For some reason, the questions bothered the boy so much that he had almost made him broken into a sweat. Uncomfortably, he looked everywhere but at Iblis and cleared his throat. ‘Why so many question, Your Highness? Have I done something to offend you? I sliced my arm in the laboratory when I was assembling the parts. It is a tough job! That woman isn’t dead…not yet! And about my brother…’ His voice trailed out in messes of stuttering.
‘He doesn’t want to reveal it to the world. It’s between us. I can only tell that he is rich and successful and he has a goodwill to maintain. Any rumours of our past can ruin his career. I hope you can forgive me if I am disobeying the throne. It’s matter of privacy, your highness!’
‘Oh, it certainly is!’ Iblis challenged in an under laced taunting
