Pablo said the reason for the white mist was none other than the King himself.
After saying that, Pablo clenched his fists. He was ready for landing blows if it came to that.
’Don’t be angry, king. I will take Draxus’ revenge myself.’
Pablo made a little distance with the King and the King had his head low. He was looking down.
"You are right." The King spoke.
"Hmm?" Pablo asked again.
The King looked up.
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"The mist really took place because of me." He said again.
Pablo sighed in relief.
’At least he is cool headed. No wonder he was chosen as the King instead of Draxus’ father.’
"You know what I am talking about, my lord?" Pablo asked.
"You are talking about the incident from five years ago, right?"
"Yes."
"I knew it. That decision was bad."
"No. The decision wasn’t bad, my lord. The consequence was bad." Pablo corrected.
"Don’t flatter me, Pablo. I know what I did to the slum."
"I am not flattering you at all. I mean, you didn’t know those people would summon a Demon out of all the things."
"Maybe you are right." The King shrugged.
"And the Demon isn’t the only thing. There is this danger of the cannibals." Pablo added.
"So you also think that they didn’t leave our Kingdom ten years ago?"
"The village Chief suspects that the Cannibals and the Demon are working together. They both want destruction."
"Many people suspect that. Being a King is a pain." Damascus let out a dry laugh.
"Yes. And if the Demon is really inside the mist then the soldier who called you on the seventh day could be the Demon himself. After all, Demons can mimic such things."
"Let’s just hope for the best. I wanted to know your thoughts on this matter. That’s why I am walking you to your room."
"I understand. You just prepare what I asked for and I will finish this job as soon as possible."
The King gave a nod and stopped walking.
They had climbed the stairs a long time ago and now they were in a corridor.
They all stopped in front of a room.
"This is your room." The King said.
Pablo nodded and opened the door.
He didn’t go inside though.
"My lord, to produce the suits in a large quantity we need a big place. A factory of some kind. Prepare that and tell me when it’s ready."
The King smiled. "It will be ready in an hour. Don’t worry. Someone will come to call you."
’In an hour? That’s fast.’
"Sure thing." Pablo replied.
"And your assistant’s room is just in front of your room."
"No need for that. She will stay with me."
"As you wish. Take care. We’ll meet again."
The King turned around and Pablo watched him go all the way.
The high Duke was standing far and when the King reached him, they both walked with each other.
Pablo kept watching both of them until he couldn’t see them at all.
"Let’s go."
He finally entered the room and Sera followed.
She closed the door and removed the cloth from her face.
"Hah!"
She laid on the huge bed.
Pablo was beside her but he wasn’t resting.
"You can get your hand healed now." He said.
"Do it, Andre. I can’t stand the ugliness of it."
Andrezj was more than willing to heal Sera’s hand and in just a second, it was back to normal.
Pablo threw a black glove at her.
"Always wear it. No one should know you have something that can heal the harm from the mist."
"Sure." Sera wore the black glove on her right fist. The glove was well made.
"When did you create something like this?" She asked.
"While I was creating the suits. I know it will come in handy."
"You are very smart." Sera came closer to Pablo.
Her head was on Pablo’s left arm now.
Pablo let it be.
"Tell me, Sera, can Andre see even in the mist? When he went inside the village with you?"
"Is it alright to talk about such things here? What if they are hearing us?" Sera asked.
"It’s fine. It’s the castle of the King. No one would dare to spy on the rooms here. And even if the King is hearing us, he can’t eradicate the mist without me so he won’t do anything." Pablo was carefree.
"If you say so." Sera agreed.
"Now answer my question."
"Right. Yes Andre can see it even in the mist. He was telling me directions after all."
’Can you see it inside the mist too?’ Pablo asked his Angel.
’I don’t know. If Andre was able to see because he is an Angel then I can also see but If Andre used some kind of spell to see then it’s a different thing.’ Cupid didn’t give an accurate answer.
Pablo didn’t mind that and closed his eyes.
"What are you thinking?" Sera asked.
Pablo didn’t open his eyes but he answered.
"At the start of this pandemic, the villagers were dying by getting skinnier and then the people of the Glory city also faced the same skinniness. But as time went on, the mist gathered and it started harming the skin and the extent of the mist’s harm created ulcers on the whole body, just like the soldier who we saw in the hospital."
"Yes? So?"
"So I am thinking why did the pattern change? Why does the skin get harmed now? Why not we turn skinnier when we touch the mist?"
"Well, my hand turned skinny when I touched the mist today. Maybe the mist is now more dangerous that’s why it creates ulcers on the poor people and makes rich people turn skinny." Sera shared her thoughts.
"You might be right. I can only find the real thing after going inside the village. No point in thinking."
Pablo stopped talking and Sera placed her hand around Pablo’s chest.
"Well, rest is needed for the future tasks. And sleep away from me. I get bad dreams, I might kill you in my sleep." Pablo removed Sera’s hand from his chest.
"You are so mean. You get bad dreams and I.. I.." Sera wasn’t speaking further.
"I what?" Pablo wanted her to finish her dialogue.
Sera’s face turned red and in a low voice, she said :
"I get wet dreams."
" … "