further.”
Karina began to read. Vil described in detail how he arrived at the Castle that ill-fated day and didn’t find anyone in the main hall. How he read Arel's note, how he found the will.
“Pass it,” Arel said quickly. “I don't want to listen to this!”
“And I'm already wondering,” said Lis.
“It's too personal, Lis,” Arel retorted. “It's none of your business.”
Karina dutifully skipped Vil’s outpourings on the topic of brotherly love and moved on to the story of how Vil found Enriki unconscious in the room. Vil described what happened in bright colors, and the friends froze, listening to how he injected water into Enriki’s vein to dilute the concentration of the poison, how he took him to the doctor and how Enriki survived thanks to Vil’s feat and the fact that he was not taken aback at a critical moment.
“And Kors lied to me that Enriki had overdosed,” Arel said quietly.
“I don't think he knew,” Karina tried to protect her father. “Vil writes that Caspar Janti kept everything a secret.”
Then Vil told how he met Zara. And Lis laughed:
“Zara! I remember that stripper whore!”
“Here he writes that they fell in love at first sight,” said Karina. She also remembered Zara, but was not sure what to tell about it.
“I don't want to hear anything about Zara!” Arel said too nervously, according to Karina, and she didn’t understand him. She wanted to answer him:
“Yes, Arel, I don’t want to hear anything about Zara either.” But she said:
“Arel, you tell me to skip everything. What then is the point of reading? How do we get news from the city? There is a lot about Zara and more…”
Then Vil told how Zara helped him and introduced him to very good people. How Morgan Talas began to help him and how they hold the Castle and Upper. And all the time he noted how great he was and how Arel can be proud of him.
At some point, looking up from reading, Karina looked at her friends and, seeing their bored faces, could not stand it, laughed:
“Arel, there are ten pages of layouts: all regulations, payments, income, expenses and accounting. Should I read?”
Arel, who was sitting with his hand on his cheek, shuddered:
“Eh? Of course not! Let it all go to hell! All this shit!”
Nikto held out his hand:
“Give it here, Karina, I'll figure it out. And I'll write Las what to do next.”
“Will you write it yourself?” Arel asked hopefully.
“Myself. Take it easy.”
“Right here, at the end,” said Karina, and her voice trembled:
“The lies about Enriki's death were revealed, and he, his sister Mily, doctor Caspar Janti and other accomplices were arrested and will be brought to trial. This was done by Leonardo, who now took over as Vitor Kors, and we could not do anything…”
“What?” Arel barely uttered, he put his hand on his throat, as if something prevented him from speaking, and looked questioningly at Nikto.
“Are you sure, Nik, that everything is going according to plan?” He asked carefully and with excitement.
And Nikto smiled torturedly:
“Yes.”
“It was easier to pretend to be a lamb, wasn't it, Nik?” Lis said, looking closely at the upset Nikto. “No expectations from you. And now we've put everything on you. And we are waiting for the results. Don't let us down!”
“Don’t be afraid of anything!” Nikto said firmly. “You are just people, and your fear will get you nowhere.”
“Are these the words of a Demon or a human?” Lis asked and smiled as he had not smiled for a long time. And, opening his mouth, showed them the tip of his tongue, which was now bifurcated, like the sting of a snake.
And Nikto turned away.
“Enriki’ss girl, Agatha, turned out to be alive, she served Caspar Janti in the hospital until his arrest, and later was sent to an orphanage in the “Lower City”. Agatha escaped from the shelter and returned to our Castle. Zara likes her a lot and allowed her to pick up a kitten. The kitty has grown up and has now brought three kittens,” Karina read, but, looking up and seeing the expression on their faces, stopped short.
Nikto had studied Vil’s report for a couple of hours and wrote a response to him and Morgan Talas. And Prince Arel was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep, and now he drank, then smoked, then admired his Nik, then tossed and turned from side to side. Finally, he could not resist:
“Nik?”
“Yes. What? Arel, I'm a little busy, you see. I'll fuck you later. Be patient.”
“I am not talking about that…”
“Come on! And what about then?” Nikto spoke distantly, without taking his eyes off the notes.
“Will you… will you take revenge on Leonardo? He… he… did a lot of harm to me. And Enriki and Mily, and this favorite doctor of yours. So? The one who saved you from death and from whom you studied. Is that so?”
Nikto looked up, looking up from the papers:
“Everyone will get what they deserve,” he said very seriously. “Don't worry, Arel.”
He looked down at the papers again.
And Arel sighed, he lay on the bed and looked at the ceiling. And his face was sad, as if he was remembering or thinking about something bad.
“The devil is perfectly aware of his weakness and impotence. He understands that he has no real power to influence people. That is why he tries to persuade them to cooperate, to assist. Having found a weak point in a person, he tries to influence him in one way or another, and often he succeeds. First of all, the devil wants us to fear him, thinking that he has real power. And if a person falls for this bait, he becomes vulnerable and susceptible to “demonic arrows”, that is, those arrows that the devil and demons shoot into the soul of a person.
Mily looked gratefully at Vil, Zara, Morgan Talas and his friends who stood next to her in the Temple of the Gods.
“How can I thank you?! For saving me from prison and finding laws that made me innocent!”
Vil looked at her with an affectionate smile.
“Mily, don't thank us. Thank our Gods, they saved you!”
“Yes, yes!” Mily warmly supported, folding her hands in a prayer gesture. “I, too, will go to the Temple now, like you, and thank the Gods, and pray to them for the salvation of my precious Enriki!”
She looked with benevolent lust at the preacher, who continued his sermon to the audience.
“The entrance of the devil into
