Her condition had improved significantly over the past two days.
Though she occasionally exhibited peculiar behaviors, at least her demeanor in formal settings had returned to that of a restrained model student.
However, separate from her weakened state, her illness seemed to have worsened.
Her complexion had grown even paler.
Her friends looked at her with pity, knowing she had stayed up all night in the dormitory caring for a sick pet.
Of course, Clara knew all too well that the story was entirely false.
She wasn't ill, nor was she under the influence of painkillers.
Naturally, she hadn't been caring for the pet either.
Clara recalled the events of the past two days.
She had undergone rigorous posture correction training from Pyrene overnight.
Walking like Clara.
Smiling like Clara.
Greeting like Clara.
