Draxus Maverick called himself the crown prince of Kingdom Forza.
The son of the King is called the Crown Prince and Draxus called himself that. Which of course, no one believed.
Flashy was one of them.
"Yeah, right." He said and stood up. He walked towards Draxus and stopped in front of him.
"And I have slept with your mother, the Queen."
Draxus stared back at Flashy. "My mother wasn’t that desperate to sleep with someone who doesn’t even have eyebrows."
"Pfft.." Cupid laughed.
Draxus titled his head and looked at Pablo.
"If you can take this guy in your team then my spot should be final without a second thought."
"Come back, Flashy. You have done enough." Pablo called before Flashy could mess up.
"I will meet you after my eyebrows are back. Just you wait." Flashy said one last thing and went to sit beside Pablo again.
Ignoring Flashy, Pablo focused on Draxus again.
"So you are the son of the King?" He asked.
"Yes. I am the son of the true King. The current King, that Damascus isn’t the true king."
"What do you mean?" Pablo asked.
"This kingdom was under the rule of king Frodor Maverick, he was my grandfather. He had two sons. Valiant and Damascus. Valiant was the elder brother and Damascus was the younger one.
Frodor Maverick chose Valiant Maverick as the next King who was my father. At that time, Damascus said he was happy for my father and will support him as the new King.
My father, when I was five years old, deemed me as the crown prince. I didn’t even know what that meant but it was nice. I was getting respect which was really very nice.
Anyway, my father wasn’t a good King, I won’t lie, but he was still better than his younger brother King Damascus. The current King.
Ten years ago, when the Blood Fest war broke out in Glory city, my father, my mother and my so-called uncle, Damascus, went to fight the cannibals and I was ten years old at that time.
All three of them were strong and they were doing their best, they were winning but that’s when Damascus showed his true colors.
He backstabbed both my father and mother and then that bastard threw them at the cannibals.
I watched them both getting eaten and ripped apart as Damascus ran back inside the castle. I was too afraid to go and help them.
Only I and my maid, Mary, were the ones who saw what happened that day. Mary even went to complain about Damascus to my grandfather but before that could happen, Damascus’ right hand man, killed Mary.
After that, I stayed quiet. Damascus didn’t know that I also saw him killing my parents and I didn’t say anything myself. I had no intention of dying like Mary.
Damascus told the whole kingdom that my father and mother fought bravely but died and hearing the death of his beloved son, my grandfather died as well.
With no one left, Damascus was hailed as the new King and my title of crown prince was taken and he gave it to his son.
The next day, I was banished from the full Glory city and was thrown into the slums. For the past eight years, I have been suffering. I have killed Damascus a thousand times in my dreams, and when I heard about you from this no eyebrow guy, I knew you would make this dream of mine a reality."
Draxus stopped talking and he only looked at Pablo. Other people didn’t exist for him.
"That was one long old common story. Royal families are always like this." Pablo said.
"It is what it is." Draxus replied.
"But still, how can I believe you are telling the truth? You could have made all of this up. Is there any proof of you being from the Royal family?" Pablo asked.
Draxus nodded. "I have."
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He raised both his hands and brought them to his chest.
Then he held his already worn out shirt, and tore it from the chest area.
"Can you see this?" Draxus pointed at the left side of his chest.
Pablo and everyone else looked at it and other than Pablo, everyone else gasped.
"He is the real deal, Boss." Flashy said.
"Yeah. He is the crown prince alright. At least, he was." Sera spoke as well.
There was a round golden mark on Draxus’ chest and above that round golden mark was a red cross. Pablo could understand its significance by looking at it.
"The golden mark shows you are from the royal family and the red cross above it tells that you are banished from there. Is that right?"
"Yes. That is right."
"And, Sera," Pablo turned towards Sera. "Are you sure this is the royal mark? This is not fake, right?"
’He said my name. Ahh..’
"Yes. This is the correct mark. Mark of the crown prince. It is engraved with fire. Like a stamp but on the body." Sera replied with calmness unlike her inner self which was out of control.
Pablo nodded and stood up.
He walked towards Draxus and stopped just in front of him.
"Bring me a chair." He said.
"Andrezj, do it." Sera said and the next moment, a chair sitting in the corner of the room moved on its own and arrived behind Pablo.
’Her Angel is down bad for her.’ Pablo thought and sat on the chair.
Draxus remained sitting cross legged on the floor and he stared at Pablo without any fear.
Pablo liked Draxus’ confidence and started talking.
"So you want me to help you get your revenge from the King of this kingdom. Out of all the people you could choose to pay back, you chose the King himself."
"No. I used to wish for revenge from Damascus but now I don’t want that. Now I want this whole fucking kingdom. It is mine and I will take it at all costs."
"Oh. And you think I can help you with that? What if I want to take this kingdom for myself? What will you do then?"
"Heh." Draxus scoffed. "You don’t want to be a King. You are not like that. Living eight years in the worst slum gave me the ability to read the personality of a person. And you, rather than being a King, I am sure you want to be…"
Draxus leaned forward and smiled.
"A God."
At this, Pablo’s lips curled up.
"How strong is Damascus. What’s his Ego Level?"
"Black. Just like yours."
"So you know about mine as well."
"Yes. That guy shouted really loud. Someone tried to erase my memory as well but I escaped inside your shadow in time."
"I see. So you can hide inside shadows? What else can you do?"
"Many things. I can assassinate anyone."
"What exactly do you want from me? How will you take your revenge by taking over this Kingdom? What is your revenge? Say it clearly."
"My revenge, you ask?" Draxus’ eyes found a sharp glint. "I want hell. I want to purge the entire goddamn royal bloodline. Only I should be the sole royal person with the direct bloodline of the King. I want just that. I’ll be the King and you’ll be the Kingmaker."
Pablo gave a slow nod. "Being a Kingmaker isn’t enough. I want something more. Something genuine and something saying that you won’t stab me in the back just like how your Uncle did with your father. Because like it or not, backstabbing is in your blood."
Draxus flinched but he replied right away.
"I’ll become your Right hand man. I’ll become your assassin."
’Sounds good.’ Pablo liked the offer but he needed more assurance.
"How can you prove your loyalty to me?" Pablo asked.
Draxus went silent and his eyes fell on Flashy. "What did he do to stay with you?"
"He became my slave."
Draxus brows shot up. "A slave?"
"Yes. And your royal blood won’t allow you to become my slave. So what will you do for me?"
Draxus gritted his teeths. "Fine. You tell me. How should I prove my loyalty to you?"
Pablo smiled. He was waiting for this moment.
"It’s simple. To prove your loyalty…" Pablo leaned forward in his chair and looked Draxus straight in the eyes.
"Sever your entire right hand for me."