Rest after a day in the big city

Back in his room, Kyrie dealt not only with a troubled Zillia but also with a redheaded storm. Maremalle followed them back to their apartment, alleging she had no better place to stay besides their temporary shelter.

It was annoying, but it wasn't as if he could deny Maremalle entrance. If she felt like it, she would have her way in anyway. Her words were also not the truth but weren't lies either.

Kyrie smelled the lies and exaggeration in her voice but couldn't pinpoint where it started or ended with her, a leftover of her fairy's nature. Lies were just a second nature they could masquerade and deal with at will.

Honestly, smelling and hearing the lies in fairies' voices was a great improvement over his past self, who couldn't notice them at all. While it would make dealing with Yraka easier, Kyrie had another problem on his hands.