Anna moved forward at a snail's pace, yet every millimeter was a wonderful experience for her.
The crisp sound of the slightly frozen grass from the melted snow, breaking when the wooden wheels crushed them, was shooting to the ears.
Anna had never noticed such sounds while being carried. People ignore the sounds of their footsteps, but not those who can't walk or move by themselves. Each sound made Anna cheerful.
"I can move forward without being helped. This is the best day of my life." Anna said with a pleasant yet wavering voice. Anna was trying her hardest not to cry tears of joy and ruin the moment she felt it was a lucid dream.
"Vincent, can we take the wheelchair with us? I want to prove to his majesty that the moving chair is safe on flat surfaces." Lucas requested.
Sakura was the first to become flustered out of everyone else. She took a step back, and her back touched one of the many beams of the wooden gazebo.