A strong wind blew, causing itchiness to his long hair, and with every breath, he inhaled that unique fragrance synonymous with the Bun-Haired Miss.
Tracy Garcia's gaze was distant as she looked far away, her eyes misty and teeming with remoteness, and suddenly, as if a thought struck her, she said, "Mr. Leonard Churchill, we first met in the 'Grand Cemetery Labyrinth,' didn't we~"
Leonard Churchill looked around at his surroundings and felt an inexplicable sense of nostalgia.
Their first encounter had been similar, adventuring together in this complex maze, looking for a way out.
It was as if time had reversed.
Now, by a fortunate coincidence, they were adventuring in a maze once more.
...
The Spiritual Cat was running faster and faster, yet time seemed to move slower and slower.
A radiant smile was always present on Tracy Garcia's face.
Leonard Churchill also felt a rare sense of ease.
