"When did the two of you get here?"
Hearing Celestina's question, Azriel offered her a small smile before answering.
"Only a few hours ago. Since we arrived so early and weren't really tired, we decided to attend our classes as well."
Celestina nodded in understanding but soon directed her attention to Jasmine, who stood stiffly in the elevator, looking the other way.
The air around her practically screamed, Don't talk to me. Her expression was as cold as ice.
Celestina blinked, taking in Jasmine's frosty demeanor. It wasn't unfamiliar—but seeing Jasmine in her full "Crimson Princess" mode still made her pause. Quietly, Celestina moved closer to Azriel and whispered.
"Why is she acting like that?"
Azriel leaned slightly toward her, their proximity close enough for her subtle scent to reach his nose. In a low voice, he whispered back,