"Lumine? Did you hear me?"
Looking at Celestina with a disoriented expression, Lumine unwittingly nodded.
"…Yeah."
'So even… even saying that I went back in time gets me killed?'
"You suddenly look pale," Celestina said, narrowing her eyes.
"As if you've seen a ghost."
Lumine swallowed, feeling the tongue in his mouth—still intact this time—and tried to offer her a reassuring smile.
"Ah, no. I'm fine. Truly."
'I feel sick.'
"If you say so…"
She did not look convinced. For a moment, the Frost Heiress slipped away, and Celestina looked at him with genuine concern. But before she could say anything else, Lumine forced a bright smile.
'I feel sick.'
"Now I'll go and save Azriel, so just hang on, alright?"
'I feel sick.'
"Huh? Yeah, I guess, b-but—"
'I feel sick.'
Before she could say another word, Lumine leapt away and disappeared.
'I feel sick.'
*****
"Hey…" Yelena's voice reached him almost immediately. "Is something wrong, Lumine? You look very pale."
