Hill thought it over and then nodded decisively, "But I need to be present, Alice. I can't rest easy leaving you alone to communicate with him."
Alice smiled awkwardly, "I don't have any issue with Hill's Dad knowing about it.
But, Hill's Dad, can you really guarantee you won't burst in halfway through?
I also don't know how Merkel will react.
Or if he says something, will it upset me, or even anger you?"
"If I get angry, why should I restrain myself? There's no need for guarantees, Alice." Hill went straight into his bedroom, leaving a gap in the door, "That's his problem to worry about, not mine."
Alice looked helplessly at Marsha, the ever-meddlesome Tower Spirit, who floated cunningly in the corner, silent as a ghost, obviously not planning to leave either.
Just now, when Alice was leaning by the window, gazing into the distance, she felt a familiar dark light streaking from the south, which made her accidentally knock over her juice cup.
