Alday, or rather Amon, took out a crystal-clear monocle and put it over his right eye. A playful smile rose on his face. "Unfortunately, you guessed wrong. I have no interest in either George III or the Quill of Alzuhod. As I said... I'm simply here to watch the show."
As he spoke, he looked to one side. "What do you think, Lilith?"
A small figure appeared. Lilith raised an eyebrow at Amon. "I was wondering why you'd suddenly gone so quiet lately. So you went off to the Psychology Alchemists."
"I really don't understand what you're trying to accomplish with all this."
"Simply watching the show does fit your personality, but why is it that I just don't believe you?"
Amon smiled. "That only means you don't understand me well enough..."
Lilith interrupted him. "Enough. I don't care what you're planning. I only want That Quill. Are you going to stop me?"
"Me? Of course not. But... whether the other person here will, I couldn't say."
Scratch, scratch, scratch.
The quill in Edessak's hand broke free of his control just then and swiftly wrote a few words on the paper:
"Adam has arrived."
Dressed in simple priest's attire, Adam stepped out of thin air. His expression was as calm as ever, with a faint hint of compassion in his eyes.
He first gave Lilith a slight nod in greeting, then looked at Amon. "No wonder I could never find the Quill of Alzuhod. You were behind it. What do you want to do?"
Amon pinched his monocle, looking aggrieved. "Paranoid, why do you think I have some ulterior purpose too?"
Adam simply watched him in silence.
After a moment, Amon spread his hands. "Fine. I just want to throw everything into chaos-the more, the better-then fish in troubled waters,