She knew she would definitely fulfill that promise.

Just like every stop along a journey always leads to the next.

Having bid farewell to a certain someone’s adolescence, Rosvisser now found herself in the childhood of this fool.

The world before her shifted from hazy to clear.

She steadied herself, silently observing her surroundings.

The architecture was old-fashioned. In front of her was a long dining table covered with colorful dishes, decorated with strange cartoon stickers—clearly meant for children.

A mirror happened to be nearby.