Chapter 217: The Messenger Lady

Chapter 217: The Messenger Lady

Alice, unaware that Klein had already established himself as a parent figure to "The World" Gehrman Sparrow, received a perplexing letter.

She was sitting quietly at her desk when suddenly the room's atmosphere turned cold - a sign of the messenger's arrival. However, something was amiss...

Who would use an angel as a messenger?

Alice trembled as she looked at the female angel holding four blonde, red-eyed heads. Though she wanted to say something to ease the tension, she feared retribution.

...Who on earth was using an angel as a messenger?

Alice stiffly accepted the envelope, noticing the headless woman had no intention of leaving. She cautiously asked, "Is there anything else?"

The headless woman stared at Alice for a while. Just as Alice began nervously fidgeting with her high school uniform, the messenger finally spoke:

"Need..." "One..." "Gold coin."

Alice watched as the four heads took turns speaking, with the last head anxiously silent after missing its cue. After a pause, she asked:

"Why didn't you assign lines to each head beforehand? Is it because there's no fifth head? Oh wait, I mean, is it because you don't have a head on your neck?"

The headless woman fell silent for a moment, then vanished.

...

Klein, eagerly anticipating Alice's reaction to the letter, was reunited with his messenger.

The messenger's four heads stared blankly at Klein and said in unison: "She..." "Asked me..." "Why..." "My neck..." "Has no..." "Head."

Klein fell into deep thought once again.

...Come to think of it, had she read the letter? Why hadn't she scolded him yet?

This felt so unusual... Klein mused as he watched the messenger's figure fade away.

...

Alice saw Klein again on Sunday night in the gray fog above.

The moment she opened her eyes, Alice was taken aback - why did this look so much like a school desk? Sitting in a familiar chair, Alice stared at the desk in confusion before looking up at Klein, who had manifested a podium in front of her. She solemnly asked:

"Are you actually insane?"

Ah, there it was... That uncomfortable feeling of not being scolded disappeared. Klein suddenly felt the Alice before him become familiar and endearing. He smiled and asked:

"Why didn't you reply to my letter?"

Alice stared at Klein expressionlessly.

After a few minutes, Klein conceded defeat. He removed the podium and desk setup, replacing the scene with sofas and a coffee table.

"So this scene can be changed..." Alice mused thoughtfully, tapping the coffee table as her eyes darted around.

Klein could guess what Alice was thinking just by looking at her expression. He firmly refused: "Don't even think about me manifesting strange scenes during Tarot Club meetings!"

Alice sighed in disappointment. Then her eyes lit up again as she asked with interest: "If the scene can't change, can you yourself..."

"No!" Klein interrupted without hesitation.

Alice sighed in disappointment once more. At times like these, she somewhat missed Amon. At least Amon would let her finish speaking...

Seeing Alice's eyes darting about again, Klein quickly interjected: "So... are you really not considering taking those classes?"

Alice's smile instantly vanished as she glared at him expressionlessly. After several seconds, she asked another question she cared about:

"Why do you use an angel as a messenger?"

"Huh?" Klein's face showed confusion.

Alice looked at his expression and asked, puzzled: "Didn't you know your messenger was an angel?"

"No," Klein looked at Alice with a complicated expression, "Although I just learned she... it is an angel, but... why would you say such things to an angel?"

Alice's gaze wandered as she said diplomatically: "This isn't the first time, right? Considering my lost memories, I might have even said such things to true gods before..."

Klein drew in a sharp breath.

As they sat in awkward silence, a deep red star suddenly swelled - it didn't belong to any member of the Tarot Club.

Klein glanced at Alice and made a "shh" gesture. Alice obediently closed her mouth and tapped the coffee table with her fingers in boredom.