When Hayna brought little Sherlock home, she hadn't even reached the inside door when her mother stopped her right at the blacksmith shop's entrance.
Her mother fanned the air in front of her nose, her brows furrowed and her expression changed, "Did you take our guest to the swamp?"
... Eh?
Hayna froze for a moment before realizing she had picked up the swamp's stench.
To the side, Sherlock appropriately sighed.
——Hey, what are you sighing for! You didn't notice it either!
There was a hint of dissatisfaction in Hayna's heart.
But she was no longer the naïve girl fresh out of graduation—during the months of maddening conversations with those whose logic seemed tangled, Hayna had acquired the professional skill of spinning lies along the lines of other people's words.
Of course, it might also be the subtle influence of Aiwass.
Having had more contact now, Hayna had finally come to realize that Aiwass really liked to lie!
