Chapter 182: Amon is a Benevolent God
Neither the bewildered Derrick nor the confused Emlyn dared to move. Audrey, Alger, and Fors were equally frozen in place.
It was because Mr. Fool's behavior was far too human-like.
Since the first Tarot meeting, their impression of Mr. Fool had always been one of aloofness and composure, regardless of the situation.
Unlike Miss "Destiny," who could change her expression three times in a minute, Mr. Fool had always maintained an image of detachment, suggesting that few things could provoke an emotional response from him.
To have acted this way twice in a row... Mr. Fool must have been truly infuriated.
However, compared to the wrath of a true god, Mr. Fool's attitude seemed more like that of a parent, both angry and helpless when their child causes trouble.
In fact, if analyzed this way, Mr. Fool's attitude towards Miss "Destiny" had always been like this, only this time it was particularly "angry."
Thinking of this, Audrey couldn't help but curiously glance at Alice, who was laughing heartily without a trace of panic. She became even more curious about the gift Miss "Destiny" had given.
Alger had similar thoughts, but unlike the curious Miss "Justice," he had no interest in probing into such secret matters.
He always felt that if he heard it, he wouldn't live to see the end of the Tarot meeting.
Compared to the two who had seen Alice in person, Fors was much more uneasy.
She fully experienced how indifferent Miss "Destiny" was to others' lives and hoped she would never be noticed by Miss "Destiny" in her lifetime.
It was too terrifying.
Klein looked at the Tarot members, who didn't dare to breathe, with a calm mind and blocked their vision and hearing.
Once it was just the two of them, Klein looked at Alice, who was trying hard to stifle her laughter, and said:
"…Why don't you laugh to your heart's content first?"
Alice stared at Klein for two seconds before finally giving in and laughing out loud on the table.
Klein's mouth twitched as he watched Alice pound the table with laughter—honestly, if he weren't the protagonist of the story, it might indeed be quite funny.
But since he was the protagonist, Klein couldn't laugh and had to wait for Alice to finish laughing before asking questions.
As Alice laughed, Klein seriously pondered who could have written such things.
After all, if the previous piece was somewhat normal, the latter was too outrageous. He couldn't imagine what kind of person could write such things.
…There couldn't really be a bored "writer," could there?!
Not to mention the unrealistic plot and the familiar terms that popped up now and then, the part Klein couldn't understand the most was…
What did it mean that he and Amon accidentally had a relationship?!
What did it mean that Amon accidentally got pregnant?!
And gave birth to 108 children at once???
Even if it were a "writer," they couldn't write something so absurd, right?!
After this incident, Klein felt his psychological endurance had greatly improved. Even if Alice caused more trouble in the future, he would… never mind, better not jinx it.
Klein's mouth twitched as he looked at Alice, whose laughter was gradually subsiding, and asked, "Are you done laughing?"
Alice blinked and nodded, then emphasized guiltily:
"I must stress, I didn't write this. I saw… no, my friend saw this."
"…You have a friend?" Klein looked at Alice with a strange expression.
"…No," Alice tried to explain, "Remember the book I told you about that Song Shu read?"
"Don't tell me this is from that book?" Klein's calm expression finally cracked.
Alice shook her head sincerely and said:
"No, it's not like that.
"Song Shu said this is fan fiction of that book. You know what fan fiction is, right?"
Klein nodded.
Alice continued with a strange expression: "She told me that the book wrote about the bond and emotions between you and Amon from the beginning of your acquaintance…"
Klein's mouth slightly opened.
Alice clenched her fist against her chin and continued: "Song Shu also said that your love-hate relationship, your entanglement, made her cry every time she read about your feelings…"
Klein was speechless.
Alice hesitated and confirmed: "You… don't like men, right?"
"…I don't think I have that preference so far," Klein said with a complex expression.
Alice nodded and analyzed seriously: "From Amon's reaction at the time, it seems unlikely that he does either…"
"Wait," Klein interrupted Alice, "You showed Amon this stuff???"
Alice was silent for a moment and replied: "He didn't see the article, just the illustrations."
"…How are you still alive?" Klein was shocked.
Alice thought seriously and replied: "Maybe because… Amon is a benevolent god."
"Benevolent?" Klein asked in confusion, "Do we understand this word the same way?"
Alice glanced at Klein and smiled mischievously:
"I am willing to live in her place after killing her, so her friends and family won't be sad. Isn't that benevolence?"
Then, as Klein was still thinking, Alice pushed her monocle and said:
"Hello, honorable Mr. Fool.
"Nice to meet you, my destined lover."
Klein was startled, but Alice, who wasn't good at deception, couldn't hold back her laughter, revealing the truth.
Watching Alice laugh uncontrollably, Klein suddenly had a terrifying thought—what if this was also Amon pretending?
After all, he was the "God of Deception and Mischief."
But Klein quickly dismissed this thought, as he still trusted the real vision above the gray fog.
No, now it should be called the Source Castle.
As Klein's thoughts churned, Alice gradually stopped laughing and said with a smile:
"Anyway, I don't think Amon is likely to… well, you know.
"And Song Shu isn't very reliable… otherwise, she wouldn't have suggested rushing to hug Amon and shouting 'Leodoro.'
"I now highly suspect she made it all up."
Klein nodded in agreement.