Moonlark Turned Evil

45: Who is Lying?

I wrote this in a little bit of a rush (meaning it's like every other chapter in the book), since I had the end of year tests today. (In Japan, the school year ends in the middle of March).

It was super funny, because I literally spent the entire test reading the Japanese text lol😭

I had no time to answer the questions.

And actually, even funnier: I joined the school like two weeks ago. I haven't studied Home Economics, and I haven't studied art, I don't know any of the strange words they use—but I actually answered all the questions. (Not sure if they're correct though). And then the one test that I had some confidence in, math, I answered, like, four questions.

I know right😭

I got an F— for sure welp

At least it was really fun. I saw the funny side of not being able to understand the questions.

(To be honest, even if the test was in English, I still such at geometry because I abandoned it and studied Algebra instead.)

Anyway, enough about school.

Enjoy the chapter!

"Councillor Emery," Keefe greeted stiffly, giving a bow.

"There's no need for you to greet me so formally, Keefe," Emery assured him, waving a hand. "Address me as you usually do."

"That would be disrespectful," Keefe said coldly, straightening. His blonde hair was as messier than usual, since it had been tossed around by the wind on his way here, to Emery's tower. He was dressed in a simple black cloak with an unadorned silver crest, a simple outfit of white and black underneath it.

Ro was just behind him, picking at her bright pink nails with a dagger.

Emery sighed at Keefe's words. "You used to come running towards me, begging for hugs."

"And you used to give genuine smiles."

The Telepath narrowed his sapphire eyes, and Keefe knew he'd struck a nerve. And yet, Emery made no move to strike out. "I guess all children grow up," he said, resting his chin in his hand, which in turn was propped up against the armrest of his chair. "Please, sit."

Keefe remained standing, unwilling to comply with Emery's request. "Why did you call me here?"

"Straight to the point, are we?" Emery lifted his chin, placing his hand back into his lap. "I'll do the same, then. Have you ever sensed anything off about Sophie Foster?"

Keefe struggled to keep his face neutral, knowing he'd failed when Emery smiled knowingly.

Does he know about Phoenix? Did Foster tell him something? His mind swirled with questions, but he kept them to himself as he stared down the Councillor in front of him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Keefe said quietly.

"Uh, Hunkyhair," Ro interjected. "I don't think it's a good idea to talk to a Councillor like this. Do you want to be chopped up into tiny little pieces or something? Because I can do that for you—there's no need to ask this guy."

Keefe shook his head. "It's fine, Ro. I know Emery . . . somewhat well."

"I'm saddened that I'm in the 'somewhat' section of your mind," Emery sighed.

"Get to the point, Emery."

And so Emery did. "Miss Foster is a member of the Neverseen."

If he was expecting a reaction from Keefe, some kind of anger, or maybe a protest of some kind, then he'd made his statement months too late.