#Chapter270
Aryan feels his heart pounding and a ringing in his ears has taken place. His breathing has become deeper, and he feels anxious. But he won’t admit these feelings and instead, he looks straight at him, with piercing eyes.
Nasias, the moment he set his eyes on him, his hand dropped and from his cocked head position he stands up, pale white like he just saw a ghost. He takes cautious steps forward, still bearing a shocked face.
/"Aryan?,/" he mumbles as he gets closer.
/"Is it really you?,/" he asks as he touches his cheek. Aryan feels his cold hand against his skin and hisses.
/"Yes, it’s me,/" he answers with honesty.
/"How didn’t I get the warning of his arrival?./"
/"Because this witch made sure he wouldn’t be recognizable,/" the guard answers, forcing her hood off.
Leona stares at them like a wild dog, not liking being named that way.
/"I’m not a witch,/" she responds.
