Alice tilted her head and let out a light laugh, saying:
"That prophecy was left by me.
'Hermit' lady, is that enough to be called a legend?"
The guess confirmed, Cattleya lowered her head and cautiously replied:
"Even if we publicized you as a god who has returned, that can only be about the events after your return…"
Alice looked at her, eyes half-squinted, reached out to support her chin, and casually tapped the table twice, saying:
"Then what to do?
Can't really go promote that the night's passing was due to my blessed one, right... Such a thing, probably still needs to ask His own... this god's own will."
At this moment, Alger displayed his well-honed sharp reflexes; as soon as Alice said her first sentence, he quickly lowered his head.
Cattleya lowered her head, her lips moved twice, but she said nothing.
In the gray fog, Mr. Fool let out a soft laugh, leaned back on his chair and asked:
"Since that's the case, why don't you go ask the Night?"
Alice was silent for over ten seconds, then raised her hand to cover her face and replied:
"Last time I saw Him, I asked if He could turn into His mythical creature form so I could touch Him…"
This was a euphemistic phrasing, but Audrey instantly recalled the way Alice looked at Susie, and thus easily understood this sentence.
So the goddess's mythical creature form is a similar kind of creature…
No, Audrey, stop thinking about it!
Audrey forcefully cut off her own thoughts.
Alger wasn't much better than Audrey. He remembered Alice's question about whether the "Lord of Storms" actually had an octopus head, and from the bottom of his heart felt that such a question, coming from Alice, was not absurd at all.
Of course, that didn't stop him from being thoroughly shocked.
Derrick, who had been scolded by Alice before for blasphemy, glanced hesitantly at Alice—he found that when it came to blasphemy, Miss Fate had some unique experience.
Fors sat dazed in her seat, thinking hard about why she had to be here to listen to this.
She was just a poor low-sequence!
Emlyn's intelligence, rarely seen today, finally took the lead. He followed the example of two seasoned veterans—Alger and Cattleya—and also lowered his head, feeling it was truly not easy to have survived to this day.
"World"... "World" is learning everyone's tactic of lowering their heads.
As for Klein in the gray fog… he was thinking about what his own mythical creature form would be.
…Hopefully it doesn't have fur.
From everyone else's reactions, Alice again realized just how shocking her sentence had been. She lowered her hand, looked at Cattleya, and with a tone tinged with some weakness, said:
"So, for the time being, I think there probably won't be any past feats to offer you…
Can't really write… hmm, write that kind of thing, right?"
If you dared to write it, I wouldn't dare read it…
Cattleya took a deep breath, raised her head and smiled, saying:
"Understood, Miss Fate, I will do my best."
This matter thus came to an end. Alice looked at Cattleya, and on a whim asked another question:
"Mythical creature blood seems to be very valuable…
If I run out of money in the future, can I draw some to sell?"
Cattleya reached out to press down on the table, her face appearing extremely pale, her expression frozen—she wasn't sure what expression she should make.
At this moment, the hoarse voice of "World" sounded:
"I think, under any circumstance, you shouldn't be short of money.
You could easily walk into any casino in Bayam and, in one night, win the entire place."
Alice instantly understood his meaning and asked in confusion:
"Didn't you say I couldn't do that?"
She actually took it seriously…
Klein twitched the corner of his mouth slightly in the gray fog, then continued manipulating "World" and said:
"I wasn't encouraging you, Miss Fate.
Or are you more used to hearing…
'Shut up.'"
The final words were cold and merciless. Alice silently reached out and covered her own mouth.
Emlyn looked at "World" with an admiring gaze, full of respect in his demeanor.
The others' reactions weren't as exaggerated as Emlyn's, but not far off—"World" had successfully earned the "center of attention" achievement at the Tarot Club with just one sentence.
Actually, in a way, Miss Fate really was a merciful deity. After all, even when "World" dared speak to Her like that, She didn't get angry…
Such a thought flashed through everyone's hearts, but no one dared to have even the slightest idea of deceiving Alice again—not even Alger.
After all, they were not "World." When Miss Fate found out she had been deceived and came to claim payment, she wouldn't care whether they lived or died.
Alice stared at the others' reactions and thought for a few seconds, then belatedly realized that, for a god to react this way to a mortal's scolding, it was really too improper.
…But why does it feel like they're already used to it!?
Noticing that everyone only looked at "World" with admiration and no doubt, Alice felt a deep confusion about her image in the Tarot Club.
She decided to correct her image.
"'World' sir," Alice tried hard to make her expression serious and dignified, "I think sometimes you should respect me a little more."
She clearly failed. Despite her best effort to imitate the feeling brought by Aemilius, it only looked hilariously out of place on her. Klein suppressed his laughter and manipulated "World" to say:
"Miss Fate, I think that kind of expression and action don't suit you.
You don't suit a serious face.
If you want to appear more dignified and intimidating to mortals, you just need to stay as you are.
I believe, someone as humanlike as you, will cause everyone to feel fear."
Alice was silent for over ten seconds before saying to "World":
"'Hunter' pathway really should regret losing a good seedling like you.
No, should say you're lucky not to have taken that path…
Otherwise, before becoming a 'Provocateur,' you'd have been beaten to death for your outstanding provocation skills."
"Is that your praise?" "World" pressed forward again.
This time Alice was silent even longer, then raised her hand and said:
"Private chat."
Although he guessed that Alice was about to say something shocking again, Klein still blocked out the others and looked toward Alice.
Alice let out a cold laugh and said to him:
"Before, when Amon said I was suited to be a 'Provocateur,' I asked Him the same question…
Do you think, is it possible that Amon likes me because He treats me as…
Your substitute?"
After saying this, she gave Klein a bright and dazzling smile.