Fran wisely kept silent... let's allow Celene to think he didn't understand the implication of her words...
He felt that Celene wouldn't necessarily think she performed worse than the Goddess of Teraxil Silvermoon... whether human or deity, there's always a tendency to unconsciously embellish oneself.
The Undead Tribe reached their resting period again: a small portion of those with energy left began their daily construction tasks, while most rushed into their clan's exclusive Alchemy Hut, probably logging off to rest.
Fran picked up a book and decided to return to his study: following the usual style of the Undead Tribe, if no one controlled the current giant screen, it would randomly switch to highlights from recent times...what the Undead Tribe finds exciting, Fran may not necessarily want to watch.
However, an eternal maiden might be interested instead... her judgment of disgust differs from normal people, Fran decided not to meddle.
