"Ah, I'm home."
At an airport in the real world, Lumina, wearing a trench coat and dragging several suitcases, entered the departure hall through the deserted corridor, looking weary from her travels.
She looked a little haggard. After all, the connecting flights and journey halfway around the world over the past few days had worn her out.
But a naturally beautiful girl was still pretty even without much effort. The pandemic was worsening, and public facilities like airports had been shut down, so there was hardly anyone around. Otherwise, with Lumina's figure and looks, she would definitely have attracted plenty of attention.
She was always joking that she was a "country bumpkin," but she actually had great fashion sense.
A gray trench coat over a plaid thermal shirt, fitted jeans and knee-high boots, sunglasses and a mask. Her shoulder-length hair swayed with every step, giving her a breezy, confident air.
The only people in the deserted airport were students who had just returned from abroad, like her, and embassy staff coordinating the arrangements.
They couldn't go straight home. They had to spend a month in quarantine at a designated hotel. Under ordinary circumstances, people would surely have complained about such treatment, but everyone knew how bad things were now, so they obediently waited for instructions.
Lumina first called home to let her worried parents and grandparents know she'd made it back safely. Then she messaged Madam Shui, Little Ashina, Orchid, and Pomegranate to tell them about her plans.
They agreed to meet in Transia an hour later. Once she'd taken care of that, Lumina boarded a bus to the quarantine hotel.
She gazed through the window at the empty streets. In her memory, the city where she'd grown up had never been this quiet. It seemed as if the whole