Celine knocked on the door to the General's room. However, upon receiving no response, she decided to open it, making sure he wasn't inside before resuming her search.
It had already been an hour. No servants had been able to tell her where the Lord had gone.
She peeked through the narrow opening as the door swung open.
Inside, Ren stood as if frozen in place.
Celine followed his gaze—he was staring at the… wall?
Frowning at the strange scene before her, she coughed, clearing her throat.
"Where is the Lord?" she asked.
Ren finally snapped back to reality, turning to face the lady standing before him.
"Miss Celine?" he murmured, narrowing his gaze. "What brings you here?"
"Well, the young master is refusing to attend his classes. If this continues, I doubt he will be able to go to the academy," the teacher sighed, massaging her temples.
"What… how can that be?" Ren blinked. Eiran wasn't the kind of child to behave like this. "Have you spoken to him?"
