Aaron and the Thoughtform shuddered at the same time, as if some terrifying beast had fixed its eyes on them.
"Master, what's wrong?" Ake asked with a frown.
"Nothing."
"Boss, do you have a cold?" Jane looked at Aaron, equally confused.
"Huh? Yes, a cold." Aaron nodded with an awkward laugh. "I'll be fine in a few days."
"What's going on?" the Thoughtform communicated with Aaron in his mind. "It's one thing for me to be watched. I've been making a huge splash lately, and under so many eyes, there's nowhere for me to hide. But why are you being watched too?"
"Loki," Aaron said succinctly. "Ever since he said Gaius's surname aloud, I've felt uneasy."
"Is that so?" The Thoughtform pondered for a moment. "Same time, same feeling. We were probably targeted by the same person—no, the same group of people. As for the reason... it should be the same too."
"Gaius's identity. That's the only reason I could draw attention." Aaron's expression darkened slightly as he mused, "But for you to be noticed for the same reason is a little unreasonable."
Could they have figured out that I'm a clone of Aaron Gaius? Impossible! Thoughtforms are magic that evenly divides memories, body, and even strength. Unless the main body actively dispels it, the clone is an independent life-form. And with our current status as the Demon God of Fire and half a Dimension Lord, even Odin couldn't recognize us. Besides, I haven't even shown my face. I only said a few words from beginning to end. Why would they suspect I'm Gaius?
"Only the people who suspect your identity know that." Aaron's mind raced. After several seconds of silence, he said, "We have two advantages right now. First, this is only suspicion. They have no direct evidence to