Hello, it's been a while
Dante walked calmly along a crystal pathway, each step causing the surface beneath him to shimmer as he made his way toward the grand castle of the Spirit King. He had some new matters to discuss with Kazess. When Kazess mentioned that "she was here," Dante had guessed it would be about Cherry, but... not this version of Cherry.
"La la la laa la aaa, my master is the best, la la la la laaa, my master is the best!" Cherry sang, floating around Dante with a joy so pure and honest. It was a stark contrast to the Cherry he remembered—happier, more carefree. The difference was so significant that he could barely associate this girl with the powerful and imposing figure he once knew during the days of the Progenitor Dragon.
Something troubled Dante, though: this girl... she seemed younger. He clearly remembered the adult Cherry, a woman of great presence and power, but now, she appeared to have rejuvenated by at least two centuries.