They Knew Everything

He felt a chill run down his spine. He felt a fear grip his heart. He felt a danger loom over his head. He realized how vulnerable and exposed he was. He realized how much information they had on him. He realized how much trouble he was in. That even if he escaped somehow, he needed to be always cautious. He realized that they knew everything about him, and that they could use it against him. He realized that they had him cornered and trapped, and that they could capture him while bidding their time.

He was surprised at Kisesh intelligence gathering, that they even knew that he was still a virgin. He reasoned to himself, 'If I had the time and money to spare in those 5 years, I would. Who doesn't want that?' He felt embarrassed and angry that they knew such a personal detail about him. He wondered how they found out about it. He wondered if they had some magic or technology that could detect it.

He also wondered how they would label it, if he wasn't a virgin. As he thought this, he kept staring at the word "slave", tapping his feet on the floor. 'I am a slave? How come I didn't know that?' He felt confused and outraged that they labeled him as a state slave. He wondered what that meant and what implications it had. He wondered if they had some legal or political reason to do so.

Maybe it was just an error on the side of Kisesh. He dismissed the thought and tried to figure out what to do with his situation. He knew he couldn't leave it as it was. Everyone seemed not eager to read the center part, but it might just be because they prioritized lunch over it.

He scratched his head, feeling confused and frustrated. 'This is becoming troublesome to deal with…' He muttered to himself, wondering how he got into this mess.

Moriarty now had a clear view of how formidable the Kisesh intelligence network was. He knew that with just this much intelligence gathering capability, they could win any battle without wasting much resources. He admired and feared their efficiency and accuracy. He wondered how they managed to get such information.

'This picture was taken when I was forced to register in the kingdom registry…' He pondered, thinking that they just copied it as the picture on the last page was drawn by hand also, not by photograph. He recognized the picture as the one they took when he came of age. He remembered how he had to pose for the camera and smile awkwardly.

'It always amazes me…' Whenever Moriarty saw his information, the picture always updated to the latest, just by passing any gate at Seiren, his info were already updated. He marveled at how advanced and convenient the technology was. He wondered how it worked and what kind of magic was involved.

However, he cursed the Seiren security, who had failed to conceal such info from their enemy kingdom. 'Tsk, I wouldn't be in a pinch if they did their job properly…' He muttered to himself, feeling annoyed and angry at the incompetence of his own kingdom. He wished that they would improve their security and protect their citizens better.

'And I'm too handsome here, should I leave it be? Or maybe doodle on it?' He joked to himself, trying to lighten up his mood. He looked at the latest picture and admired how the artist had captured his features and expression well. He felt a bit of pride and vanity in his appearance. He wondered if he should leave the picture as it was or change it somehow.

'I feel bad to destroy such good art…' He said to himself, feeling a bit of respect and appreciation for the artist's work. He thought that it would be a shame to ruin such a fine piece of art.

So instead of changing anything he decided to add more info, and made the text he was going to write bigger and noticeable.

*Scribble* *Scribble*

Using the marker pen he made his craft while he had a huge grin. If he wasn't in a public place he would have laughed heartily.

'Fuh, I didn't know my refined penmanship and good art could be used this way.' He said to himself, feeling satisfied and amused by his work.

He stepped back from the white board and moved to the left side. He was curious about the center part of the wall, where he had noticed some helpful information for his plan, but he postponed his careful inspection for later. He told himself that he needed to eat something first.

He felt hungry and tired after creating such art. He had spent only a few minutes drawing and writing on the white board, making a masterpiece of his own. He had copied the letters carefully, matching them with the design of the center part.

Whenever there was food available, Moriarty always put food before anything else, except when there was something more important or interesting, like the white board. He was driven by curiosity, which had saved him from many troubles and dangers.

He knew from his experience that being curious and observant could give him an advantage in any situation, and help him create unexpected possibilities. He always looked for opportunities and clues that could benefit him.

One time, he was working as a waiter in a decent restaurant. He was on his break, and he was about to go to the kitchen to get his lunch, when he heard some moans and rhythmic tapping in the backroom. He thought they were lewd sounds, and he was intrigued by them. He had heard that some people liked doing it outside for excitement, and he wanted to see it for himself, as he had heard rumors about how glorious it was.

He crept into the backroom and cracked the door open. He hoped to catch a glimpse of a passionate couple, but he was met with a different sight.