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The pistol was made out of walnut wood. It also had a few pieces of silver attached here and there, which Caspian thought was there just for decoration purpose.

He looked at Hamilton and then asked, “What the hell is this? When you described it to me the last time, I thought it would look... I don’t know... Scary?” He pointed at the pistol and said in a disgruntled voice, “But this thing looks exactly like the handle of a cane.”

Needless to say, Caspian was unimpressed by the pistol. He didn’t believe that the piece of wood that he was holding would even graze the werewolves, let alone kill them.

Without saying a word, Hamilton grabbed the pistol from Caspian, aimed at his left arm, and then shot him without hesitating for a second.

It took a second for Caspian to let what happened to sink in.

“OWWW!” he grabbed his wound and finally shouted in pain. “You piece of turd! Why the hell would you shoot me?”

Caspian’s guards immediately barged inside the living room and surrounded Hamilton, ready to pulverize the attacker the moment they got an order from their King.

“Your Majesty?” Rupert, one of the King’s guards, asked for the King’s order to engage in a fight with Hamilton.

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Hamilton threw the pistol on Caspian’s lap and half-raised his arms in the air. “Relax, everyone! I’m not interested to be bound by the burden of the throne. I was just demonstrating to my cousin how the weapon worked.”

“Your Majesty! Are you alright?” Rupert turned to look at the King’s arm and asked with a worried look on his face.

Caspian was sweating and groaning in pain. He was feeling as if his whole arm would fall off. The pain was unlike what he had experienced until now.

“Does it look like I am okay?” he snarled his fangs at his royal guard and grimaced.

He slowly lifted his palm from his arm and looked inside the wound, only to groan in pain and anger after realizing that something was stuck inside his wound.

Caspian closed his eyes and rested his head on the backrest of the sofa. Then he shouted in anger, “Do something, you pieces of shit! Else the wound will heal with that shiny thing stuck inside my arm.”

Rupert looked over his shoulder and gave a death glare to Hamilton for hurting the King for no reason.

Hamilton didn’t miss the death glare from the royal guard. He scoffed and spoke while sounding a little guilty, “Alright! Alright! I will help to take the bullet out. You don’t have to look daggers at me.”

He then slipped past the guards and walked out of the room to look for something that he could use to pluck out the silver bullet.

He went to the storeroom, and while running around and rummaging through boxes, he scolded himself, “What the hell was I thinking? I could have shot on the damn wall! Now, he is going to snap my neck the moment I take that bullet out of his wound.”

After searching for about a minute, he finally came across a pair of tweezers. “This should do it,” he mumbled and then rushed to his cousin’s aid.

While on the way, he ordered a maid to bring water and clean towels to the living room.

When he arrived at the living room, the guards had already helped Caspian to take off his waistcoat and his shirt. They had used his shirt to tie up his arm above the wound so as to limit the blood flow and stall the healing process to some extent.

Hamilton immediately crouched beside Caspian and took over. He looked at the open wound of his cousin.

Since vampires had higher muscle and bone density than humans, the wound didn’t look that bad. There was a hole in Caspian’s arm that looked smaller than the size of the bullet. And since the bullet couldn’t pierce through Caspian’s bone, it got stuck inside his arm.

Hamilton took a deep breath in and looked at Caspian’s face.

“What are you looking at? Quick! Take it out!” Caspian immediately shouted at him.

“Okay...” Hamilton tried his best to keep his hand steady. But the way Caspian was glaring at him wasn’t helping at all. So, he looked at Caspian and asked, “Turn your head away. You are distracting me.”

Caspian gave a death glare to Hamilton before finally looking away.

Hamilton then used the skill that he never knew he had, and after a few failed attempts, he finally pulled out the small silver bullet from Caspian’s arm.

“Hah!” he sighed while holding the bullet in front of Caspian’s eyes. And then he said, “It’s out!”

Caspian instantly swatted away Hamilton’s hand and frowned, “Get that thing away from my face, you idiot!”

He would have punched Hamilton in the face if he was still crouching by his side. But he was already standing at the other corner of the room.

And before Caspian got up from the sofa, Hamilton ordered the maids who were waiting by the door, “Clean up the King’s wound and bring him a fresh set of clothes.”

Caspian didn’t protest when the maids came and stood by his side.

While the maids did their job, Hamilton asked Caspian with a smirk on his face, “How do you find the pistol now? Does it still look like the handle of the cane or does it look scary?”

Caspian gave his cousin an icy glare and grumbled while baring his fangs, “Come here and I will tell you.”

Hamilton gave a dismissive smile and said sweetly, “No, thank you. I am fine here.”

After the maids finished cleaning his wounds, Caspian’s guards helped to untie the shirt that was still around his arm. The bullet wound didn’t take long to heal after that.

Caspian got up on his feet and tried moving his arm around. He poked the area where there was a wound just a while ago. He didn’t feel any trace of pain.

The maids helped him change into a new shirt and a waistcoat.

And when he finally felt alive and well, he looked at Hamilton and gestured for him to come closer.

Hamilton took a step back instead and asked his cousin, “Can’t you let it slide this time? I truly didn’t know that the bullet would hurt us as well. Well, I expected it to hurt, but I didn’t expect it to hurt that badly.”

Caspian sighed and asked his guards, “Bring him to me, please.”

“Alright!” Hamilton frowned and spoke before the guards could take a step toward him, “I’m coming...”

He hesitantly inched closer to the middle of the room, praying that his cousin wouldn’t break his neck or his backbone. Those two took hours to heal.

Hamilton immediately closed his eyes when Caspian closed the gap between them and aimed for his neck.

However, he was surprised when instead of feeling his neck getting snapped, he felt his cousin’s arm resting on his shoulder.

Hamilton opened his eyes and gave a confused look to Caspian.

Caspian was smiling ear to ear while his eyes were glued to the box full of pistols.

He even praised Hamilton, “You did a great job, cousin. I am really impressed by this amazing weapon.”

Hamilton raised his brows and asked in a confused tone, “You aren’t going to do anything to me?”

“No. Why would I?” Caspian asked while grinning at Hamilton.

Hamilton pushed himself away from Caspian and asked suspiciously, “Okay, what is it? What are you thinking? I am damn sure that you are going to do something much worse to me. I know you. You aren’t going to forgive me just like that after what I put you through just now.”

Caspian’s grin became even wider.