Chapter Twenty: The King of Evil

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"You are doing well." The cold voice of Kaywick seemed to echo around the empty tavern.

Tom stood up.

"Those foolish girls always get the better off me." Kaywick hissed venomesly. "But, with you as a spy, we will be unstoppable."

"Yes." Tom agreed. "There's just one problem."

"What?!" Snapped Kaywick.

"Are you sure She won't foil our plans again."

"Give me her name."

"She has many sir." Tom answered.

"All of them!" Kaywick cried.

"Scathach, Scatty, Scathach The Shadow, The Warrior Maid, Kingmaker, Demon Slayer, and The Weapon Master." Tom answered.

"Scatty?!" He cried. "What kind of name is that?!"

"It's a nickname."

"Well Duh!?" Kaywick exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"Well what are we going to do?" Tom asked.

"I have a wicked and amazing plan." Kaywick cackled. "Oh yes, a wicked evil genius plan. AND NO ONE WILL SPOIL IT!" He screamed the last few words with such ferocity that Tom shrank back into the shadows. 

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