Phoenix Flight HQ
"Look, daddy, we're on the news!" Orion pointed at a large TV screen when they walked into the Guild lobby.
Ambrose followed his gaze, his cheeks heating up when he saw the headline:
"S-Rank Hunter's Car Destroyed in Broad Daylight."
Attached to that were videos and pictures—from when Devon walked out of the flames like some fire god to the little family moment on the academy stairs.
"Look at how messed up my hair is." Ambrose found himself mumbling, subconsciously touching his head as he did.
Then his eyes slid to Devon beside him.
The Esper was still shirtless, his bare skin marred by ash. He couldn't help but notice a few ladies ogling at him even inside the Guild building.
"You're worried about your hair?" Devon arched a brow at the Guide as they continued waltzing toward the elevator at the far end.
"That's just one thing." Ambrose snorted. "As always the media is turning this into another opportunity to dig into your life."
"Isn't that better than—"
