Mystery: Lucky One

"Another week has passed..." Alice sighed in front of Klein, "It's already the end of November. When will George III hold the ceremony? Seriously, if you don't..."

She was just about to suggest that Klein ignore George III when she saw Klein raise his hand and make a "hush" gesture.

Alice subconsciously closed her mouth. In a flash, she found that Klein in front of her had a dazed expression. It was obvious that he had gone to the "Source Castle".

——After confirming that Klein could use the sound of prayer to directly enter the "Source Castle", Klein and Alice discussed what excuse to find to make the Tarot Club members continue praying. After failing to find any, Alice made a constructive suggestion at the Tarot Club without informing Mr. Fool.

Yes, she asked the Tarot Club members to pray to the Fool at five in the morning every day, so that the Fool could feel their sincerity, and the Fool... Klein, who couldn't think of any other reason for the time being, accepted this reason and did not stop it.

Alice responded to Mr. Fool's anger like this:
"Saints don't need to sleep that much... And Klein, how can you sleep at your age?! Why do you need to sleep for a long time when you are alive? You will sleep forever after you die!"

In order to verify the rationality of her logic, she also pointed out that the Sequence 0 of the "Death God" path was called "Eternal Sleeper". However, her thoughts soon shifted to the fact that the "Eternal Sleeper" really never woke up, but the "Insomniac" actually still needed to sleep...

The topic then went on to something else, and Klein was soon led by her to forget about the incident. It was not until five in the morning of the next day, when he woke up to the sound of prayer, that he realized how devastating this incident was.

So, Klein woke Alice up from her sleep and got a solution full of resentment from Alice:
"When you become an angel, you should be able to respond to prayers on your own... Ugh, I really need to go back to sleep!"

After a mess of memories, Klein regained consciousness and told Alice with a serious look:
"Miss Justice has just told me that King George III is going to make a speech to the nation on Saturday, telling them that we are going to win.

“When the time comes, we will organize people in all major cities and villages to go to the squares, and use the latest technology to let everyone hear.”

The latest technology... allows people to gather in various squares to listen to the king's speech... Alice took a breath and said with a grin:

“This is the sacrifice!”

“Yes,” Klein nodded. “I will inform Triss and Bernadette about this. Also, Mr. Door…”

"Stay away from Him!" Ellie said without hesitation.

“…Okay,” Klein nodded. “Then let’s rule this out. Let me think about what else I can prepare… By the way, you said Adam condoned our actions, right?”

Alice nodded.

“Hmm…” Klein pondered, “Then is it possible for Him to help directly?”

“How could it be, He…” Alice shook her head, but suddenly realized something was wrong. “No, He seems like He might really agree… Maybe it’s not necessary, but I did give His ritual a push. If I ask Him for help…”

Alice's expression froze. She looked around and murmured, "If George III can offset an unknown reward, I think Adam will be very happy."

"...I'll use the historical projection of '0-08'," Klein said without hesitation, "You can keep it. After all, it's a favor from the 'psychologist'. He might be able to help you in the future."

After a pause, he added: "By the way, I might need a little luck..."

Alice extended a hand toward Klein.

Klein stood there for a few seconds before reaching out and grabbing an ice cream from the historical projection and handing it to Alice. Alice didn't even look at the ice cream and raised her hand above Klein's.

Ten seconds later, Klein was the first to be defeated. He canceled the historical projection and sighed:

"Okay, I'll go buy it."

As he said this, his figure became transparent, and he actually left using "travel".

He came back soon, and when his figure emerged in the air, he held a fresh ice cream in his hand. When he handed it to Alice, he also reminded her:

"It's been cold lately, so you should eat less cold food."

"...I won't catch a cold." Alice rolled her eyes at him and took the ice cream.

"You remember that you are an angel at this time..." Klein shook his head. "Why didn't you remember it when you were eating?"

"I'm an angel, not a fairy," Alice lowered her head indifferently and licked a mouthful of ice cream, "I don't eat nectar or drink dew."

Something seemed wrong, yet it also seemed to make sense. Klein was speechless for a moment. After Alice took a few bites of the ice cream, he murmured:
“But you really can’t poop or fart…”

The expression on Alice's face froze for a moment because of these words. Then, she raised her hand, waved it casually, and said:
"Don't spoil my appetite here!"

Klein took two steps back obediently, but did not leave. Instead, he stretched out his hand into the air. After watching him grab four or five handfuls of air in a row, Alice finally couldn't help but say:
"Although I know what you are doing, it's really funny to watch like this..."

“…I’ll try again.” Klein calmly extended his hand once again.

After grabbing it four or five more times, he withdrew his hand and asked, "How about you give me some more luck...?"

Alice asked, "Do you have any other ideas to increase the chances of success?"

Klein recalled the items he owned and soon got the answer. He left the room and returned after a while with Groselle's Travels.

Next, Alice watched him take a breath and half-close his eyes, as if sensing something.

Suddenly he moved. He slowly stretched out his right hand and grabbed it with a small amplitude.

failure.

Scratched it again.

Still failed.

After five consecutive failures, Klein's movements became slower and slower. Alice watched his movements and felt more and more like a card-drawing animation. She shook her head and shouted:

"jump over!"

Klein subconsciously stretched out his hand, then tensed his arm muscles and pulled it back very carefully.

His right hand then slowly retracted, and bit by bit he pulled out a rather dull, quaint-style feather pen.

"Wow," Alice exclaimed in agreement, "Golden Miracle!" "...Play less card-drawing games." Klein glared at her.

"There aren't any games for me to play..." Alice muttered.

Klein ignored her. He threw down Groselle's Travels, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and began writing quickly:

“George III intends to use this speech to lure out all the enemies who want to disrupt his rituals. But if everything goes well and nothing unexpected happens, he will take the opportunity to take the magic potion, reveal his trump card, and impact the divine rank. After all, there are too many unknowns in the future, and there is no insurance either. Moreover, his current preparations are complete and adequate.

“This is a very reasonable development.”

After putting down the last period, Klein had no time to carefully check the content for errors before the slightly dim feather pen in his hand disappeared silently, as if it had never been there or existed.

And those few short sentences seemed to drain Klein's energy, causing him to feel a little dizzy. He had no choice but to take a few steps back and sit down on a chair.

Seeing this, Alice waved her hand. Klein felt the dizziness in his head eased, and the lost spiritual energy seemed to flow back into his body. He smiled at Alice gratefully. Before he could say anything, he saw Alice put the last bite of ice cream into her mouth and then stretched out a hand to him.

"…Let me rest for a while." he requested.

Alice glanced at him, withdrew her hand, walked over and kicked his chair, and demanded:
"Change it for me, I want a recliner."

Klein immediately reached out and grabbed a recliner. Alice lay down on it and swayed for a few seconds before saying:
"I have to say, this ability is really convenient... Why don't you just write that George III failed or died?"

"...To be honest," Klein said frankly, "I don't actually believe that George III would be promoted directly from Sequence 5 to Sequence 0. Moreover, you have previously hinted that one of the purposes of the sacrificial ceremony may be the uniqueness of the 'Black Emperor' path... I don't believe that he can try to accommodate uniqueness at Sequence 5. After all, he is not you."

Alice suddenly said:

"You suspect that he already has Sequence 1, but someone is helping to hide it, so that even Qiunas doesn't know his true level?"

“Maybe even higher,” Klein nodded. “However, I have never been sure of this guess. After all, it is difficult to conceal it from the Church of the Seven with ordinary cover-ups…”

"Maybe it's Adam," Alice commented.

“That’s possible.” Klein nodded, and then his expression gradually became weird. “To be honest, I’ve always been curious…”

After a pause, he looked around hesitantly and confirmed:
"Is it really okay for you to talk about Him in person like this? Sometimes I feel like you two are very familiar with each other..."

Alice snorted and sneered, "Adam can't spy on me without my permission."

“I remember you didn’t say that before…” Klein hesitated, “And you even divined Him and were scared half to death by Him…”

“…Two things.” Alice’s expression froze. “First, I didn’t actively divine. It was fate’s revelation. Second… I wasn’t even Sequence 5 at the time!”

"Haha." Klein gave her a polite smile.

Alice gritted her teeth, then slumped down on the recliner in a decadent manner, and spoke in a ruthless manner:

“Well, I can’t stop it, so what!

"Adam, if he can, just jump out and hit me!"

"…He might be afraid of being pestered by you," Klein commented objectively. "After all, in the past, I would stay away from psychopaths. After all, if I hurt them, I would be responsible, and the punishment might be double. But if they did anything to me, I wouldn't be responsible..."

"Who are you calling crazy?" Alice kicked Klein's bench. "Get out of here!"

“Okay.” Klein obediently stood up and left.

Alice stayed where she was. She blinked twice blankly, and her expression became hesitant. However, before long, Klein came back and handed her an ice cream and said to her:
"No matter what you say, I won't buy you a third one today."

Alice curled her lips and lowered her head to enjoy her last ice cream.

Klein didn't continue to sit with Alice. He folded the paper and stuffed it into his pocket. He picked up Groselle's Travels from the ground and turned to Alice and said:
"I have to say that it was a good idea to report Zaratul to the Storm Church as Amon. Otherwise, with the frequency with which I go out now, we might bump into each other at any time."

"There are risks," Alice shook her head, "considering that this rumor started from me, it might attract the real Amon."

“…Ah?” Klein opened his mouth in surprise.

Alice smiled slightly, stretched out her free hand, shook her index finger, and said mysteriously:
"Young man, your understanding of fate is still too shallow. Would you like to consider believing in my Lord? Her name is the Goddess of Fate... Why are you hitting me!"

Alice dodged the object thrown by Klein and turned her head to see that it was a brick taken from the historical projection.

“?” She turned her head in surprise and looked at Klein. “I always feel that this should be my move…”

“…Is the way you angels fight so simple?” Klein asked politely.

"Normally speaking, no," Alice shook her head, "because I don't have a brick of such high status... Uh, come to think of it, I remember you have an ability called..."

She paused, and said with a strange expression: "...air straw?"

Klein looked at Alice with confusion and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Is your ability still unique?" Alice hesitated. "A saint-level straw...hiss, what is it used for?"

“…Sometimes I really want to pry open your brain and see what’s inside.” Klein’s mouth twitched. “Okay, just continue lying there. Remember not to get discovered.”

Alice nodded obediently.

Leaving Alice behind, Klein began to make other preparations. He first wrote letters and gave them to Triss and Bernadette respectively, explaining the matter. Next, he met with Leonard as "The World" and asked for Pales Zoroaster's help.

He also did not forget to talk about this with Reinette and pray to the Goddess of Night. After everything was completed, Klein quietly studied the abilities of the "Ancient Scholar".

——After all, the knowledge in potions only tells the basic usage, but does not teach a variety of techniques.

On the other side, Alice, after eating her ice cream, thought about it and decided to go find the vendor who sold pepper ice cream that day. (End of this chapter)