Sarasa has her own family.
Although not her biological child, her adoptive mother and the family who adopted her treat her very well.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have developed such an optimistic and cheerful personality.
When the tragedy occurred in the original timeline, Chrollo and his group, searching for clues and information about Sarasa's whereabouts, specifically went to Sarasa's adoptive mother's home.
The fact that such a group of young men from Meteor City would go to her home to ask questions shows that the members of this family are very gentle and kind.
Now, all these years have passed.
Sarasa's adoptive mother is getting older.
Everyone in Meteor City dreams of seeing the outside world.
This is especially true for the elderly.
The older you get, the more you feel that time is running out.
This feeling becomes more urgent, and the more you don't want to let this become a regret in your life.
"So, take your adoptive mother and explore the sights of the outside world to your heart's content."
Luke whispered, pulling out two pieces of ID: "These are the IDs I asked a friend to get for you and your adoptive mother..."
Luke walked over to Sarasa and took her hand.
He placed the two pieces of ID in her palm.
"I also have Sheila's phone number. Once you're in the outside world, if she's in a place with a signal, you can contact her.
"And not just her, you can contact us too…"
Luke looked at Sarasa, who lowered her head and remained silent.
"We are also your strongest and most solid support."
The others listened quietly.
No one spoke while Luke talked.
Even Pakunoda, who cared deeply for Sarasa and was her closest friend, couldn't express any opinions at this moment.
Everything depends on Sarasa's own choice.
"..."
Sarasa finally raised her head.
Her once bright eyes had now turned a deep red.
"Didn't we agree to form a brigade together and go out and perform in every corner of the world?!"
"That doesn't conflict with you taking your adoptive mother with you to see the world."
Luke smiled and said: "We have always been good companions."
"But because of what we are about to do, there may be significant side effects and backlash in the short term."
"So, for some time to come, we can't let you, and certainly not your adoptive mother, bear such a risk."
Sarasa immediately wanted to speak after hearing this.
Luke waved his hand, interrupting what she was clearly about to say: "I know what you're trying to say."
"As companions, we do need to shoulder these burdens together."
"But..."
Luke chuckled. "As companions, we should be even more considerate of each other."
"You and your adoptive mother don't have to face the unnecessary troubles and pressures of the future with us now."
"Go ahead and see the world. When you're done, if you want to come back, we will still welcome you."
"There will always be a place for you in the brigade… Sarasa."
Luke finally placed his palm gently on her head.
"Just like Sheila, who left earlier."
At the mention of Sheila, Sarasa completely lost control.
Tears began to flow from her already red eyes, unable to be held back any longer.
"Really… Is there still a place for me?"
Her voice trembled slightly, hoarse from emotion.
And the answer…
"Of course."
Came from Luke's firm tone, and from the warm smiles of all her former companions around her.
Even Phinks, who was always so awkward about these things, when Sarasa looked his way, forced a grin and showed that signature, somewhat friendly smile of his.
"Don't worry, Sarasa!"
Uvogin flexed his muscles, his grin widening even wider.
"I'll guard your spot for you!"
"You don't have to."
Nobunaga rubbed his messy hair. "No one can take that away from me."
Franklin nodded vigorously. "Don't worry!"
"Leave this to us!"
Pakunoda stepped closer and quietly comforted her.
Although Sarasa was still a little girl, she wasn't as childish or spoiled.
She wiped her tears away with one hand.
"Then it's a promise!"
She held out her pinky finger toward Luke and Chrollo, standing beside him.
"Let's pinky swear!"
"Pinky swear."
This childlike gesture only made Luke take the promise even more seriously.
He extended his hand, and their little fingers hooked together.
After Sarasa and Luke made their pinky promises, she looked back at Chrollo, who had remained silent beside Luke.
(T/N: What if Sarasa can't escape her fate and still dies a miserable death while traveling outside?)
"We..."
Chrollo spoke softly while extending his own pinky. "We're all here."
Snap.
The moment their fingers touched, the promise between Sarasa and the bride was sealed.
Just like with Sheila before, even though she had left, that didn't deny the fact that they had once been companions.
Now, Sarasa would take the identification document Luke had prepared for her and her adoptive mother and go out to see the world.
Not just for her adoptive mother, but for herself.
Being able to travel to the outside world she had always longed for was actually a very happy thing.
At least, compared to what Luke and Chrollo were about to do.
It did seem very wonderful.
"Have you made such powerful friends out there?"
Watching Sarasa leave, Chrollo smiled and looked at Luke beside him.
"I thought you'd be like Uvogin and the others, only focused on fighting and roaming around..."
"Don't lump me in with them."
Luke waved his hand and said to Chrollo with a smile: "I did more than just that outside."
For example, about that ID card, whether it was Ickshonpe or anyone else, they could easily and conveniently obtain it.
Now, up close, the thirteen-year-old Chrollo showed a demeanor completely unlike that of his peers.
Although his appearance was a little immature, his overall demeanor had already shifted towards calmness and maturity.
Or perhaps it could be said that his inherent charisma and leadership style were gradually beginning to emerge.
With the support of Elder Veyron in Meteor City, he had learned so much knowledge and taken bold action to address the current situation in Meteor City.
In just a few years, Chrollo's demeanor had completely changed.
His complexion was paler than usual.
Not the kind of fair, but a sickly paleness.
Two small blue ornaments hung from his earlobes, and a bandage was wrapped around his forehead.
"On this point, I think Shalnark and I have the best say."
Chrollo smiled and waved the book in his hand at Luke.