The King was beside Pablo’s ear and he said Pablo was an excellent liar.
Pablo hated to admit it but the King really startled him.
Damascus saw through his lies. Mostly because Pablo had himself given the King hints about him being in the military.
’If I had never mentioned the word ’assignment’ he wouldn’t have gotten all this. And it’s good for me, he will help me easily now.’
’Are you sure? What if he tells the military that you failed in keeping that you are from the military a secret? You will lose the job and your revenge.’ Cupid said.
Pablo didn’t reply to the Angel and the King after whispering that, went back to his seat.
He had a smile on his face and that smile showed superiority.
"My lord, I don’t know what you are talking about and remember, only I can cure the mist. Because without my mind, you won’t be able to handle anything."
"Mind your tongue, dete-"
"It’s fine. He may be right. And don’t worry I know the strange rule of the military you just shared." The King still had that cheeky smile.
’Taking Draxus’ revenge will feel good now.’
The King now was on Pablo’s hitlist. He was acting too arrogant.
"Anyway, were you an only child or do you have a brother or a sister?"
’Don’t ask that.’
Pablo clenched his fingers. Fingers of both his feet that is.
His body reacted violently at the mention of sister.
’Calm down. The King is in front of us.’ Pablo said to Void inside his body.
"No, my lord. I was an only child. No siblings I had." Pablo said. He tried his best to remain normal.
"Fair enough. It’s good you don’t have any siblings. They pose too many problems." The King said and a hint of grief was visible on his face.
’He must have remembered Draxus’ father. At least he stopped talking for a while.’
"How much time passed, my lord?" Pablo asked.
"One hour. Two hours left." The high Duke answered for the King.
’Time is going very slow. I hate this characteristic of time.’
"Thank you, sir." Pablo thanked the Duke for telling the time and he rested his head on the table.
"Is your hand fine?" The King asked.
"Yes. No damage to my nails happening. The suit is working well." Pablo replied without looking at the King.
"Good to know. And bring me something to eat."
"Hmm?" Pablo raised his head. "Are you asking me, my lord?"
"No. I am asking this Duke. Get me something to eat and drink. Go."
"But, your highness, you will be alo-"
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"Just go. I can handle myself. I am the King." Damascus was persistent.
The high Duke couldn’t argue anymore but before moving, he looked at Pablo.
"Don’t cross your lines." He said and with that threat, he left the room.
Pablo shrugged. He didn’t mind that threat. He had seen worse.
But he for sure focused on the King.
"I am sure you sent him away for a reason, my lord." He said.
The King sighed. "Yes. Detectives sure are a pain."
Pablo laughed. "It was obvious. You didn’t send him away for all this time and suddenly you sent him out. You could have asked for a drink from anyone. And I am sure, even the high Duke knows this as well."
"Of course he knows that. He will come after one hour now."
"Well, I am listening." Pablo would hear what the King had to say.
"What about your assistant?"
"She is fine. She won’t do anything without my permission." Pablo assured the King.
"If you say so. And I am ninety nine percent sure that you are from the military to solve the assignment. But I won’t share anything with anyone about this. You have a word of the King."
’You will die, old man. Don’t play like that.’
’What is he playing?’ Cupid asked.
’He is indirectly saying that, ’I have your secret and I can tell it anytime so you better obey me, bitch.’ That’s what he is saying.’
’Wow. You sure think too much.’
Pablo ignored the Angel and he decided to finish this topic once and for all.
"My lord, I don’t know what you are thinking but I am a private detective through and through. If you don’t believe me then before coming to this city I had solved a case in the small village called Crisis. You can investigate there. And I beg you, please don’t join me with the military. I don’t want any problems with those people. They might get offended and destroy me."
Pablo mustered all the truthfulness he could manage on his face and he even used the case of the mass murder and rape of the family he had solved in the Crisis village as his credibility of being a detective.
"Fine. I don’t care anyway. I just want the mist to go away and I will give you whatever you wish for in return. Let’s end the topic of detective and military."
’He will surely check the Crisis village story. I am sure.’
"Thank you, my lord. And is that what you wanted to talk about in private?"
"No. That was just gibberish. I wanted to talk about something more revolutionary."
"Sure."
The King rested his elbows on the table and came closer to Pablo.
"Do you know about the incident five years ago that happened in Hermit slums?" Damascus whispered.
"Yes. The residents of that slum were killed because some royals didn’t like the slum. What of it?" Pablo talked in whispers as well.
"Everyone knows that some royals ordered some foot soldiers to go and destroy the slum, right?"
"Yes?"
"That was a hoax." The King revealed.
Pablo frowned. "What was the hoax, my lord? I don’t get it."
The King sighed. He looked left and right before carrying on.
"It was not some handful of Royals who ordered the destruction of the Hermit slum…"
Damascus came further closer to Pablo and in the lowest voice possible, he finished saying.
"It was Me."