Looking at the now unfamiliar yet familiar gaze of "Christina," the originally maniacal and confident smile on Aleister's face softened considerably.
"From now on, don't call me master anymore, you are free. I have fulfilled the promise I made in the past, giving you a broader world."
He reached out to touch "Christina's" hair, cradled her face in his hands, and advised softly, "If possible, remember to take more care of classmate Webber. Don't let her get bullied—with the power I granted you, it would be ridiculous to be as cowardly as before.
"…But also remember, don't let yourself be wronged. If you encounter danger, or trouble that you can't solve, remember to come to me—we are still friends.
"If you need my help, ask [me] for help."
"Then…"
Alice hesitated for a moment, "What should I call you… 'Brother'?"
When Alice was buried in the foundations, she was a little girl under ten years old.
For her, Aiwass was indeed old enough to be a brother.
"Um…"