Little Lucilia stirred awake, her eyes still tightly shut. She felt something different—something unfamiliar.
Someone was holding her tightly, their arms wrapped around her with a firm yet careful grip. Her body swayed as they moved, sometimes causing her slight discomfort, yet she didn't entirely dislike it. There was warmth in that embrace, a quiet sense of care that seemed to seep into her.
Slowly, she opened her eyes wide and found herself being carried on Sister Clementia's back.
"Sister…" Lucilia murmured.
"You're awake, Lucilia," Clementia responded gently. "Don't worry—we've arrived at the Golden Land."
Lucilia lifted her head slightly, taking in the vast expanse of the Golden Land. Without realizing it, she tightened her arms around Clementia from behind.
"What's wrong, Lucilia?" Clementia asked.
"It's just… this feels different…" Lucilia muttered. "Did someone else carry me on the way here?"