[KIYOMI]
Peony and maple.
Those were the scents so thick that had Kiyomi covering her nose with a spell that clearly wasn't going to work with ease.
She hadn't expected this, but one thing she had learned over the years, interacting with Otaru, was the maple scent that the Lycan Lord always carried. It was easy to distinguish, and Kiyomi could recognize it anywhere.
The thickened scent should have had her walking away and being glad that Izanami had not lied to her, but Kiyomi needed to be certain about it. So, she walked into the mountain house, reminding herself that this was not the palace for her to be angry.
The scents were sickeningly sweet, and the more that she walked through and through, following the mingled scents, the more she was sure this was all coming from the heat.
