Jeremy was done with his dressing up when the same guard from the earlier guided him to the courtroom. The detective gathered up the list of all possible useful information in his system, Jeremy had already removed the chip installed by the agency.
Now the current system in his wrist was nothing more than a privilege granted to all the citizens to improve their lifestyles. Thus the agency had nothing to do in it and couldn't track his progress or whereabouts.
Earlier it was the regeneration which got tracked into the system by the chemical radiations. No doubt to conquer a few light years was not a big deals for humans, precisely earthlings.
'Mm, there is nothing much important in this arcade.'
Jeremy was clad in the royal gown because he couldn't find anything in the wardrobe, and since he was the sole crowned prince he was obliged to dress up fancy.
'There must be something which I can use to contact back home, well if the situation here is worst than on earth.'
Jeremy had made up his mind to stay if the condition there favored him more than earth, after all he was already disqualified from the game which erased the tag number band from his wrist.
But perhaps now that his father had found him doctor Severus wasn't going to let his son stay on Mars among the brutes, he had ventured to different planets and galaxies already. The man was well aware of the facts and hidden theories which he had discovered.
Hereby I ask you, if he managed to travel between the planets and spaces without letting the age hindering him or the years affect his proceedings; then why didn't he go back to save his son?
'What is this picture?'
He slowed down at the portrait which seemed odd among the defined artworks which were hung along with that. Jeremy found it peculiar the way a red storm was highlighted in form of tornado, which had a face in the middle of the whirlwind.
'Why does it seem....familiar?'
No wonder he felt attracted to the portrait, which had its own story behind the odd-ness. The guard halted with him and grew irritated because it was Jeremy's usual doing.
"Shall we proceed, your highness?"
The guard took him to the courtroom, while Jeremy felt somewhat ridicule in his eyes. The actual heir had died in his sleep with fever a night before Jeremy was put in his place, Martians had their bodies dissipated soon after they die.
Thus Jeremy took his place successfully since it was parallel world and had all the other planets as of Andromeda.
Before Jeremy could enter the courtroom, he called out Axela to assure her that he still needed her. Artemis witnessed what he feared the most_the silence from her side.
'Okay, so now you are ghosting me. Great!'
Jeremy gulped and walked inside, within just few seconds he realized he was into a mess. Artemis could sense the ridicule from everyone's eyes and the reason was being a useless heir to the throne!
The actual heir had nothing special within him which made the Martian king worry about his legacy, thus he had called Jeremy (his son actually) to send him to the technology school.
The whispering resonated as Jeremy skimmed through the monarchs, his detective sense had already deciphered that Martians were ahead of earthlings in regard of technology.
But somehow those earthlings had created the superhuman, the Martians felt the weapon should be in their possession since they were the strongest in the galaxy.
Although Jeremy's creation was also the result of his own father's half completed search, which Jerome had stolen and created Jeremy from embryo. But undoubtedly due to half search Jeremy's strength had limitations.
Whereas the current Mars was also a blessing of Doctor Severus, who had ventured throughout the galaxies and systems to attain knowledge. His thirst didn't quench that the mad man had already defeated the time and cheated death, that his age had stopped in his mid thirties.
'Axela, I think I really need you here buddy.'
Jeremy called out to her for one last time after witnessing the brawny man sitting on the throne. The Martian king roared at him while Jeremy stood like culprit in the middle of the hall.
On his all four sides the walls seemed to be whirring like some wave detectors, which made Jeremy assume perhaps that's Axela refused to talk to him. The guards had weapons made of some energy which Jeremy couldn't figure out.
Everything seemed un-metal to him, as if everything was made up of air; or perhaps mental energy!
"Artemis! As the king and your father I'm ordering you to attend the forging school, without any royal privileges and try to redeem your honor as the next king!"
The Martian king spoke while the whispering in the hall resumed.
'So the father is really under the pressure of the people. Fair enough, who would want a defenseless king.'
Jeremy concluded by the fact that the king didn't silenced them. In the midst of mess he failed to realize that he had the same name here too. But the current heir (Jeremy Grayson) was not powerless.
"Yes father! I will oblige and will return as a worthy heir!"
Artemis spoke with an air of confident around him, which stunned the people who had always seen a terrified seventeen years old. The king nodded while Jeremy's "bug of curiosity" bit him again, that he wanted to experience the life there too.
But was it the only thing he had wanted from Martians? Or perhaps Jeremy's greed had sparked and he desired the throne, the power which could help him gain the answers.
The identity, the crown of the king which could help him find the truth and unveil the gruesome deeds of people, the detective was now on a new mission!
Maybe it was the time of the birth of a criminal god!
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