The Goddess of Forge, Celebre mindfully entered the guess room with Hilde in tow who seems to have lost hope in the world, her eyes were stagnant, she couldn't even look at anyone's eyes nor face them that she averts her sight while her head's in sixty-degree angle.
"I do apologize for the absence of the Knight Arcana, my strongest servant in terms of strength. He said he's sick that he had to hide under a blanket on his bed." Celebre dragged the Arsmagus around and sat on the luxurious sofa near her. She noticed something's wrong within them, yet she can't figure out what's bugging her Class Holder that they were shivering from just breathing in the same room as Arion's companions.
"As a man, I'm sure he wouldn't accept his downfall. Give him some time, he'll be back in business." Arion
