the small pendant was gone.
"I must have dropped it in that room while I was doing arithmetic. I'll go get it!"
With that, she leaped down and raced back inside.
"Ah."
Edward shook his head helplessly. "That little thing..."
He was just about to follow her when an endless expanse of grayish-white fog suddenly appeared before his eyes-
It was Mr. Fool.
Meanwhile,
Lilith quickly retraced her steps, deftly opened the door, and found the fallen pendant on the floor.
But she did not leave immediately. Instead, she jumped onto the table again and looked at Arrodes with a serious expression as she asked:
"I want to know, does Chrismona really mean me well? If so, why?"
Within the boundless sea of gray fog, the figure of Alger, the Hanged Man, appeared. Maintaining