Cecilia ignored the prompt that was flashing in her vision, moving the issue to the back of her mind.
She wouldn't have a way to deal with it now. She didn't know what command she could give, or even if she should give one. The spirit-algorithm treated her as an 'administrator,' whatever that meant, but she wasn't so sure she was one.
The encounter with the mysterious 'administrator' back in her home had been the first time she heard about that term in this world. And that memory, alongside the one of the memory rewriting of Aelindra, was too uncomfortable to think about.
A part of her mind noticed that she was being childish, but she shrugged it off with the thought of 'I'm only eighteen.' She thought it would be surprising for her not to behave childishly…
Yet, there was that part of herself that wanted to deny it. It was as if it was screaming that she wasn't a teenager. That she was a prim and proper priestess, with the experience and wisdom to boot.
