Sword King's Technique

"You should not say odd things about people, Seris. It is not polite."

Elira sighed but kept working.

Seris didn't say anything anymore.

She knew her mother would not believe her.

Elira had never been able to smell 'it'. 

But Seris always could.

Ever since she was little, she could tell when someone had 'that' scent.

Some guards at Estenwald had it. Nisha Hall was one of them.

And sometimes, 'he' had it too.

Unlike others, the scent emanating from him was purer and pleasant. Maybe that was why she liked being around him.

Seris turned away from the kitchen and walked back to her room.

The scent was still lingering there.

"Why is it coming from our room? This is the first time something like this happened, and I doubt it is because mom opened the window."

She stood in the center of the room, eyes narrowing.

Her fingers tingled.