The Last Confessor Episode 21

(She’s the last of her kind….)

By: Kebby NG

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King Caesar sat on his throne, his eyes fixed on the door as King Miley walked in, the red sisters behind him.

There was a cold expression on the faces of both Kings as each had separate thoughts in mind – separate silent thoughts.

“Finally” Caesar breathed out and stood up when Miley was clsoe enough. “I can’t believe I’m having you here in my Kingdom, Miley. It’s a great pleasure”.

“The pleasure’s all mine, Caesar. Hope I didn’t interrupt anything?” Miley asked.

“Of course, not. And even if you did, I’m pretty sure it can wait. Please, come with me. The table’s all set” Caesar pointed his hand out to the table of assorted meals and Miley followed him.

The two Kings took their seats, facing each other and the maids who’d already been waiting started serving them immediately.

“I hope you had a smooth journey?” Caesar asked as he watched a maid pour some wine.

“Definitely, I did. Although, close to the landscape, the journey was a little rough” Miley answered.

“Ah! Those damn scapes. I apologise for that, Miley. I’m seriously working on having it fixed. I hope you can forgive that”

“Of course. Of course”.

They took their cups of wine first and gulped it down.

“I must confess, Caesar. You have the best wine makers in history” Miley commended and Caesar only chuckled.

Miley was a bit older than him, but tht didn’t stop him from having a killer look.

They started eating, bringing little discussions along the way, but even with that, both Kings knew what was coming.

“I hope you weren’t disturbed with the message from the red sisters yesterday?” King Miley decided it was high time he brought the topic.
They couldn’t go on with irrelevant chit chats for long.

“Of course, I wasn’t, Miley. As a matter of fact, I love it because….it made me aware of something I didn’t know about” Caesar said and drank from his cup.

There was a brief silence.

“The confessor’s one pretty lady, you know?” Miley continued.
“And every man would sure want to have her. If not for her powers, I’m sure she’d have been married by now” he paused and chuckled.

“I had my eyes on her as well – paid her father awesomely so he could sell her to me. But old man was too carefless and she slipped away from his hand, ran away from him. And I lost her”.

“But…you knew she had been staying in the confessor’s camp, didn’t you?” Caesar suddenly asked, making his eyes thin.

“She spent years in the confessor’s camp, yet you did nothing to get her. Nothing at all. Why’s that?”

“Well, I couldn’t just go the confessor’s camp, attack them and nab one of their own, Caesar. That’d have been more like a death sentence” Miley’s voice was a bit husky.

“But, I did” Caesar shrugged and touched his lower lip with his thumb.

“I attacked the confessor’s camp and killed every one of them, Miley. I didn’t get a death sentence. So, it wasn’t impossible”.

Miley stared silently at him.

“Besides,” Caesar continued, taking up his wooden cup of wine.
“After the confessor’s camp was attakfed and destroyed, Isabelle had been on the run, hiding from me. She was alone and vulnerable, Miley. Why didn’t you find her and get her for yourself?”

Silence – that was all that met Caesar’s words.

King Miley could feel his chest burning already.

“I did all the work, Miley” he went on.
“I destroyed the confessor’s camp, captured the last confessor, caged her powers with a Rada’Han. And now that she’s humble and vulnerable, you suddenly show up and want me to hand her over like I’m so errand boy?”
He scoffed and leaned forward, making his gaze close enough to Miley. Then, he whispered:
“Are you kidding me?”

Miley’s face was already thick and swollen with rage. His brows were knitted

“In essence, Caesar, what’re you trying to say?” He asked, his cold eyes on him.

Caesar drank from his cup and leaned back on his chair.

“I’m pretty sure even a child can read the codes” he smiled.
“She’s mine, Miley. And I’m not handing her over”.

There was a stunned silence – a stretched one.

“I won’t take that for an answer, Caesar” Miley groaned.
“I need her”.

“And I’m tellokg you – I’m not handing her over. I worked hard to get her. So, she stay with me”. Caesar replied.

“Name your price. What do you want, Caesar? So you can release her to me?”

Caesar chuckled and poured himself more wine.

“You should know me too well, Miley. I can’t be paid – never. Not even with your life”.

That was it! It was a slap to Miley’s face.

He grunted and stood on his feet immediately.

“Okay then. You’ve made your decision. I hope you can take whatever’s coming” he said between gritted teth and Caesar smiled.

“That question should be meant got you, Miley. I hope you can finish whatever you start”.

Miley glared hard at him and with his hands crossed on his back, he marched away.

The red sisters who’d been standing in front of the throne, glanced at Caesar before following their King behind.

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Isabelle was restless even when she worked in the kitchen.

She had mistakenly hurt her finger with a knife while working on some leaves. Damn! She couldn’t concentrate.

What could Caesar and Miley be talking about? Oh! What a stupid question!

Of course, they were talking about her. But the problem is – would Caesar hand her over? Would Miley take her away?

Oh! Miley, she’s heard of all the terrible things he’s done. She’s heard of how cruel he was and couldn’t imagine her self being with someone like him. At a point, she felt Caesar was better.

“He’s leaving!” One of the maids suddenly gasped and Isabelle flinched.

Leaving?

She dropped what she was doing and ran to the window immediately.

Oh! Sh*t? King Miley was really leaving! He was leaving!

What happened? Didn’t he take her? Did he, perhaps, came to an agreement with the King?

Oh! So many questions flashed through her mind. What happened in there??

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King Miley sat angrily in the carriage, his hands fisted on his robe

Agh!!! He hated it. He hated everything and felt like putting his anger on anyone – anyone at all that’d upset him.

“Caesar completely lacks respect” the red sister beside him said.

There were just two in the charriot with him while the rest rode behind.

“The nerves of him to turn you down without a second thought”.

“What’re you going to do, My King? Are you letting the confessor go?” The second sister asked.

“Never!!” He roared immediately. “never will I let that happen. I always get what I want, Miriam. I never lose. And for what Caesar just did today, I’ll make sure he pays dearly”.
He paused and fumed.

“He’s holding a party two days from now, right?” He asked.

“Yes. He calls it a successful party” one of the sisters replied and he scoffed.

“The singer – Salome – she’ll be present, right?” He asked.

“Yes, My King” the sister replied, wondering what was going on in his mind.

“This would be her first time coming to the Kingdom of Gaza. So, apparently, Caesar hasn’t seen her before” he noted.

Then,a dark smile crept into his face.

“I’ll make sure this is the last party Caesar ever holds” he mumbled to himself.
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