A wide door opened from the ground.
The pavement on which Pablo had just walked on opened and he could see the stairs going down.
’Of course the castle has a basement.’
THUMP!
THUMP!
The soldiers came out in systemic fashion.
Five soldiers were in each row and they marched forward.
They had no weapons on them and they were wearing Pablo’s creation. The Demonite Suit.
The crowd cheered for the soldiers and they marched forward like trained military men from Earth.
They marched and marched until they stopped just behind Sera’s horse.
’Oh right. I am the leader.’
Pablo turned the horse towards the castle and now he was facing the soldiers.
He didn’t speak anything and he was sure the soldiers couldn’t see anything as well.
Pablo would have defined the suit for more suitability but he decided not to do that. The King was eager and so was he.
He would ask Andrezj for the directions and the way the soldiers had marched towards Pablo, he could assume that the soldiers’ senses were good and they could handle themselves.
The soldiers stood silently and Pablo turned his head at the castle. The balcony of the castle to be exact.
And not only him, everyone else was also looking there.
As after the troops, it was the time for the King to make his appearance.
Two guards came on the balcony and they stood at the corner.
After the guards, someone else came and no introduction was needed to know who it was.
Between the two guards, one man stood with a crown on his head.
Wearing a red robe on his shoulders, the man looked regal and noble.
"Long live the King!"
The crowd chanted as the man was none other than the King. The Royals of the royals. Damascus Maverick.
The chants weren’t stopping but when the King raised his hand, everything fell silent.
’He looks like a different person now. Not that talkative old man.’ Pablo remarked.
Everyone waited for the King to say something and the King didn’t let them down.
"Everyone, today, I have decided to confront our persistent and worst enemy. That is, the White Mist."
The crowd remained silent.
"For the past few months, my people are dying horrifying deaths. As the King, I can’t allow that.
I used everything I had to stop the mist and I was ready to offer everything I had to someone who could stop the mist.
And my willingness to do anything managed to impress fate and here we are."
Everyone clapped and the King carried on.
"First, I have gathered the strongest of the soldiers. Five thousand of them to be exact. They are wearing a special kind of armor. That black hard armor can withstand the hottest of the fire and…" The King paused for a dramatic effect.
"The white mist."
Murmurs spread around the area.
"It can stop the white mist?"
"Really?"
"That’s wonderful."
People liked the claim of the King as they were happy to know that something that could stop the mist had been made.
"Apart from the soldiers, there is someone else who will be going inside the Forsaken Village." The King said.
’It’s your turn.’ Cupid said.
’Not yet. He will announce something else.’ Pablo didn’t agree with Cupid.
"A high Duke is also going to join this expedition!" The King shared and Pablo looked at Cupid.
Cupid shrugged and Pablo said nothing.
The crowd cheered at the news and the door of the castle opened.
A man stepped out of the door and as soon as he fully came out, every head was bowed.
The crowd, the guards and the soldiers as well, all of them bowed their heads.
’So a high Duke is such a big deal.’ Pablo didn’t bow his head and neither did Sera.
The high Duke didn’t seem to mind that as he walked towards Pablo.
There was a brown horse beside Pablo and he figured that belonged to the high Duke.
The soldiers gave a clear path to the High Duke and without stopping, he reached the horse and sat on it.
He wasn’t wearing the suits like the soldiers and he didn’t bother talking with Pablo either.
He was the same duke who stayed behind when the King and Pablo were talking in private in that meeting room.
And unlike Pablo, he wasn’t looking at the King. His back was facing the castle.
’He isn’t interested in listening to the King? Strange.’
Pablo didn’t waste his time on that and the King carried on speaking.
The crowd wasn’t bowing anymore and all of them paid attention to Damascus.
"The soldiers and the high Duke will make sure to see the source of the mist and I am sure they will return successful from this venture. And the reason for my belief isn’t related to the strength of the high Duke or the five thousand soldiers. The reason for my belief lies in the person who is leading these two. The leader, the incharge, the mastermind behind all this. The man called…"
The crowd was silent and the King wasted no time to announce the reason for his belief.
"Pablo Castillo!"
And just after the name was shared the crowd erupted in cheers once again.
"Pablooo!"
"Kill the mist!"
"We are counting on you!"
Pablo just nodded at the crowd. He won’t wave his hand twice. The crowd would keep making chants and Pablo would get tired if he responded every time with waves.
"Everyone, Pablo Castillo is a private detective and a very smart one at that. He is also the one who created the original armor to defeat the mist and he says he will be the one to end the mist from this Kingdom as well."
The crowd listened to the King closely.
"There are speculations that behind the mist, resides Cannibals or Vampires or worse, a Demon. But there is no need to worry. Even if there is a Demon behind the mist—believe me—sending Pablo Castillo inside the mist means…"
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The King darted his eyes on Pablo and a thin smile appeared on his face.
"I am sending a Demon from our side too."