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The next time Pablo entered the mist, he was sure that it would be the last time as well.

The mist would die. He was confident in himself.

'I hope you are right.' Cupid was a hopeful Angel.

Pablo stopped talking with her and finally entered the main room of the King.

Pablo didn't look around the room as he had no interest in that and the King was at the end of the room, on his throne which was just a big fancy couch.

Behind him were four high Dukes.

Pablo darted his eyes on Jamal and Jamal gave him a scornful look in return.

'Why does he hate me so much? Just because I didn't agree to give the King the credit for removing the mist?'

'Did you not see anything about it in his memories?' Cupid asked.

'No. I saw many things in his memories but I saw no reason why he wants the credit for removing the mist.'

'Then you have no choice but to wait.'

'Yeah.'