BITE ME THE HOLY OF HOLIES
01 BITE ME THE HOLY OF HOLIES
Since long ago, the worship of Devils and black magicians, has been wandering around a lot.
They are people who do not settle in one place and will continue to move around when danger comes threatening.
Many of them are good at hiding.
More and more, their group became great allies. The case of people who disappeared suddenly, a lot was heard.
It caused mass panic, especially for the Empire's people.
However, all of that can be overcome by the presence of the Imperial Crown Prince as well as the Imperial General.
Earn the title ‘Sang Sun Empire blessed by Gods and Goddesses with holy power and earthy faith’, save many people and small kingdoms.
He was the only one, who served over the Kingdom, the Emperor as well as the Gods and Goddesses.
The owner of the silver eyes, massacred many Satanists and black magicians. He brought home the victory of the slaughter and the war he led.
He made the Kingdom of Castor the greatest Empire ever.
Many areas were seized, to save and expand the area of power.
He was a God drop, many believed that.
His face seemed to emit a light of majesty, through a handsome look nan beautiful.
The—Lysander Callum De Ssireh.
No one can win against him.
Now, after massacring Atheril, Callum and his men will return to the Empire.
Yes, they had to go back to tell the results and information they got from Atheril to Emperor Ilias–nothing else was Callum's father.
“You'll take me to Castor. Don't think you survived. You are a prisoner in the Kingdom of Emperor” Callum said.
Zzaya answered nothing but silence and was very agitated.
Are these the remnants of his agonizing journey?
He never asked to be born, even his birth seemed to be rejected by the world because it was considered a bringer of bad luck and disaster for people.
After trying to reuse his hood and veil, Zzaya was taken and dragged by two soldiers at Callum's command, then put into an iron cage on a horse-drawn carriage.
Zzaya did not give a fight or say a complaint even though his legs and hands had several bruises.
He sat in the iron cage.
Some of the soldiers looked at him with disdain and as if some looked full of passion.
Zzaya was really scared. He tightened the hood and veil he wore.
The journey back to the Empire was also made.
It takes about 3 days to arrive at Castor Kingdom.
On the way, Zzaya was really cold and hungry. He even felt thirsty. However, he remained silent while looking at the vast expanse of grassland.
His stomach began to twirl and his breathing felt tight. His body trembled due to the lack of energy to stay afloat.
Is he going to die? If indeed he died with a tormented stomach hungry maresa, and a throat so thirsty, it is better.
He did not want to waste the rest of his life with much more torture. Let himself die with the suffering he had previously felt.
Not long after, his consciousness disappeared.
Zzaya thought that his soul had awakened from his body. In fact, he was wrong and he was quite sorry why he did not die.
A soldier roused him and kicked Zzaya in the back.
Feeling pain in the back, Zzaya woke up.
“Out!”
Zzaya, who was already very limp, looked at the soldier in confusion. His hunger and thirst made him unable to focus on what this soldier said.
"Basic trouble!”
The soldier pulled Zzaya's hand violently and told the girl to get up.
Zzaya, who was quite shocked and in pain because her hand was pulled tightly, felt forced to stand up.
The condition of his legs was already very weak and trembling to support his upper body.
Zzaya even had to fall before he forced himself back to his feet.
Again the soldier kicked him from behind until Zzaya had to fall from the door of the iron cage in the horse-drawn carriage.
Her tiny body fell. Zzaya grimaced in pain, but she tried not to complain.
“Aakhhh!”
“Do not pretend to ask for mercy!”
I think he wants to cry. Zzaya tried to get up once again.
It's getting late. He thought that they had reached Castor Kingdom. Unfortunately Zzaya's estimate was wrong
It seems they stopped to rest. Yeah, that's what Zzaya's hearing caught when he passed some soldiers talking.
Along with one of the soldiers who was with him, Zzaya was taken to Callum's tent.
“You can go” Callum told the soldier.
Leaving himself and Zzaya still standing, Callum again asked about Atheril.
“I want you to tell me the truth. I let you live, because I thought you knew something.”
“Yes, I've said it, Sir. Our king, has done wrong”
“Only that?”
Weakly, Zzaya nodded.
Instantly his legs could not linger to support his upper body.
Zzaya sat down for a moment and felt short of breath.
Even the man before him seemed to care nothing about it.
Zzaya squeezed the tip of her hood. He can't stand it anymore.
His sight seemed to be spinning rapidly. It seemed like he was about to lose consciousness.
Suddenly, in front of him, there was a hand thrusting a glass of water for him.
In a dizzy state, Zzaya slowly raised her gaze upwards.
He saw Callum.
“I don't want you dead before you give a clear statement. If there is no clear and honest statement, then you can just die.”
“Then let me die” og Zzaya.
One eyebrow of Callum's is linked up. Callum took a crouching position in front of Zzaya.
“What?”
“Let me ... m–mati, Tu–an” Og Zzaya once again.
“Do not dare to argue. Your life is in my hands. Even your death must occur with my permission. Quickly drink or I will force this water into your mouth” said Callum in a soft tone that is so intimidating.
Zzaya had no other choice. He also cannot lie if he still wants to live, but not through torture.
Zzaya's hand took the water in the glass that Callum had given him. Even his trembling hands had almost no energy to hold the glass.
Zzaya opened the veil and drank it quickly.
Callum who saw it knew that Zzaya was so thirsty that he was dehydrated.
Before long, Zzaya saw a bowl of fruits being offered to her.
It turned out that Callum gave it to him too. Zzaya still looked at Callum in the mind that Callum was a good man, even though he knew he would die at the hands of this man.
A little glance with thanks, seen through the look of her beautiful eyes.
“Quick eating. Remember that you may die if I do not receive any statement from you.”
Zzaya nodded quickly. He took a banana and an apple, and ate it with gourmand.
He took the wine and ate it too.
He looked greedy, for he was already very hungry.
Zzaya did not care about Callum who was still in front of him, who was still looking at him fixedly.
After being full, Zzaya again drank a glass of water that was given by Callum.
“Te–thank you, Tuan” said Zzaya in a soft and timid tone.
“Don't talk much, I want you to be honest. Are you part of the devil worship or a sorcerer?”
Umpteenth time, “no, sir! I swear!”
Callum.
“Do I have to trust you?”
“If not, I just want to live” Og Zzaya.
Callum. He looked with an unfathomable gaze at Zzaya.
“You made me suspect something. I hope you're not lying. Until you're honest, you'll live as a prisoner.”
After saying this, Callum stood up again.
Zzaya doesn't know what to feel. He could not be happy or sad to hear Callum's words just now, saying that he would still live as a prisoner.
If the man still did not believe his words, Zzaya's life would definitely still die.
It seems to be ... Yes, Zzaya will not have any hope for his own life. Because the man wouldn't even let himself die if it wasn't in his hands.
“You will be taken care of by some soldiers on my orders. Tonight, the trip will be stopped for a break. You can clean yourself up. Likewise with bruises on your hands and feet”
“–while you clean yourself up, the Royal doctor will help you treat bru–”
Zzaya immediately cut Callum's words and shook his head.
“I can clean myself, Tuan”
“You sure? By himself? The river? We are still in the middle of the journey”
“Yes, T–Tuan. But, I can do it myself”
“Don't argue with me, you–”
Zzaya immediately grabbed Callum's leg and pleaded once more.
“I can't if with them”
“Then?”
“What ... if with Mr, Mr willing?”
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