Celia woke up drenched in sweat.
She gasped for air and tried to steady herself, but her hands were trembling.
"What was that dream…" she muttered.
She looked around the room and saw that it was already empty.
"Looks like everyone is up and preparing for the morning already."
She rubbed her brows and stared at her shaking hands.
"Should I tell the others about the dreams?" she whispered.
They were only dreams.
Celia had no skill that allowed her to see the future, and her bloodline was not related to anything like that.
Still, something uneasy pressed against her heart.
She got up, freshened herself quickly, and left the room.
On the way to the dining hall, she spotted Leora walking in the same direction.
Leora was the disguise of the Sword Empress.
Celia still wasn't sure who was stronger between the current Isaac and the Sword Empress, but Leora was definitely the more knowledgeable one.
"Good morning," Celia said as she approached her.
