10 Maury Lie Detector

"So what did you feel when you were inside my body?", His voice calms, like this just an ordinary conversation.

But a few moments after that Gerald felt something odd in his body, there suddenly arise unnatural connection between him and the man in front of him.

'This is not curiosity, but a test. Interesting, it's been a long time since someone has tested me'

"So you ask my opinion, Gerald,"

"Please, do not call me Gerald, this is awkward when we have the same name," he talks as he laughed

"Okay then, I'll call you Black, and you can call me True King of Graycastle or The Great Swordsman of Wimbledon,"

"..."

"..."

"I'll just call you Gray,"

"Fair enough,"

'Good poker face. Well, as the legitimate owner of this body, I think you have the right to question me'

Having paused for a moment thinking about everything that happened after he came into this world, he tried to answer Black's question.

"If I have to be honest, this body is very rigid, I can only use a small part of my fighting ability, makes me wonder if you ever train your body Black, besides that there are some particular things that concern me like my unnatural desire to protect Alice. I know that she saved my life, but usually, I do not make the person who saved me as an adoptive sister,"

Gerald looked at Black, his gaze unchanged, he tries to make the man in front of him at least show changes in his facial expression but there was no fluctuation of emotion at all.

Even when he deliberately says about Alice being his foster sister and pausing for a while, giving Black sufficient time to ask, even though he has an excellent poker face, at least he will be tempted and ask what happened.

But no, he is completely silent and has no sign of asking. From the beginning he had a suspicion when looking at hand paintings here, one of them was his portrait and Alice ate wolf meat in front of the cave, the painting was new and even the paint was still wet. But with this, he knew for certain that the guy in front of him could observe what went on even after he "died".

"Besides, I felt an increase in my intelligence and analytical abilities, I knew I was not this smart in my previous life. Oh, and language and writing were not a problem, although the words differed from my previous life, I can still understand the sentences well,"

Gerald did not hide about his previous life, mostly because he knew the man in front of him already knew about it.

From Alice's story and the notes, it's clear that Black is doting Alice very much. But since he came into this house, he never asked about Alice even once.

It's either that he does not care or he already knows about Alice's situation. The first possibility is rather improbable so he quite inclined to the second possibility.

It is highly plausible that all of this arranged by the man in front of him. Before he was thrown here, he had read the first sentence of the letter, the letter indicates Black knew about his existence that emerged after his "death" and before the letter even written

"I guess that's it for now, I need further investigation to form a good inference. Is it sufficient Black? If it is enough, then now is my turn to ask, I have many questions,"

"..., well what's your question?"

"Do you have meditation skills like mine?"

"No, I do not have it,"

Gerald paused, trying to ask him something vague to see if Black would try to hide the fact he could observe Gerald while he was in this house.

But Black did not try to hide it, he answered honestly and concise. Although he felt uncomfortable someone monitored his every movement, he still felt a little calm. From political experience in his previous life, he knew that the man in front of him did not communicate with bad faith. At least for now.

Though Gerald still wants to be sure, he asks once again.

"How can I trust you?"

"It's simple, you must feel the strange connection between us when I ask you earlier, the connection you feel because of my ability. We both can identify lies from each other,"

"Black, try to lie,"

"My name is John and I'm a witch,"

Although there was no change in Gerald's face at the moment he felt a slight discomfort in his belly and his pulse beating a little faster.

"My name is Gerald Wimbledon and every year they sent me to the Coldwind Ridge as Graycastle's force commander to defend against the Demonic beasts' invasion,"

Black paused, guessing what Gerald's want by suddenly saying that. Moments later the tip of his mouth rose, smiling. Knowing Gerald is still skeptical of him and testing if he can find out his lie or not.

"It is true,"

"I have an official wife named Olivia,"

Gerald decided to ask what he had never told Alice.

"Partly true, but official?, I don't think so, you hide your relationship with Olivia,"

"I think Timothy will win at the end of the battle for the royal throne,"

At this moment, Black's forehead creased, looking sharply at Gerald.

"Surprisingly, that's a lie. If what you tell Alice before is correct, then your sentence must be true, but it isn't. Care to tell me why?"

'Well, at least he really can discern lies and truth'

Although the men in front of him say they can know the lies of each other. He still feels skeptical, but even so, he chooses to believe for the moment.

Because at this time Black has no gain to lie about it, especially in the long run.

"I did tell Alice that Timothy had succeeded to set me up, and it was true that he had become a new king, but besides Timothy, I had a few others siblings too, each of whom had a better advantage than Timothy,"

"Hmm, like what?"

"My oldest little sister has prepared the troops even before the battle for the throne begins, besides she was the fastest to creates gunpowder among my siblings,"

"What about your youngest sister?"

"She is a witch and already gather many witches to become her followers, if she uses her troops well she can seize the throne from Timothy,"

"What about your useless little brother, Roland?"

"Well, about that, at first he did not have a chance to fight the throne, but my spies reported a strange thing, about Roland recruiting witches and make strange yet functional discoveries,"

"It does not provide a significant advantage in the seizure of the throne,"

"Yes, but if my suspicions are true, he's not the Roland I know and has been replaced by someone else, like my dad. If he produces such discoveries regularly, he has the biggest chances to takes over the throne between all of my siblings,"

Black exhaled a small breath hearing Gerald's story.

"I just want to say this. Your family suck,"

"Well, as a successor of the kingdom, the warmth between siblings will end when there is a fight over the throne, spies and assassins here and there, waiting,"

Gerald sipped the tea Black had poured and smiled again.

"Enough about me in the past, now I've got a cute little sister, the conflict between us will not be as serious as that,"

Gerald stared at Black seriously and asked

"How exactly did you "die"?, I doubt it was just because of the Demonic beast attack"