Time flies swiftly like an arrow, as fast as a shuttle.
"Haaa..."
When the girl opened her eyes again, she was met with the familiar ceiling.
"Good morning, Great Judge."
As the voice sounded, D saw a purple-haired girl with a looped side ponytail standing there, quietly gazing at her.
"Ugh... Good morning, Lumiaire."
As she spoke, D yawned and then sat up to start changing her clothes.
Sixty years had passed since her conversation with Regina.
