The fat man was dead set on having Sera for himself. He wanted to eat her.
Meanwhile Sera, she was staring at Pablo and she was making a sour face occasionally.
"Why didn’t Andre save her?" Cupid asked out loud.
’Because she refused him to do that. She wants to see what I would do. She wants to see my reaction. She wants to know will I save her or not. Crazy bitch.’
’But she didn’t said anything to Andre.’
’She must have used her mind. Like we are doing right now.’
’Well, save her. Do something.’
Pablo looked around. All the other Royals were walking and no one paid attention to the scene. They didn’t care.
’Is it normal for all of them?’
Pablo focused back on Sera and she was doing her best to stay away from the tongue of the man.
Pablo’s body flinched.
’Not now, kid. This isn’t rape. Calm down.’
His body reacted to the man’s tongue. The same thing that happened with Freya, the sister of Void. Tongue was used on her as well.
"Look, my lordship, you can’t do that." Pablo said.
"Oh. I can certainly do that, kid. Give her to me and get lost." The fat man won’t give up.
’What are you going to do? You can’t kill the man right here as well.’ Cupid was tense. She wanted Sera safe.
’There is only one thing I could use right now.’
Pablo had found something just a few moments ago and he would not hesitate to use that.
He looked the fat man in the eye with utter confidence and said :
"She is the recent good of Lord Bitter."
Pablo used what the guard had told him and now he just waited for the fat man’s reaction.
The fat man heard Pablo and his tongue went inside his mouth again.
"So you are his supplier, huh. You should have said so sooner. He always gets the best goods. Tch."
The fat man pushed Sera towards Pablo.
"I don’t care anymore."
And like that, the fat man walked away. Lord Bitter, whom Pablo didn’t even know, saved the day.
Sera was in the embrace of Pablo and he instantly shoved her aside.
"What was all that? You should asked for your Angel’s help."
"I just wanted to see your reaction."
"You idiot. Just be glad he didn’t laid his hands on your body. He would have defiled you without you knowing."
"Nah. He couldn’t have done that. Andrezj would have killed him before that." Sera was chill.
"So you did asked your Angel to save you."
"Well yes. I told him if the man went off limits, kill him."
"Fair enough. But don’t ever test me again. I will kill you myself."
Sera smiled. "Were you worried about me?"
’I was worried about the scene your death would have made here.’
"A little bit." Pablo said opposite of his thoughts.
"That’s enough for now." Sera was happy anyway.
"Let’s go."
Pablo continued his walk and Sera was beside him.
"We will just see the white mist and the patients and leave as soon as possible. Things are not going well. Lord Bitter, his supplier. Everything is fucked up."
"Alright. But where will you find the white mist? I see it nowhere." Sera asked.
"That pervert told that himself. He motioned his hands at that huge castle in the center when he mentioned about it."
"Okay."
Pablo didn’t speak after that and Sera also didn’t said something worthy of a reply.
They were walking towards the castle which was in the center of the city.
And no genius was needed to know that it belonged to the King and his personal family.
"Will they allow us to go inside?" Sera asked.
"We are not going inside the castle. The white mist would be near it."
Pablo and Sera broke through the bustling of people, trying their best to not attract attention.
After a few more minutes of walking, Sera and Pablo finally reached in front of the King’s Castle.
And their heads kept turning upwards. The height of the castle never ended. It reached the clouds.
"This is the King of the kingdom, after all." Pablo figured anything less than that would not be suitable for a King.
Two guards were in front of the main door of the castle and the door was very small.
Around the castle, barbed wires and a medium sized wall was placed. No one could trespass.
"If one wants to go inside it, he had to have the permission of the High Dukes or the King." Sera said.
"Fair enough."
There were some mansions around the castle and Pablo ignored them all.
He walked around the border wall of the castle and reached the backside of it.
There, he finally saw what he was looking for.
The entrance of the white mist.
Sera was behind Pablo and she watched him closely.
There were no one else other than them at the back of the castle. It was a secluded area.
Pablo went near the white mist and sniffed it.
"It is odorless. And it will be slowly cower this whole city if not stopped. All the Royals will die. The Demon’s job will be finished. Is it really about the Demon, after all?"
"May be Socrates is right." Sera shared her thoughts.
Pablo reached out his hand again but stopped.
But he didn’t stopped himself, someone else stopped him.
"Let me do it." It was Sera.
"Are you sure? You might lose your hand." Pablo said.
"Andrezj will heal it. And I will only do it for two seconds."
"Go ahead then." Pablo agreed and let Sera touch the mist.
She barged her hand inside and kept it there.
"Ahnghh." She instantly brought it out.
She couldn’t even keep it inside for two seconds.
"What happened?" Pablo held Sera’s hand and his brows shot up.
"It’s… rotten?" Pablo couldn’t believe it.
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Sera didn’t even kept her hand inside for one second and it was already rotten.
It was thinner and blacker.
"Andrezj, do it." Sera said, her face contorted with pain.
Andrezj did his magic right away and in just two seconds, Sera’s hand came back to normal.
"I am glad." Sera said.
"Yeah. You should be. Your hand is healed." Pablo replied.
"No. Not about my hand. I am glad that…" Sera found a pleasant smile on her face.
"It was me who touched the mist this time. Not you."