"You want the whole world?" The High Duke asked.
"Well, I want it too." The King said the same thing.
Pablo laughed. "I meant the map, my lord. The map of this kingdom and the world. I want them."
"I had a feeling you would say that. You like cracking jokes, huh." The King was chill.
"I try."
"You will get the maps. Don’t worry." The King assured.
Pablo bowed his head again. "Thank you, my lord."
"Anything else?" The King asked.
"No. That’s it. For now at least."
"Alright. Just tell any soldier inside the castle whatever you need, I will order them to fulfill your wishes."
"That will be a big help."
"You must be thinking why am I doing so much for you. I am the King and all."
Pablo shook his head. "You want the mist to go away, my lord. That’s why you are doing all this. It’s normal."
"Yes. The mist is killing our people and as you know, when a Kingdom is weak, dangers arrive from all sides."
’Why is he so talkative?’
"Certainly." Pablo entertained the King anyway. He wasn’t a fan of talking but he can’t just shut up the King.
"Anyway, tell me about you, Pablo. Where are your parents? What rank is your Ego? We have a lot of free time after all. Only thirty minutes have passed till now."
’I know this will happen someday.’
Pablo had to tell the King about himself eventually. He was sure the King would ask him.
He took a deep breath. His right hand was still inside the jar and he placed his elbows on the table.
"I am not someone remarkable, my lord. There is no need for someone like you to know about me. I am just a private detective and this is my first big case. And I will do everything to solve it."
"Is this a case for you or…" The King smiled. "An assignment?"
’So he got the hint from our first meeting. Nice.’
When Pablo first came to the castle, he told the King that he got this assignment and he did that because he wanted the King to read between the lines.
There are many few places where assignments are used and one such place was Military.
So at that time, Pablo had hoped that the King had understood what he was trying to say.
And now seeing the smile of the King, Pablo was a little certain that Damascus knew what was going on.
"The case or assignment both are the same thing, my lord. It would help me boost my career. I am sure you know what I am talking about."
"Yes. But tell me this, are you one of the candidates from the military? One of the candidates who passed their three tests and now got this assignment? Because I have sent an assignment to the military and after a few days, you are here."
’What does he want me to say? I won’t risk my mission, old man.’
"That’s just a coincidence, my lord. I certainly can’t join the military. I don’t have that kind of mindset, strength and willpower. The Count of the Numb city sent me here and I am doing my job. Though I did hear something interesting about the military selection process."
"Share it with us as well." The King rested his elbow on the armrest of the chair and he was staring right at Pablo’s eyes.
"The candidates who pass the tests and get assignments are not allowed to tell anyone that they are from the military.
I mean, no one should know that they are on an assignment from the military and if anyone gets to know, the candidates have to either kill them or forget about joining the military. What a strange and hard rule. I certainly can’t handle anything like that. And why I am even telling you this, you are the King I am sure you know every rule."
Pablo indirectly said many things.
’Take the clue, old man. I can’t tell you anything about the military.’
He hoped the King understand and the King answered :
"I understand."
Pablo heaved an inward sigh of relief and the King carried on.
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"And no. I might be the King and the military might listen to my orders but I can’t dictate its manner of work. It makes its own rules and I don’t know a damn thing about them.
Though, that is a strange rule you shared with me. It will be very hard to follow it if you don’t have the brains for it. A brain like a detective."
The King gave a smile again and Pablo returned a fake smile.
’He is teasing me now. He doesn’t seem like a man who would kill someone in front of many people. Draxus’ parents were one of the lucky ones.’
"What about your parents, Pablo?" The King asked.
’So he changed the topic. Very nice.’ Pablo was glad for that. He couldn’t dance around the military lines, hiding the truth.
Though, he could lie about everything as the King didn’t know the military all that well but he would gladly avoid the risk altogether by not talking about it.
"They are both dead, my lord. When I was six years old, they lost their life." Pablo lied about his parents.
He couldn’t say he grew up in the slums and he certainly couldn’t say his or Void’s mother was a prostitute.
"Must be hard on a kid of that age. How did you survive?"
"I worked in people’s houses. Washing their clothes, their utensils, cleaning toilets. In return for that, I get food and some money." Pablo shared an entirely false story.
"So you have lived a tough life."
"I won’t say it was tough. But I did face some problems growing up alone."
"I can understand. When did you choose to become a Detective then?" The King asked.
’Just how long three hours are? Someone should shut him up.’
Pablo was getting tired of speaking nonsense.
"I was told I have a sharp mind and when a murder happened in one of the houses I worked at, I managed to catch the culprit. And that’s how I thought I would be a good detective."
The King smiled. "Certainly, you really have a sharp mind. And also…"
The King leaned further on the table, reached just beside Pablo’s ear and his next words were just whispers..
"You are an excellent liar, Pablo Castillo."