Kapitel 341: No Medicine For Regret

Arthur Silvera had a few hair strands that fell from the rest, which he tied using a hair tie. His face was calmer, calmer than she would have liked.

Earlier with the witch, Dia lost control of her powers when she thought about him dying after she leaves. Yet, here he was: asking her to stay here in the middle of people who hated her, leaving her alone.

"Fine," Her reply was curt as she bit on her lower lip. She wasn't a weakling, and she was no longer a child left in the snow. "Is that all?"

"Yes." Arthur looked at her silently before nodding. He didn't say anything more and simply walked past her toward the door.

'Is it that okay for you?' Dia tightened her fist, but she didn't say it. She turned to see him close the door behind him without looking back.

They met in unusual circumstances. Both of them acted with a mask on their face, trying to deceive each other. Arthur won at the end, and she became his prisoner.