Goat Head: "......"

"But I did bump into someone," Alice immediately changed the subject before Goat Head could react, and said with an awkward smile, "And why do I feel like I didn't just bump into you... I feel like there was a fleeting dark shadow..."

She was muttering to herself halfway through when she suddenly heard a weak and resentful voice coming from the void: "It was me..."

Alice was startled, and saw that in the dark chaos beside her were indeed scattered patches of discordant and strange shadows. Those shadows floated like shattered fragments in the depths of countless threads and the hazy phantoms of the Vanishing Ship. After a moment, the largest fragment suddenly squirmed, and then many shadows, large and small, began to quickly gather and reshape.

A human figure stood up from those shadows—Agatha straightened her adventurer's coat, rubbed her face, kneading herself into a human shape, and then glared at the doll.

"You just ran over me! Crushed me into pieces!" The ever good-tempered gatekeeper lady was rarely so resentful, "Do you have to charge around like that?"

Alice stared blankly at Agatha, then turned her head to look at the Goat Head next to her. Finally, after the captain, she became the second crew member on the ship to know the bizarre and colorful daily life of the "first mate" and "lookout."

Since things had come to this, she decided to enjoy it first: "...Hehe."

Goat Head and Agatha instantly lost their tempers.

Then their attention turned to Alice.

"Your current state... is incredible," Agatha sized up the doll who had inexplicably become a "part" of the Vanishing Ship. With the professional quality of a former gatekeeper, she carefully observed Alice's "mind phantom," "So, is this your true form? Or... closer to your true form?"

Alice thought for a moment: "What do you mean?"

"...It means that your usual shell has been suppressing and restricting you, and now the Vanishing Ship, this more powerful carrier, has given you a certain degree of freedom," Agatha was already used to Alice's appearance, and explained patiently, "Don't you feel it?"

Alice finally understood. That hazy light in her likeness floated in the void, making a happy sound: "Yes, I feel light and comfortable, but I always feel..."

"Always feel?" Goat Head and Agatha said in unison.

"Always feel... that something is still wrong," Alice hesitated and stopped, muttering as she slowly raised her "head," "This isn't my body, that... is."

Goat Head and Agatha were stunned for a moment, and then turned their gazes upward in unison.

A shattered phantom, far larger than the hazy phantom of the Vanishing Ship, hung upside down in the chaos above at some point.

"...Holy crap!"