"Why do I feel like you're up to some mischief again."
Enola looked at Shiayar suspiciously.
"How could that be."
Shiayar shook his head solemnly.
"I'm a gentleman."
He reached out to smooth the tuft of hair that stood up due to Ennie's Sixth Sense.
However, as soon as Shiayar withdrew his hand, that tuft of Enola's hair popped up again.
"Could it be that your tuft of hair has lie-detecting properties?"
Shiayar tried to suppress Ennie's hair several times but failed, eventually giving up.
Meanwhile.
In Shiayar's ocean of thoughts, strands of pristine and shimmering thread, dazzling like starlight, were extending from the source of Shiayar's mind, probing into the Spirit Realm that resides within the subconscious ocean.
Since once again descending to the Echo of History of the First Era and awakening from that Ice-Sealed Throne, Shiayar has not truly wasted his time during these days spent in the City of Wind and Snow.
