Technically, it could've been a far smoother job if Alice had been there to assist him.
Her authority as queen, her immense mana, her command over the remnants of the White Realm—it all would've lightened his burden significantly.
But ever since the war ended, she'd remained largely to herself, still recovering.
Her strength wasn't fully restored yet, and more than that… her heart and mind were clearly still occupied.
Occupied by Riley.
Cheshire wasn't blind to that.
He'd left her alone on purpose, choosing not to prod or poke.
She needed time.
And besides, he'd always been able to handle things solo—no matter how dramatic he made it seem.
Still, he couldn't help but mumble under his breath as he floated toward the shimmering red-and-white horizon, "It's been a few days since Riley woke up, hasn't it?"
His voice carried a tinge of uncharacteristic softness, thoughtful and genuine.
"…Maybe I should check on them. Especially him."
