Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil-Chapter 223: The Next Time

The Woman had told Pablo and Boulder everything she knew but there was one thing that she never shared.

Her name.

And Pablo whispered that very same word beside her ear.

Monica Veronica. Her name.

She went wide eyed after hearing it, her gaze asking for a reason.

"How? How? I never told you my na-"

"Die."

TISS!!

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnggghhhhhhhhh!!"

Monica screamed with all her being as Pablo emptied the jar of the acid on her body.

Pablo was doing it slowly and he was also making sure that no drop fell on himself.

Pablo didn’t let Monica finish her question of how he knew her name and her skin burnt layer by layer.

She was drenched with acid and she was long dead in just thirty seconds but Pablo emptied the full jar on her anyway.

And in another thirty seconds, the jar was fully empty and Monica’s result was not good.

Only one long bone of her leg was left. Everything decomposed. The Vampire Woman was no more. She was finally dead.

The cell was filled with a stench of burnt corpse and the acid’s fragrance sting the nostrils of both Pablo and Boulder.

The bone of Monica’s leg was lying on the floor of the Cell and the chains binding the body of Monica were also no more.

[ Ding! ]

’Hmm?’ Pablo’s system rang.

[ The person whose Ego you copied is no more. Hence, the Ego you have will also vanish! ]

’Oh. Makes sense.’ Pablo didn’t mind it. He had no need for the Woman’s ego anyway.

"You should have just killed her. Why the acid?" Boulder asked.

Pablo gazed at him. "Are you feeling bad?"

"Of course not. It’s just that she cooperated with us. You should have given her a simple death."

"Well, the acid was going to be wasted. So I used it for a cause. Don’t fret."

"You are a strange one." Boulder could only say that. Pablo evaporated a Woman just so the acid wasn’t wasted. Only a psychopath would do that.

Pablo couldn’t care less about Boulder’s views as he turned around.

The bone was still left on the ground and Pablo spared it no glance.

"Let’s go. We only have two weeks before the attack. So much preparation needs to be done."

Boulder nodded. He agreed with Pablo.

Pablo then looked at the writer who vomited in the corner of the room seeing the destruction of Monica.

He was panting but he was now in the position to talk and walk.

"Give that to me. And if I find any mistake, you will bathe in acid as well."

"No, sire. There is no mistake. I wrote word to word. The questions and answers. Everything." The man answered. He didn’t meet Pablo’s gaze as he gave the copy to Pablo.

Pablo took it and the man dashed out of the room after that. His work was done.

Pablo stored the copy inside his right bracelet.

"Let’s leave." He said.

Boulder concurred and left the cell.

Pablo followed him.

"I have arrived from the above but now I am exiting normally. Why is that?"

"This is an underground cell for the criminals and people who had done wrong to the Kingdom. You arrived from the ceiling of that cell because the King allowed you to. That’s all. You don’t need to know. And to leave, everyone has to walk like this normally."

"Sure."

Pablo just asked that out of curiosity. He wasn’t writing a book about the castle anyway.

They both walked on a straight path lit by the torches on the wall.

And on Pablo’s either side, cells were there like rooms.

All the cells were the same as where Monica was and inside all of them were people.

No one was tied like Monica though.

Inside each cell a metal chair was placed and all the prisoners were sitting on it.

All of them stared at Pablo with their hollowed, lifeless, murderous eyes as he walked past them.

’That’s the look of a criminal right there. Do I also look like that?’ Pablo wondered.

’No. You look a hundred times worse than them.’ Cupid gave the answer.

’Thanks.’

’That wasn’t a compliment.’

Pablo ignored her and with Boulder, he reached stairs that reached a door a little high.

But just at the start of the stairs, ten men were standing.

"You guys are waiting for your money, right?" Pablo asked.

"Yes, my lord. Money and gratitude. We want to thank you for giving us such a chance. I was afraid I would never get to touch a Woman." One man spoke on the behalf of others.

"I don’t want to hear your story. Boulder, give them a good amount of money and send them away."

"Don’t order me."

Boulder took out some heavy thick pouches, crackling with coins, and gave one to each man.

The men took it and they left the underground cell.

Pablo then began to climb the stairs as well. Now Boulder was behind him.

"Tell the King to set up a meeting. We need to discuss the plans." Pablo said.

"Like I said, don’t order me."

"I am asking you, man. Don’t mind it."

Boulder sighed.

"There is no need to call his highness. He will meet in his room. I already told him that we are coming. Let me walk forward. I will guide you."

Pablo gave way to Boulder and now Boulder was in front of Pablo.

They both climbed the stairs and Pablo was vigilant. He didn’t want Boulder to fall on him. He would be splattered like water on the floor if that happened.

Nevertheless, that didn’t happen and they both finally left the underground cell.

Boulder walked in long strides and Pablo matched the speed.

They both walked side by side and Pablo looked like a henchman of Boulder.

"How are you so bulked up?" Pablo asked.

"I won’t share it."

"Fine."

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"I lift weights and eat ten times a day."

’He answered anyway.’

"That’s good. Keep it up." Pablo expected such a diet.

"I can train you if you want."

"No thanks. I do my own training."

"Hmm? You don’t look like it. You are skinny."

"I want speed and agility more than strength. You won’t get it."

"Fair enough."

Boulder stopped talking and they climbed stairs after stairs.

’We are probably going on the top floor of the castle.’

Pablo guessed as they were climbing stairs for a while now.

Pablo occasionally glanced out of the windows placed on the walls and he saw how high he was.

And talking about high, Cupid remembered something.

’Why did you ask for drugs from the King? You didn’t use it on the Woman. And why did you keep them with you? Do you like them?’

’You saw that?’ Pablo asked.

’Yes. When you picked up the jar of the acid, you stored the box of the drugs inside your bracelet.’ Cupid saw that.

’They will come in handy. I am sure. And I like them but I don’t use them. On myself, that is.’

’So you will use it on others?’

’Time will tell.’

Pablo had no target to use drugs on for now.

Boulder and he climbed one more set of stairs and when they reached the end, they finally encountered a door in front of them.

A door embroidered with gold.

"No hallway here, huh." Pablo said.

"Yes. Behind the door is the room of his highness."

"The room must be big then."

"It’s the biggest room of the castle. The whole top floor of the castle is his highness’ room."

"Good for him. Just open the door."

Boulder did it and entered the room first.

Pablo did the same and now they were both inside the room of the King.

And Pablo wouldn’t call it a room. That was a house.

The room had a corridor and a high ceiling on which a shiny chandelier hung.

The floor was covered with red carpet and a sweet elegant royal smell danced around the room.

There were doors all around the place and Pablo was sure behind the doors were various rooms.

Pablo paid no mind to the other doors though. He just walked forward as the biggest door was a little far in front of him. And he believed the King was behind that.

However, Boulder held his hand.

"Not yet." He said.

"Why?"

"First we need to clean ourselves and change our shoes. Go to the bathroom."

Boulder opened one of the doors and threw Pablo inside.

After that, he himself went to one of the doors.

"What was that?" Pablo didn’t understand.

"The King must prefer cleanliness like you. Clean yourself and get it done." Cupid shared her thoughts.

Pablo shook his head and did what Boulder wanted from him.

After five minutes, he came out and Boulder was already standing in front of him with his bulky armor and new black shoes.

"Wear the shoes. And we are good to go."

Pablo slid his feet inside another pair of the black shoes placed on the floor and finally walked towards the biggest door.

Boulder walked behind him now and Pablo stood in front of the big door.

"I don’t know how long this mist will stay." Cupid expressed her discontent.

’Don’t worry, Angel. The next time I enter the mist…’

Pablo placed his palm on the door and pushed the door open.

He saw the King sitting at the end of the room, on his throne and before stepping inside, Pablo finished telling Cupid that the next time he enters the mist…

’Will be the last time as well.’