Manolya’s POVI saw something flash in Ennoia’s cold eyes before the mask of beauty settled back into place.“I wouldn’t know about that,” she said smoothly, but I heard it.I had stepped into dangerous territory. Her voice had shifted, thinner now, laced with something sharper.Ennoia was being deflective.“Let’s see how well you handle this, then, Manolya,” she said, her voice losing its bell-like quality.It wasn’t as enchanting as before.“A twin headed serpent that hisses at night, gliding unseen from the light.One mouth spouts loyalty, the other denies.Two heads I bear, yet one face I teach.One speaks honey, the other one spits.I bend the present, I rewrite your past.Once I am spoken, there is no taking back.What am I?” She said with certainty and that superior glare of hers.This one was much clearer.Immediately, I thought of that shrew, Bengü.She was exactly like the viper in the riddle.Without hesitation, I answered, “Please, Ennoia. It’s hypocrisy.” I let out a cold
ปรับปรุงล่าสุด : 2026-05-30 อ่านเพิ่มเติม