Victor had just finished his training when he encountered a familiar figure in the corridor leading toward the dining room.
Cecilia was standing beside a window, dressed in a simple, light-colored gown. Her silver-white hair flowed loosely over her shoulders, and she held a book she had just borrowed from the manor's library.
Compared to that morning, her complexion had improved considerably. At the very least, she no longer possessed the sickly pallor caused by years of erosion from the curse.
Hearing approaching footsteps, she turned around. Upon noticing the faint traces of sweat still lingering on Victor's forehead, she couldn't help raising an eyebrow.
"Just got back from the training ground?"
"Why? Does Your Highness want to spar with me too?"
"I have no interest in fooling around with someone who's only just recovered from his injuries."
Cecilia closed her book, her gaze lingering on him for a moment.
