Celina sat there, lost in her thoughts. She was staring at the system's screen, but to Vlad, she was just staring into the thin air.
"Celina? Are you alright?" He asked. She flinched and looked at him, taking her eyes off the screen.
"Of course, I am," she said, standing up. "I better go to sleep and wake up early for the duel tomorrow,"
"Sleep? It's not even evening yet. Eira would be sad if you miss her nephew's coming-of-age ceremony," Vlad reminded her. She scratched the back of her head nervously. She already forgot about it. She was just focused on what was on the screen.
"I guess I will attend the ceremony then," she nodded her head.
"Great! The maids will get you ready. I'll wait for you as soon as you're done,"
"Sure, I'll be done in five minutes," she said, running out of the dining room.
Vlad tilted his head to the side.
"What kind of lady gets dressed in five minutes?"
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