"You are Damascus Maverick."
Pablo said that while looking at Jamal. So, was he calling Jamal as Damascus?
"What are you on about?" Jamal retorted.
"I am saying you are not Jamal Fuhrer. You are Damascus Maverick." Pablo said the sa thing as before.
Before Jamal could say anything more, Pablo looked at the King.
"And you are not Damascus. You are Jamal Fuhrer."
The King’s brows shot up.
"I.. I don’t know what you are talking about." The King refuted as well.
"Just because you killed the Demon it doesn’t give you the right to say whatever you want." Jamal said.
Pablo looked at him.
He said nothing and snapped his fingers again.
WHOOSH!
Soone appeared in the basent.
Pablo teleported one more person and it was…..
"What is it, Czar?"
Draxus Maverick.
Jamal and the King both looked at the boy and Jamal was the one who clenched his fist.
The King showed no special reaction but Jamal was certainly angry.
"What is the aning of this? This is the son of the traitor of this Kingdom. He should die." Jamal said.
Pablo smiled. "Why are you bothered more than the King? You are just a high Duke, right?"
Jamal gritted his teeths.
"I am loyal to this kingdom. Of course I will be angry."
Pablo rolled his eyes. "Alright. I will spell it out loud."
He looked Jamal in the eye and pointed his finger at him.
And with absolute authority, he revealed :
"You are the King of the Forza Kingdom."
Everyone in the basent heard that and even Adolf showed a shocked reaction to that.
Draxus was also taken aback and all of them watched Pablo for explanation.
Jamal opened his mouth.
But Pablo raised his hand.
"Shut up. I will tell everything."
Everyone stayed silent and Pablo began talking.
"Draxus’ father tried to kill the King who was his younger brother. But little did he know, it was soone else."
Pablo explained as he stared at Jamal.
"Draxus’ grandfather was sure that he would make Damascus, his younger son, the next King and he was also sure that his eldest son would try to kill Damascus. So the grandfather used his brain and ca up with an idea."
"What was it?" Draxus asked.
Pablo answered :
"Your grandfather hid his original younger son and used a random baby to present everyone as his younger son."
Everyone except Jamal and the King raised their brows.
Pablo carried on.
"So, ti went on and both the random baby and the original younger son grew up. The grandfather made sure his original younger son remains hidden. And as ti went on, the day to appoint a new King ca.
The grandfather first decided to retire a high Duke. After that, he announced the random baby, which, for everyone, was the youngest son, as the new King of the kingdom.
And after that, he announced his real younger son, as the new high duke of the King.
People clapped and no one got to know what was happening.
The random baby was none other than Jamal Fuhrer who was made the King. And the real younger son was Damascus Maverick.
The grandfather had switched their nas so Jamal beca Damascus and Damascus beca Jamal.
And this plot of your grandfather is going on till this date.
Only the grandfather, the real Jamal who is the current fake King, and the real Damascus who is the current fake high duke, knew about this. Only three people."
Pablo finished the long explanation and watched the faces of both Jamal and Damascus.
Though, the most shocked ones were Adolf and Draxus.
"What the fuck was that? Was that a real thing?" Draxus asked.
"Yes. It’s completely true. I know it. I know it all."
"Okay. So," Adolf spoke for the first ti since he was teleported. "The one who is the King for all these years is just a puppet King. He isn’t Damascus Maverick but the random baby, Jamal Fuhrer?"
"Yes." Pablo affird.
"And the one who is the high duke, Jamal Fuhrer, is the real king?" Adolf asked another thing.
"Yes. And he is the one who recomnded you for the military. He sees potential in you and he wants soone of his own in the military so he thought it would be nice to use you for that." Pablo revealed one more thing.
"I don’t know what’s going on. I will stay quiet until this is over." Adolf kind of gave up.
Pablo couldn’t care less.
"So, Czar, you are saying that my father tried to kill soone who wasn’t even the real King?" Draxus asked.
"Yes. And he was ordered to death for that as well. All the decisions this puppet King took was never once his, the real king was this high duke and he took every decision."
"But why hide all this? I an, I can understand why grandfather hid his new born younger son for safety but why hide him after the son got stronger. He could have protected himself. There was no need for a puppet King." Draxus posed another question.
Pablo answered fast.
"Your grandfather knew your father would try to attack the King so he waited for that attack to happen. And when it happened, the grandfather had planned to eradicate all your family so that no one is left to harm the King.
Your father and mother died but you got away, and before dying, your father had killed your grandfather.
So the real younger son was confused about what to do. And in the end, he decided to continue the drama of the puppet King.
He decided to end you as well and after killing you, only then he will be safe. He was sure that you would co back for your father’s revenge.
So before that, he will kill you and will finally take his rightful throne.
But no matter how hard the real younger son tried, he just couldn’t find you and the fake plot ran so long.
All in all, the real younger son didn’t want to beco the King until he was sure that no one would co to attack him secretly."
Pablo stopped talking and before anyone could say sothing..
"And now I finally found you…" Jamal, no, the real younger son Damascus Maverick finally spoke and his gaze went to Draxus.
The real King wasted no ti and snapped his fingers.
And with the snapping of his fingers…
Ti stopped.
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