The Hidden King

Chapter 32

Berk rode alone to the secluded rear of the canyon villa, where a faint path, barely discernible amidst the woods, wound its way into the dense, shadowy depths of the forest beyond. Securing his horse, he ventured forth into the solitude of the woods. At the end of the winding path lay a stone cottage, enveloped in creeping vines, its presence almost elusive from a distance.

After ensuring the coast was clear, Berk swiftly approached the door of the stone cottage. Retrieving an ancient key, he unlocked the door with a gentle hand, revealing darkness within. Upon emerging some time later, empty-handed, he carefully secured the door once more, meticulously erasing any trace of his presence before departing from the stone abode.

In the interrogation chamber of the municipal council, Gabriel found himself under Liam's scrutiny. Liam regarded the old man with a tinge of sorrow, once a prominent figure in the city, now stripped not only of his elder status but also tarnished in reputation, with slim chances of ever residing within the city-state of Laurence again.

Gabriel staunchly denied any involvement in the embezzlement of the treasury, deflecting blame by attributing his actions to directives from the former leader, Kenny, claiming his role was merely an oversight. Liam chuckled softly, "Mr. Gabriel, even if you refuse to acknowledge it, the populace is not easily deceived. Are you not apprehensive about facing the wrath of the people?" Gabriel flinched but remained silent. Liam continued, "However, there is a proposition on the table. If you cooperate, we are willing to placate the public and ensure the safety of your family outside the city walls, even allowing you to retain your personal belongings."

Meeting Liam's gaze, Gabriel felt a pang in his heart at the other man's unwavering resolve. Was being expelled from the city in such a humiliating manner truly the best course for him and his family? Yet, if he chose not to comply, confronted with the embezzlement he had committed, the repercussions would undoubtedly be dire.

Gabriel hoarsely inquired, "What do you propose?" Liam brandished the parchment scroll in his hand, "You will serve as a witness, attesting to Kenny's culpability in Joseph's murder. As per our intelligence, the vial of poison used in the deed was provided by you, and Kenny confided in you about his scheme to frame Joseph and subsequently eliminate him." Beads of cold sweat formed on Gabriel's brow; these were conversations shared in confidence, how did Liam come by this knowledge?

"Berk, who provided false testimony for Kenny, has come forward, leaving Kenny in a precarious position. It would be prudent for you to sever ties with him," Liam stated icily. Gabriel sighed, realizing he had little choice in the matter now.

Annina received a mysterious letter at the canyon villa, devoid of any signature, simply requesting a clandestine meeting at the forest lake gazebo late into the night. Annina recognized it as Kenny's handiwork. In the past, when Kenny held sway as the leader, they often rendezvoused there. Now, however, it could mark a crucial turning point.

Nevertheless, Annina honored the appointment. As anticipated, in the moonlit serenity of the forest lake gazebo, a dark silhouette danced upon the rippling waters—it was Kenny. Observing her composed approach, Kenny couldn't help but admire her courage.

"I've pondered deeply," Kenny broke the silence, his gaze locked onto Annina's captivating visage, the very countenance that once ensnared him in fervent obsession. "All my missteps stem from our union. Were it not for you, I wouldn't find myself at this juncture today."

Annina, unruffled, offered a disdainful smile. "Why not consider that these errors trace back to your virtuous wife's pursuit of truth on your behalf?"

"No, it began with meeting you," Kenny asserted resolutely. His tone remained tranquil, devoid of remorse. He simply stated a conclusion, characteristic of his nature; he harbored no regrets.