Mystery: Lucky One

In the empty room, Alice laughed out loud alone. She even opened the spiritual barrier before laughing to prevent anyone from hearing her.

Well, this thing must not be seen by Klein... Uh, does Miss Justice know me?
After laughing, Alice started to think seriously about how she was going to submit this thing.

As for being seen by Amon... this isn't the first time this has happened!

Putting aside the part that Amon stole from her mind without her permission, this was not the first or second time that Alice had taken the initiative to provoke Amon with such things.

The fact that she didn't give Amon a hardcover edition signed by the author as a souvenir was because she had already considered the possibility that Leonard himself would be exposed.

However, I feel like it doesn't matter whether I send it or not. At most I can move the time forward, or...

Alice's heart was stirring.

No, no... Alice firmly suppressed her desire to do anything wrong.

As for who the "thief" angel in Leonard's body is, it is not difficult for Alice to investigate. Before that, he may have to go to the church. Now...

Alice thought about it, ran to the dressing mirror, dipped her ink and drew the symbol left by Arrodes.

…At least it should be on the mirror, right?

Alice stared at the mirror intently. The mirror surface that originally illuminated the surrounding environment was stained with a bright white from the point where the symbol was drawn. Blood-colored words appeared on it like ink:

"Thank you for your call, great lady of destiny."

Before Arrodes could project an emoticon that matched this line of text, Alice asked curiously:
“Can’t you change the font?
“The background can be changed, emojis can be added, why can’t the font be changed…”

It seemed like this was the first time someone had made such a request. Arrodes was silent for a long time before the words slowly emerged:
"Can.

“What font do you prefer?”

Each letter in the following sentence has a different font and color.

Oh, we can change it... Alice blinked and shook her head:
“Your original one is quite good, and it matches the mirror very well.

"I was just asking."

Arrodes continued without hesitation:
“Thank you for the compliment!”

So cool...I kind of want to steal it...

Alice looked at Arrodes in amazement, as if she was looking at a rare treasure. She licked her lips and said:

"Leonard is inhabited by an angel of the 'Thief' path...

"Who is He?"

This question was not difficult for Arrodes at all, and he took the opportunity to complain:
"He is from the Zoroast family of the Fourth Epoch and has tampered with my questions before."

"Zoroast..." Alice put her right hand on her chin, not noticing Arrodes's secret complaint, "Are all members of the Zoroast family Zoroast?"

Clearly, this is the "thief" stereotype that Alice gets from Amon.

Obviously, this is nonsense.

"Of course the Zoroastrian family is all Zoroastrians," the mirror responded. "Please forgive my ignorance. Can you describe your problem in a more understandable way?"

"Yes," Alice replied.

Obviously, Alice was much more skilled than Klein in dealing with rules. Arrodes didn't expect that Alice, who looked simple and innocent, could be so scheming in some ways. He paused for a moment before continuing:
"So what's your question?" Now the numbers matched... Alice, who had been counting in secret, blinked and asked her question:
"The Amon family of the Fourth Epoch seems to be played by Amon and his clones...

"Does the Zoroast family have a similar situation?"

This time Arrodes understood, and replied:
"At least the Zoroast family doesn't have only one member."

It seems that their ancestors at least did not have a bad personality like Amon... Well, maybe they can't do it. After all, the Beyonder characteristics of the "Thief" are limited, but Amon is unlimited...

Infinite Amons have eaten up the limited number of "Thief" extraordinary characteristics!

Alice shook her head and looked at the mirror. Before she could say anything, a question popped up:

"Have you informed my great master of my request?"

Alice stared at the words on the mirror and tilted her head.

"Yep.

"But it's useless. First, your great master is not in Backlund. Second, your great master is... enduring humiliation for the great cause of revival."

Alice swallowed the thought of brushing the toilet, although she thought it would be easy for the mirror to detect.

After a pause, Alice stroked her chin and asked the mirror:
"You're locked up in... No, it's okay for the donation box, but you'll definitely be scolded for stealing the Sealed Object...

"How am I supposed to get you out?"

Arrodes instantly became excited:
"You can ask the Mechanical Heart directly about this."

That makes sense. She could just ask for it directly... Alice stroked her chin and patted the mirror solemnly.
"Don't worry, I will find a way to redeem you. Just follow me from now on!"

...?
The strange choice of words successfully made Arrodes realize what was wrong with this matter:
"Are you not going to hand me over to my great master...?"

Alice answered as a matter of course:

“Why should I give it to others?
"It's fine to use it, but you have to be mine, right?

"But in this case, suddenly I don't want you that much anymore... After all, you keep calling others master, which sounds so weird...

"But it would be even weirder if you called me Master now? I feel, uh, more like a fence-sitter than a certain believer..."

Alice successfully put the mirror in a position where nothing could go right. Finally, she looked at the mirror that dared not speak and made an assertion:

"You should wait for Mr. Fool to come!"

It was hard to tell what Arrodes's true mood was. All Alice saw was a line of text without any emoticons:
"I look forward to your next call at any time.

"Do you have any questions?"

"Hmm..." Alice bit her lip and began to think.

But Arrodes didn't give Alice much time to think, or rather, the Mechanical Heart didn't give Alice much time to think.

Before Alice could explain what she should do from beginning to end, Arrodes quickly flashed a line of text on the mirror, which was completely different from the previous way of hesitating and typing one letter at a time:
"Great Miss Fate, I need to leave for a while. Someone from the Mechanical Heart is calling me.

"I will always look forward to your next summon!" (End of this chapter)