A middle-aged man approached Aryan, although he looked doubtful.
"Hey, young man," he said. "Who are you? And why did you stand here? You know, you make the people around suspicious of you."
Aryan glanced at the middle-aged man who approached him from the right side. He seemed to remember the face of the man.
Right! He was the man who had helped Munra at that time after Munra was sentenced to a hundred lashes. Aryan is sure of it.
"Do I know you?" asked the middle-aged man.
Then, he gasped. When his gaze met Aryan's, he saw those unique eyes. Unique eyes that he had seen before.
"A-Aryan?!" he stuttered and his body shuddered violently.
Aryan smiled and nodded. The people around who heard the middle-aged man's words also gasped at his words.
"Oh, Great Goddess…"
The middle-aged man approached Aryan, rubbing his hands, shoulders, chest, and back as if he couldn't believe his eyes.
"Are you really Aryan?"
