Something was walking towards Pablo and Sera.
That thing made even Pablo gulp.
"How disgusting it is."
That was the worst thing Pablo had seen since he came to Seraphim.
A big burly thing with two huge thick legs and hands walked towards Pablo.
Its each step made a thumping sound and Pablo stepped back.
"Are those faces? How many heads does this thing have?" Pablo saw many heads on the whole body of the thing.
And more than that, those heads were ugly and small hands were sticking out of its body.
[[A/n : See the monster. Here!]]
"What now? I am scared. Andre, help me."
"Don’t take his name, Sera. And I am sure we won’t die. Something is at the play here. Our goal is to leave this place and the answer for that must be in front of us."
"Find it. I don’t want to die!"
"Yes. That’s the answer."
"What?"
"Dying is salvation. The guard had said it. We have to die here." Pablo figured out a way.
"You can’t be serious. What if we die for real? What if all this is real?" Sera was being paranoid.
"I am sure our mind is in a trance. This is a dream. And when you die in a dream…"
Pablo stepped towards the creature.
"You wake up."
"No. Don’t go. What are you doing? You will die." Sera held Pablo’s hands.
"Exactly. Come with me." Pablo walked with Sera now. He would also bring her closer to the monster.
Sera couldn’t fight against Pablo’s strength and she also didn’t want to refuse him.
She had no choice. She didn’t want to die but more than that she didn’t want to refuse Pablo.
"Fine. If this is what you want then I’ll be happy to die with you." Sera made up her mind.
"Sure." Pablo wasn’t even all that serious anymore.
In just a few seconds, they both reached in front of the monster and stood still.
Sera and Pablo stood side by side and the monster was just in front of them.
"You look more ugly from up close." Pablo commented.
The monster roared and swung his hand.
Sera closed her eyes and Pablo watched his death till the end.
KHICK!
The hand of the monster ran through both Sera’s and Pablo’s head.
"Haaangggh!!!"
Sera screamed.
"What happened, dearest? Why were you silent all this time?"
Sera heard a familiar voice and she instantly jerked her head there.
"And-"
"We are fine. No need to shout."
Sera heard another familiar voice and this was the voice which she could get drunk on.
"You are also here. Your plan worked. You are so smart."
Sera found Pablo standing on her left side and she opened her arms to hug him.
"Not now, assistant."
Pablo stepped forward and Sera finally saw what was in front of her.
"We are in the presence of the King."
Pablo revealed and Sera instantly came back to her assistant mode.
Pablo walked forward and Sera walked behind him.
In front of Pablo, a huge throne was placed. The throne was far from Pablo but he could clearly see the man sitting on it.
And no genius was needed to know that that man was none other than the King of Forza Kingdom. Damascus Maverick.
Damascus was sitting on the throne in a way suited for a King and if Pablo wanted to reach him he would have to climb twenty steps.
[[A/n : See the King. Here!]]
On Pablo’s left and right side, many other thrones were placed and they were smaller than the King’s throne.
’It is just like the place where I met the Gods.’
Pablo took a deep breath and he was finally ready to start his work.
And the first thing he did was to bow his head.
"I give my respect to the King." He said.
Sera also bowed her head but she said nothing. Her face was still covered and no one paid attention to her anyway.
Pablo kept his head bowed and waited for the King to speak.
"Raise your head." An answer came and Pablo raised his head.
He saw the King and behind him five men were standing.
’Must be the high Dukes.’ Pablo memorized their faces.
"State you-"
One of the high Duke spoke but he stopped midway.
The King had raised his hand.
"Let me talk." He said.
The high duke shut his mouth and everyone waited for the King.
"What is your name?" He asked.
"Pablo Castillo."
"What do you do?"
"I am a private detective."
Pablo would have loved to say he was from the military but he couldn’t.
"Who hired you?" The King asked.
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"The Count of the Numb city." Pablo lied. He couldn’t say he was hired by a Royal just like how he said to the villagers.
"Why would that count hire you? He had nothing to do with this mist. It isn’t even close to his city."
"Yes. The mist isn’t close to his city ’yet’"
The King frowned. Pablo carried on.
"The Count has heard what is going on around this part and he is afraid of the mist. He doesn’t want to die like others. That’s why he hired me. I am the best detective in the Numb city. And my ’assignment’ is to eradicate the mist from this Kingdom."
"Assignment. I see. I understand what you are trying to say."
Pablo smiled. "You are the King after all."
"And tell me this, how did you break the spell?"
"Your guards helped me. They said death is salvation and if I can’t even understand that, what kind of detective I am." Pablo answered honestly.
The King nodded. "That was one of the fastest records. Many few managed to break the spell that fast."
"You are humble."
"That mind spell was a test. A test to see if the person who is claiming to destroy the mist is even capable of facing death or not. And by all means, you were the bravest of all who ever took that test. You didn’t even blink in front of death." The King praised Pablo and that was good for Pablo.
’I know this will happen. That’s why I didn’t blink.’ Pablo had already predicted this scene.
’Just how far ahead do you think? And I didn’t even know you were in some kind of trap.’ Cupid said.
’Because you are an idiot. And don’t talk. I am in front of the King.’
Pablo would focus only on the King. He needed his trust.
"You flatter me, my lord." Pablo remained humble.
"Anyway, let’s talk about the main thing. If I like it only then will you get a place here. Otherwise, I’ll throw you out myself."
"Sure. I am ready whenever you are."
"We are also ready. Show us what you got." The King gave permission.
Pablo nodded and began his pitch.
"As soon as I heard about the mist, I went to the village to check it. I touched the mist and only after ten seconds did the mist harm me."
"What? That’s rubbish. It works instantly on our residents." Someone from the small thrones spoke.
Pablo looked at his left side.
"Yes, sir. But there is a reason for that. Because, you see, the mist differentiates between rich and poor people."
The King leaned forward on his throne. "Explain."
Pablo knew the King would take interest and he made sure not to stretch it long.
"My lord, I was not rich from birth. But I had a sharp mind so I became a private detective. And now all the money I have is on my own. I am self made. So when I touched the mist, I got hurt only after ten seconds.
But my assistant here, her father, is a rich man. She has inherited money and when she touches the mist, the mist harms her instantly."
"Say clearly. What are you trying to say?" The King asked.
"What I am saying is, the mist harms everyone. But those who are poor or don’t have any inherited wealth from the start get harmed slowly. And those people who got immense money from their ancestors receive harm from the mist instantly. In short, the mist hates people who are rich from one generation to another."
"Are you sure of this claim?" Someone asked from Pablo’s right. It was a woman sitting on a small throne.
"Yes, ma’am. I am sure. My deductions are seldom wrong."
"By what you said, it could be the case that someone who hates Royals and rich people is behind this mist. Someone poor." The King guessed.
"It could also be a group of people, my lord. The mist is a wide scale pandemic after all." Pablo replied.
"Alright. This information is good and well but I need a solution. This city will perish by the mist. Do you have a solution for this?" The King asked for the main thing.
Everyone in the thrones paid attention to Pablo. They all wanted to hear the solution for the white mist.
And Pablo gave them their answer…
"I don’t have a solution at all."