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How can he be
safe if we are not by his side?! Who is protecting him now,
anyway?! What do you think, Raul? Who are you to assess the level
of his security? Not only you, how can Pascal know whether he is
safe? What do the two of you know about that? You’ve been under my
protection for years, shielded by my guys and you think that it is
a given. I demand that you immediately take us to Pascal! Turn this
plane around!” Liam started towards the pilots’ cabin.
Margot got in front of him. “Back
off, Liam! Back off!”
“What’s with you Margot? So you’ve
known the entire time! You lied to us too! How could you?! How can
you leave Pascal to someone else?!”
“I didn’t know, Liam, I didn’t. I
too am hearing all this for the first time. We’re all very upset.
And scared. We all love Pascal. We all equally care about him. But
we’re not the only ones. Millions of people love him. That man
means a lot to millions. And neither we here, in this campaign, in
his team, nor all those people would know about him had it not been
for Raul. Raul motivated him to start the struggle for freedom for
all people, to become our leader, to become the meaning, the hope.
No one in this world knows Pascal like Raul does. No one respects
and loves Pascal like Raul does. None of us understand what Pascal
actually represents, and what is the scope of this… like Raul does.
That is why I’m ordering you… yes, you heard well, I’m ordering you
to sit down and to listen quietly to what Raul has to tell
us.”
“What is he eating now? Who’s
cooking for him?” wept Citra, Raul’s distant cousin and Pascal’s
personal cook. “He’s picky… he can’t eat just anything…”
“Citra, calm down, Citra… Don’t
overreact,” said Raul. “Pascal isn’t a child. He’ll eat something.
You cook for him… I mean, of course you cook the best and he likes
it best when you prepare something for him. But… that’s primarily
for security. So that we’re sure that no one has gone near his
food… that no one’s touched it, you understand?”
“There!” Liam exploded again. “And
now, Raul, how can you know now who all is near his food?
How?!”
“People, people… friends… Do you
think it’s easy for me? But that is only until the elections, and
after…”
“Why until the elections?” Margot
was surprised. “Isn’t the most important thing that we are together
and that we make appearances, that we are present publicly every
moment until the elections?”
“Margot, allow me… I’m trying to
say what happened… Why we made this decision.”
“OK, OK… I apologize,
Raul.”
Everyone was quiet. Only Citra was
still sniffling.
Chapter 29
Babe was extremely pleased with
herself. Having transformed herself into the flag of Earth she
reminded Prince of what he had grown accustomed to since he was a
child. What was implied. She reminded him of who he actually
was:
Prince Kaella, heir to the most
magnificent throne in the history of mankind. Ruler of everything
that exists. Having reminded him of his infinite power she injected
him with the strongest dose of aphrodisiac. Directly into the vein.
Judging by his reaction she had exceeded even her wildest
expectations.
Babe started her interview with
this great feeling of self-confidence.
“Dear viewers, it is my great honor
to host on my show two men, father and son, two of the greatest
persons today,” said Babe, looking directly into the
camera.
After that introduction she turned
to Mr. Kaella.
“Mr. Kaella, good day.”
“Good day to you too, Miss Babe,
and of course, to your viewers,” Mr. Kaella said with a great
smile.
“Greetings to you too, Mr. Prince
Kaella.”
“Good day,” Prince greeted her
too.
“Dear viewers, as you yourself have
noticed, we are in the Kaella family submarine and we are sailing
towards one of the numerous submerged cities. You can send your
answer to the question which city it is to the number