Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 207: Challenge

Pablo gave a long speech. He tried his best to cover everything that could evoke the sentiments of the residents of the Glory city.

He mixed in some lies but he had done such a thing many times. He just wanted the support of the people. He wanted to appear like he was a man of dignity and he won’t do anything that would harm the Kingdom.

And as Pablo expected…..

"Yess!"

"He is right!"

"He will clear the mist for us!"

"He is the true man!"

The people roared for him and those roars reached the court and that disrupted everything for the King and the high dukes.

Their hearts throbbed against their chest louder than ever and Pablo could only smile.

"So the people are watching this trial as well. You didn’t tell me that, my lord." He said.

"Oh. I didn’t have any reason to. It’s not a big deal. This trial should be seen by people as it will decide whether you will stay here or not." The King replied.

Pablo said nothing.

’You lie well, old man.’

’Why do you think that? Maybe he is telling the truth.’ Cupid asked.

’No. This trial is being shown to the public for showing how much the King cares for his kingdom. They all must have thought I would be speechless in the court as I just lost my assistant and I woke up after one week. They all would prove me guilty and incompetent and I would get thrown out. And the King will be praised because he saved the kingdom from an incompetent person like me.

But little did they know, I only care about myself and I am not going anywhere without clearing the mist. Gathering people for me is working against them. They got bitten by their own plan.’

Pablo explained and Cupid didn’t ask anything as Jamal was about to speak again.

"Your highness, after he set the Woman on fire, he fell on the ground. I saved the Woman and everyone present there including him. If not for me, everyone would have died.

So I am saying what if I wasn’t there? What if I wasn’t there to save him? Everyone would have died. So don’t you think it’s wrong of him? If he was only with the soldiers, then your highness, no one would have returned alive from the mist."

Pablo stepped forward.

"My lord, only because sir Jamal was there did I take that step. If I was alone then I would have used some other way to leave the mist. I wouldn’t have risked my life by fighting with the Woman. And you can’t just create a hypothetical situation and punish me for it."

Jamal stepped forward.

"Alright, your highness. But what about him hiding his white ranked Ego from us? He is the weakest. He shouldn’t even be allowed inside this castle. Slums are a place for the weakest person like him.

He acted all high and mighty while having the weakest rank. He should be punished for hiding his Ego rank from us and for taking on such a big mission while having that rank."

The King looked at Pablo.

"Yes, Pablo. You hid your rank from us. You said you didn’t tell us because we didn’t ask but we didn’t ask because we had no idea that you are the one with the rarest rank. You should have told us that."

Pablo stepped forward. Jamal and him were again standing side by side.

"My lord, if I would have told you about my Ego rank then you wouldn’t have accepted my proposal. You wouldn’t have let me clear the mist. I wanted to clear the mist no matter what. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to save the kingdom, this city and its people. I don’t want anymore people to die. I don’t want more deaths, my lord."

"But your highness, he is the Weakest. The weakest of all. What can he even accomplish with his weak self? He should be thrown out of this city." Jamal was dead set on throwing Pablo out.

’He is right.’ Cupid said.

’Yes. People won’t trust a white rank holder. I can’t even share that I have a Black rank. No one would believe that I have two Egoes. And even if they did, all sorts of questions will arise and I don’t want to share the details of Mimesis Malefica.

This is the city of royals and royals won’t like someone with a white rank. Like Jamal said, they belong to the slums and royals abhor slums.’

’What will you do now?’

’I have to make them believe that I am not weak.’

’How?’

Pablo didn’t answer the Angel.

"My lord, if I am the weakest then how did I manage to burn the Female Vampire?"

"Because he took her off guard. He himself said that." Jamal countered.

Pablo nodded.

"Fair enough. Then I challenge one of the high Dukes standing behind you, my lord."

Everyone raised their brows. That was too sudden.

"You what?" The King asked.

"Yes, my lord. I challenge one of the high dukes standing behind you. I will show my strength to everyone right here, right now."

"Are you serious?" The King asked.

"Yes." Pablo was serious.

"What do you challenge then?"

Pablo raised his right hand in the air.

"Arm wrestling."

"Oho. I suggest we should do that, your highness." Jamal liked it. He was finally smiling.

"Are you really sure, Pablo? High Dukes are one of the strongest people of a kingdom. Do you really want it?" The King asked for confirmation.

"I am sure, my lord. I will do it." Pablo was ready.

"Suit yourself. Who do you choose? Or do you want Jamal?"

"No. Sir Jamal right now is my rival in court. That’s why I challenged the high dukes behind you. Send anyone you want."

"Your highness, you shall choose his opponent just like he is asking you to. And if he loses then he shall leave the Kingdom." Jamal proposed a condition.

The King looked at Pablo.

"Do you agree with Jamal?"

"I am willing to agree. But what if I win? If I am getting something after losing then I should also get something if I win. That’s only fair."

"Right. What do you want?" The King asked. He didn’t want to be unfair in front of the people.

"If I win then I want this trial to end right now and everyone shall obey me at the matter of the white mist. Whatever I say should be a line of stone. That’s all." Pablo posed his condition.

"That’s two conditions. You can only ask for one." The King said.

"If sir Jamal has no problems with my conditions being two then you can also accept it, my lord."

The King looked at Jamal.

"I am fine, my lord. If he is asking for two conditions then I will also ask for two conditions."

"Sure." The King agreed.

Jamal nodded. He looked at Pablo.

"I will pick an opponent for him."

"Sure thing." Pablo was okay with that.

Jamal smiled.

"Then out of the four high dukes standing behind your highness, High Duke Boulder, will be Pablo Castillo’s opponent."

Jamal shared Pablo’s opponent’s name with everyone and a person walked down the stairs of the throne.

A tall burly man with a big head filled with scars descended from the stairs and he stood just in front of Pablo.

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"Is he the one?" Pablo asked.

"Yes. He is High Duke Boulder." Jamal confirmed.

"He is just like his name." Pablo commented. Boulder was way bigger than him.

’This man is calm. He thinks he will win without any problem.’

Boulder’s heartbeat was normal and there was this scary look on his face. Pablo didn’t feel intimidated by it as he had seen enough scary people.

"Prepare the set for arm wrestling. It will decide the fate of this detective." The King ordered and some guards came with the stuff which was only a table.

Boulder placed his right elbow on the table.

’His hand is ten times bigger than mine.’

"What do you eat, big guy?" Pablo jested.

"Detectives." Boulder replied anyway.

Pablo shook his head and placed his right elbow on the table as well.

Boulder then held Pablo’s wrist and Pablo held Boulder’s.

Jamal came towards the table and adjusted the hands of two men.

"The use of Ego is forbidden, my lord. This should be only the test of strength. Sir Jamal wants to see how strong I am and I want to show it. So only physical strength shall be used." Pablo spoke before starting.

"I am fine with that." Boulder was okay.

"Then I don’t mind it as well. No Ego shall be used." The King accepted Pablo’s demand.

"Are you both ready?" Jamal asked.

"Yes." Boulder answered first.

"Yeah." Pablo was also ready.

Jamal was still holding the wrists of both men.

"I will count back till three. The match shall start at one. Alright?"

Both men nodded.

"Three."

Jamal began the count.

"Two."

Everyone held their breaths. The people, the other high dukes, Cupid, Andrezj.

The people always liked to see such things and Pablo was about to give them just that.

And like that, Jamal hollered the last second..

"One! Kill!"