Time Keeps Flowing

It was obvious who had knocked on the door.

Their long conversation had ended, and Carlisle had come to her room.

Her considerate mother had probably told him where the room was.

‘It’s over, finally.’

Perhaps because fatigue had washed over her, Vita’s eyes, which had been blinking sleepily, opened at once.

Sleep fled in an instant, and energy returned to her body.

“J-just a moment…!”

As expected, it was Carlisle Schultz. Vita ran to open the door, grinned sheepishly, and threw herself into his arms.

“Of course you did well, right?”

“Of course. Who else would it be?”...