Chapter 214: Goddess, I Stole Leonard's Money to Support You
When Alice propped herself up from the floor, the first conclusion she reached was that sleeping on the floor was not a good idea.
Even though she had wrapped herself in a blanket before running out, and despite being an extraordinary being of Sequence 5 who wouldn't fall ill from such a thing, the floor was still incredibly hard.
Alice struggled to get up from the floor and then clutched her stomach in pain.
...So hungry. I need to eat something first.
With that, Alice kicked aside the obstructing Amon, went back to her bedroom, changed her clothes, and headed out for a meal.
Let Amon's body lie there for a while.
Alice seemed to have woken up just in time for dinner—judging by the sky, it should be dinner time. Eating at this hour wouldn't attract any attention. Alice unhesitatingly started munching on a Dixie pie.
As the rich meat juices mixed with the sweet and sour taste of apples entered her mouth, Alice remembered something.
Speaking of which... could she enter Amon's body?
Alice thought of the church's donation box.
She really wanted to steal the money from the donation box... No, that's too heartless!
She couldn't steal from the goddess's donation box; that would be too heartless. But she could steal from other churches and give some of the money to the goddess...
At this moment, the Goddess of the Night still had no idea what kind of surprise awaited her.
Meanwhile, Alice had already made up her mind and began to think about a complete strategy.
First, she couldn't wear the monocle when entering. She would put it on just before stealing, then run away immediately...
Uh, the usual way of running away might not work; she might need something like teleportation, such as the "Traveler's" travel... Where should she steal from?
Anti-divination... Hmm, no need to worry about that. What else? Hmm... Since I'm traveling, why not take the whole box with me?
Alice nodded seriously, finished the last bite of her pie, and walked home with her sweet iced tea.
First, let's see if I can enter...
Pushing open the door, Alice took the last sip of her sweet iced tea, threw the cup onto the cluttered coffee table, and walked to Amon's body. She took a deep breath ceremoniously, rolled up her sleeves, and grabbed his long black hair to drag him.
...This feels a bit weird.
After pondering for a moment, Alice let go and switched to dragging him by his sides.
After dragging him a few steps, Alice stopped again, stared at the body for a few seconds, then hoisted it up and threw it onto the sofa.
...So why was I dragging him just now?
Feeling a moment of confusion about her actions, Alice decided to stop thinking about it. She arranged Amon's body into a more natural position and began to study how to enter it.
...How did I get out last time?
Alice searched her memory for that feeling. She sensed her spirituality rising, leaving her body, and then being gently pushed by a force into a new body.
The black-haired woman on the sofa, with her eyes closed, quietly opened her eyes.
Alice touched her empty right eye, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes—Hey, why didn't I have the monocle this time? Could it be that they were afraid I'd steal it?
Alice fell into deep thought.
...
Alice decided to use divination to find a "Traveler" to exploit.
Despite the significant harm caused to lower-level extraordinary beings by the suspension of extraordinary gatherings, the number of extraordinary beings in Backlund was still astonishingly high.
In the feedback from her spirituality, Alice saw ragged, emaciated poor people and the familiar buildings of the East District.
East District...
Recalling the great smog incident in the East District, Alice sighed lightly, put a monocle in her pocket, and left the house.
—From now on, she was Amon. Everything that happened afterward was Amon's doing and had nothing to do with her.
Alice nodded confidently, successfully convincing herself.
...
Where is the "Traveler"? Alice blinked blankly.
After walking a few steps in the East District, she realized that wandering aimlessly was too challenging for her. She began to consider whether to try divining a more detailed location.
At this moment, Alice's spirituality was suddenly touched.
Curious, she sneaked into the next street and naturally noticed a girl being robbed.
Despite having no decorations on her, the girl wore a finely made black dress and had rare black hair and black eyes.
A beautiful, pitiful girl and three fierce robbers—this should have been an eye-catching scene. However, the people of the East District were used to such sights; they either passed by without looking or stayed far away, afraid of being targeted.
Occasionally, a kind-hearted person who couldn't stand it would want to step forward, but Alice would hear their companions' dissuading voices: "Those are members of the Hilly Party!"
Alice had heard of the Hilly Party's reputation; it was a notorious gang in the East District. In chaotic areas where official law enforcement couldn't reach, gangs took on this "responsibility."
So, it was understandable that no bystanders were willing to help.
But... Alice looked at the pitiful girl with a strange expression—she was clearly an extraordinary being!
...An extraordinary being of a suspected middle sequence being robbed by three ordinary people?
No matter what, Alice wouldn't believe that, because in her impression, the combat ability of middle and low sequence "Fate" paths was pitifully weak, making it almost impossible to encounter direct combat... So how could an extraordinary being be robbed by ordinary people?
Not to mention, this person seemed to have extraordinary bodyguards, and not just one!
Alice was greatly shocked and stole the "Travel" from the bodyguard—although she wanted to watch the show, there were more interesting things waiting for her.
No one noticed her as she seemed to just pass by. The mysterious girl only glanced at her before continuing to act as a pitiful robbery victim.
...
Alice didn't like the Church of Storms because the followers of the Lord of Storms displayed an arrogant attitude towards women. They even promoted that women shouldn't receive education or work outside the home—something Alice, living in modern society, couldn't tolerate.
Even though she hated studying, she didn't want her right to education to be taken away.
This dislike indirectly affected Alice's perception of the Lord of Storms. That's why she could ask, "Does the Lord of Storms really have an octopus head?" because she didn't like the Lord of Storms in the first place.
So, in persecuting the Church of Storms, Alice felt very justified—after all, the one getting hurt was the Lord of Storms, and the one taking the blame was Amon. It had nothing to do with her.
Believing this firmly, Alice walked into the Church of Storms.
As Alice wished, she didn't attract any attention and walked to the donation box like an ordinary believer.
Then, Alice took a monocle out of her pocket and put it on her right eye. (End of Chapter)