Duncan looked at Alice with a blank expression, as if he was looking at someone with an intellectual disability.
The echoes from history that were reverberating in his mind hadn't completely faded away yet; the composed look that seemed to penetrate everything from the Frost Queen half a century ago still lingered in his memories. Yet, these images that should have been thought-provoking were now slammed into Alice's foolish persona, not only scattering to bits but also gradually turning into a farcical figure amidst her "boer boer boer" head-pulling antics.
After staring for a long time, Duncan finally lost his patience, "...What are you doing?"
"Ah! Captain!" It was only then that Alice belatedly realized, quickly holding her head with one hand as she looked toward Duncan, "Oh, I keep feeling like there are a few strands of hair trapped inside my neck joint..."
Duncan maintained his expressionless face, "If you continue pulling, you'll have to start naming the new hairs soon."
