Pablo said the reason for the white mist was none other than the King himself.
After saying that, Pablo clenched his fists. He was ready for landing blows if it came to that.
'Don't be angry, king. I will take Draxus' revenge myself.'
Pablo made a little distance with the King and the King had his head low. He was looking down.
"You are right." The King spoke.
"Hmm?" Pablo asked again.
The King looked up.
"The mist really took place because of me." He said again.
Pablo sighed in relief.
'At least he is cool headed. No wonder he was chosen as the King instead of Draxus' father.'
"You know what I am talking about, my lord?" Pablo asked.
"You are talking about the incident from five years ago, right?"
"Yes."
"I knew it. That decision was bad."
"No. The decision wasn't bad, my lord. The consequence was bad." Pablo corrected.
"Don't flatter me, Pablo. I know what I did to the slum."
