In the afternoon, it was time for walking in the yard.
Daili and Presia were both stunned as they watched two old acquaintances, long separated, reunite.
"Oh my, am I seeing things?" Daili rubbed her temples, "I can't believe I'm seeing Qiqimora and Lamia strolling around here in prison garb."
"I seem to be having the same illusion." Presia also shook her head.
"Such a lukewarm reaction, and here we came especially to see you," Qiqimora smiled.
"You were just visiting us a few days ago, and today you're here," Daili recalled, "I was wondering why you were asking about the prison's schedule, turns out you were planning to check in."
"They release a bunch of people to bask in the sun; this place is really like a nursing home," Lamia surveyed the surroundings.
"What on earth happened outside?" Presia's face turned slightly pale. "Was the Witch Assembly destroyed?"
