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Chapter 6

King Canton's eyes were staring intensely back at Errot's . Emerald green against light amber. Dark against gold.

Errot suddenly felt numb to the core. He kept looking through them, eager to find an emotion, a feeling or maybe a piece of life but all he was met with was emptiness, cold and death. Those eyes belong to a man that has seen too much. King Canton has already lived eleven lives . And he remembers all of them. Every little detail. Every memory, every person, every loss. He is drained and damaged and that is heavily portrayed on his eyes. Anyone can actually see it. The only thing they need to do is look behind his smirk, that façade.

His raven black hair were cut short, right above his ears. Soft coal-shaded curls were falling on his face here and there but they were being kept on place by his golden crown. He had a sinful sneer on his face, making him look amused and evil at the same time.

"Name." Canton ordered.

Errot didn't break the eye contact because that would imply that he's weak and afraid and that's exactly how king Canton wanted him to be. Instead, he put on a brave face and hoped that his voice wouldn't break when he spoke.

"Errot White"

King Canton's face turned stone cold for mere seconds and then he snickered mockingly. "Errot White" he repeated his name as if to taste how the words sounded on his lips. "So, you and your little girlfriend basically just questioned my spy's exceptional abilities. Is that right? "

"With all due respect, your highness, but if your spy can't figure out that you're being stalked, does he really have exceptional abilities? " As soon as this whole sentence left Errot's mouth, he immediately regretted ever saying it but it was too late to take it back now.

Canton raised both of his eyebrows in slight shock . He looked startled by Errot's response, probably not something he's used to hearing.

He turned his head around and briefly glanced at a person in the back and then redirected his attention at Errot. His previous sneer was back on his face, possible amusement now replacing shock. Or so Errot thought.

His next words seemed out of place and totally unrelated to the subject and they were words that would keep Errot awake for a good amount of nights after that.

Canton kept that devious smirk on his face the whole time he was talking, his tone calm and steady, dark and furious. "I find it uncanny how you have the nerve to look at me in the eye for so long and pretend to be someone you're not. What happened? Did my spell wore off? Did you break it, somehow?" He pressed the sword deeper into his skin, forcing Errot to lean his head further back. Errot winced a bit at the pain but then he frowned.

"King Canton, forgive me but I really don't know what you're talking about"

Canton's smirk was now nowhere to be found. It was replaced by an expression Errot found very difficult to read. He wasn't sure if what he saw on Canton's face was anger, confusion, sadness, relief, none or all of the above. He only knew one thing. He was ultimately bewildered.

Canton stayed silent, staring Errot up and down, examining every single detail of his face and expression. He looked like he was trying so hard to find an answer to a question Errot had no clue about. Few seconds later and he scoffed, dropping the sword down in a quick motion. "Okay that's enough. We can continue our staring contest never, drop your eyes to the floor again" King Canton commanded while walking back to sit on his throne. Errot briefly glanced at an equally confused Oda and then followed the King's order.

Once Canton was seated, he leaned his head against his hand and took a breath, his eyes never leaving Errot.
"Now, where were we? Oh, right. Back to when you were bashing Santos. Continue."
He dead-panned, pulled one of his knives out of his arm sleeve and started turning it around his finger.