Damascus Maverick was the King of Forza Kingdom and he knew full well how the world works.
There is nothing for free. Everything has a cost attached to it. Even if that something was a way to save people from death.
"What do you want in return, Pablo? I am sure you won’t give your creation for free." The King said. "We can’t force you as well because we don’t know how to make those suits. It’s all on you."
Pablo smiled. "Don’t be so hasty, my lord."
The King stayed silent.
"I am not here just to give you my creation. I am here to see the mist till its end. I will stay here and help you all. With your permission, of course."
"So you don’t want anything in return?"
"That’s not what I said, my lord. I certainly want something."
"Then say it." A high Duke spoke. He was eager.
"My lord, I want something but I won’t say what I want right now. I will ask for it when I see fit." Pablo shared his desire.
"So be it. If you are willing to help without asking for anything right now, then I can’t guarantee that I will help you when you really do ask for your wish."
Pablo bowed. "I understand."
’What? You accepted that? He just indirectly said he won’t fulfill your wish whenever you ask for it.’ Cupid didn’t find it profitable for Pablo.
’Don’t worry. I will make sure to leave him no choice but to accept my wish.’
Cupid didn’t reply.
"Tell us your next steps, detective." A high Duke ordered.
Pablo didn’t like the authoritative tone of the Duke but he had no choice but to endure.
"My lord, it would be better if I tell you my next steps in private. Only you and me."
"Impossible." One of the high Dukes refused right away.
"All five of you sirs can also be there. Only seven of us will talk." Pablo proposed.
The five high Dukes looked at each other and the final decision came on the King’s shoulders.
"Fine. Everyone, go away." The King gave the order.
No one would dare to go against that and so everyone sitting on the small thrones, stood up and spread all around the castle.
’So this is just like a home. I see.’
Pablo looked around the castle and all he saw were stairs and rooms.
Anyway, now only the five High Dukes, the King and Pablo were present.
Pablo sat down on the chair and Sera stood behind him.
Her hand still wasn’t healed and she would have to wait for Pablo’s order for Andrezj to heal it back to normal.
"My lord, my next step is that you should create these suits in a large quantity."
"How much is needed?" The King asked.
"Ten thousand at least. A war might take place behind the mist."
"Alright. It shall be done. Next."
"Next, you have to find people whose Egoes are related to water and ice."
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"How many?"
"As many as you can find."
"Done. Next."
’He sure is desperate.’
"Next, this is the most important thing, we have to find very strong people who have a strong mind. And also, people who have an Ego related to controlling minds. Just like what I faced when I came here."
"Done. Anything else?"
"Yes. Give me a room inside this castle. Make me in charge of all this process. I will be the leader. And also, if the mist gets eradicated, all the credit should be mine. And this is not my wish, it is my demand."
"Impossibl-"
"Consider it done." The King accepted. A high Duke was going to refuse but the King had the final say.
"That’s all, then. If I remember anything else, I will relay it to you." Pablo patted his knees and stood up.
"Are you going?" The King asked.
"Yes. Tell someone to escort me to my room." Pablo said. He was not afraid to say all that to the King.
"Fine." The King stood up from his throne.
He climbed down the stairs and walked towards Pablo.
’Don’t fight me, old man.’ Pablo was ready for anything.
He didn’t show it on his face but he was really concerned about why the King was coming towards him.
After a while, Damascus was standing just in front of Pablo.
Both men made eye contact and Pablo remained silent.
"I’ll escort you."
"Sorry?"
"I’ll escort you to your room." The King was really saying that.
"What are you saying, your highness? You don’t have to do that." A high Duke didn’t like the idea.
"It’s fine. One of you five can follow me but I will definitely take him to his room here."
’I don’t know if this is good or not. But he wants some time with me.’ Pablo thought.
"As you say, your highness. I will follow you." A high Duke came forward.
The King didn’t bother with him.
"Let’s go." He said and walked towards the stairs beside the throne.
Pablo walked beside the King and Sera was behind Pablo.
And behind all of them was the high Duke.
Pablo and the King climbed the stairs and Pablo looked at Damascus.
"Can I ask you something, my lord?"
"Sure." The King would hear it.
"You want to talk with me, that’s why you chose to do this, right?" Pablo guessed. He was sure no King would escort a private detective like this for no reason.
"Haha. You certainly are a detective, Pablo. I really want to ask something." The King accepted.
Pablo smiled. "You are kind. And you can ask anything, I will try my best to answer it."
"What do you think is behind the mist?" Damascus asked.
Pablo frowned. "We will only know it after checking, my lord. I already told you that."
"No. You are right. But I am asking what do ’you’ think is behind the mist. I am sure you must have something inside your mind as the reason for the mist."
’So he is asking for that. Fine. I hope he doesn’t get angry.’
Pablo took a deep breath. "Do you really want to hear it, my lord?"
"Why, yes." Damascus would love to hear it.
"The reason behind the deadly white mist is none other than…"
Pablo paused, he let out a tired sigh and finished saying..
"You."