"I smelled the scent of faith,"
the Fairy King had just settled into her usual spot when Miss Fallen Angel leaned in close, sniffed gently a few times, and then spoke.
The incarnation, sharing memories with her original form, knew that the one who had come today was not the lady herself but her incarnation.
Unfortunately, the original form knew not much about the lady's incarnation, only that it was the transformation of the lady's Martial Soul; apart from that, she knew nothing.
However, from the moment this Martial Soul Incarnation entered the room, Ruthfiel had been observing her, and the way she had flirted with Nina earlier carried a familiar scent.
It seemed they were incarnations of the same type.
"Uh, faith has a scent?"
The Home Martial Soul was somewhat skeptical upon hearing this, stretching out her hand to smell in front of her nose, yet she could only detect her own familiar body fragrance.
