"Alwin!" Arabella gasped. He was finally back!
"Greetings, Your Majesty. I'm back," Alwin did the formal greeting.
But something was wrong with him. Half of his body had turned black. It was visible on his face, neck, and hands.
"Are you alright? What's with those? What happened to you?!" she gawked at him.
Alwin touched his black cloak and its appearance changed to his usual cloak.
"I'm fine, Your Majesty. I'm fine. They are my guests," Alwin said since everyone was tense and ready to attack his guests further.
"Guests?" Raymond and Walter frowned and eyed the supposed 'guests' suspiciously.
"Then, what's the meaning of this ancient curse?" Regis eyed the discoloration on Alwin's face and hands.
