D-Scolding

Aldrich sat opposite Dante, both of them silent, their backs resting against the wall.

Dante, eyes closed and head tilted back, appeared lost in thought or possibly on the verge of sleep.

Aldrich, on the other hand, kept his eyes wide open, his mind racing over the events that had just unfolded.

'Does he know?'

There was no way he could have figured it out.

Aldrich and Dante had spent less than three hours together—less than three hours!

There was no chance that Dante could have uncovered anything about him in that brief amount of time.

Prodigy or not, there's no way he could have pieced it together in just two and a half hours. It's impossible.

Aldrich's body felt restless, his mind uneased.

The world of Arthdal Chronicle had never once introduced the idea of reincarnation or transmigration.