"How long has it been, I wonder…?" I murmured to myself, gazing out through the transparent window of the exclusive bus. The scenery outside seemed to blur, flying in and out of focus as the bus glided along. The landscape was dotted with familiar greens and rolling hills, a fleeting mix of towns and forests beneath the wide blue sky. Today, I was out of Saint Ilse with the rest of the Student Council. An excursion, they said—destination? Europe, or more precisely, the Vatican City.
"Sitting on a bus, really—in this day and age?" I muttered. "But… it's not bad."
