When Alice held up a recruitment notice drafted by Qianqian and felt she had found her life's direction, everyone who knew her and me thought this poor witch had been duped, but a researcher's fervor is something you can't stop. It's like how I could never prevent Taville from turning her fourth branch research institute into a European-style coffin. Not even Moriya's earnest persuasion could dissuade Alice from her plan to further her alchemy studies at the Imperial Military Academy—after seeing an animated, sentient doll and its control over an even larger army of dolls, the girl named Alice Maggotroyde had irrevocably, resolutely, undeniably, and hopelessly fallen into the rabbit hole.
"I smell a plot brewing from your actions."
Moriya looked into my eyes, very seriously, then warily eyed the flyer in my hand. "I will absolutely not sign any contract to become a Magic Girl, DAZE!"
Tch, such a sensitive girl.
