Fake Princess
CCI Chapter
My hand that grasped Haruki's arm grew stronger, turning my gaze around looked at the few men and women who marginalized their bodies after seeing us...
The men in this village, all... All of them were wearing only a piece of cloth that covered their lower bodies... While the women...
They also only wear two rags that cover the chest along with their lower body parts. My eyes were distracted at the sound of the little children laughing cheerfully...
Some of them even ran to chase each other past us, I stared at all of them who were not wearing a single piece of clothing. My body stopped crashing into Haruki's shoulder, again let me look at a large hut made of straw.
The middle-aged man walked up to the thatched hut, lifted up next to his hand opened the black cloth curtain that unfolded as the door of the hut. The man stepped into the hut...
The smell of grilled meat again gushed through my nose, I put down another palm of my hand pressing on my stomach which was unceasingly churning following the scent. I looked back at Haruki's shoulder as I put my head against his shoulder...
"Come in" came a male voice.
I thrust my head back to the hut, I turned my eyes to look at Haruki who looked back at a guard who was next to him, seeming to nod the guard back to the gaze Haruki made on him.
My arms were attracted as Haruki moved his legs, again let my eyes look forward while I gave both my legs to walk in the footsteps of my two brothers. Izumi opened the curtain of cloth for us, the more the four of us stepped into the hut.
My eyes fell on an old man lying on a bed of straw. The man with the gray hair and beard moved his head slowly towards us...
"Come here" he said slowly, still we stared at him with a little smile peeking behind his white beard.
I let go of the embrace that I did on Haruki's arm, I put my foot in the footsteps of Haruki and Izumi who had been sitting in front of the old man. My eyes moved looking back at Aeneas who had also walked following my steps at the side.
Sitting behind Haruki, I stared at the old man who was also looking at me for a long time. I put my lips back to the smile he gave me...
"Are you Takaoka Sachi?" he said, smiling again, I gave my head a nod to his words.
"You look a lot like your mother. Your father first met your mother when we accidentally found her in the middle of the woods" she tells me.
"Have you come here because of your father's orders?" he continued, I still looked at him who had turned his eyes to look at Haruki.
"Dad asked us to come here" Haruki replied.
"But unfortunately, my Son has not returned from hunting. You have to wait for him a little more if you want to meet him." said the old man.
"My name is Julvri, I'm the chief of this village. Your father, already like a hero to our village," he said again, again let me look at him who had set his eyes on the ceiling of the hut.
"Call me Grandfather, because your father is like my own son," he said, cutting off Haruki's words, turning my eyes to Haruki who was still staring at the old man lying before us.
"Well Grandpa, can Grandpa explain everything?" haruki told him.
"About decades ago, the Emperor burned down our tribe. Even me and my surviving son were captured to be executed by the Imperial guards..."
"At that time, your father came. He traded some of the territories under his rule to the Emperor in exchange for the safety of all of us. That's why we all survived because of it..."
"We were given a lot of food and money to survive by him, if without his help... I don't know what will happen to us" he told us.
"But we never got any information about it" Haruki said.
"Kudou did it to help us, he was the only King with the Emperor for us. And my son, he has more and more respect for your father than I do..."
"When your father goes to war, my son goes to war with him. That's why, your father asked you to meet him yourself..."
"Areally who do you mean?" Izumi cut her words
"Why don't you ask him directly, your grandfather has said no? If my son will be back soon..."
"Izumi, you're Takaoka Izumi, right? Son of a princess of the Azayaka tribe. A tribe known for the beauty of its eyes that glow like a sword in the dark..."
"Your mother was really awesome when she was alive. Even though she was female, her fighting ability could not be underestimated... You'll embarrass your mother if you're weak, Izumi" continued the Grandfather, moving his head smilingly at Izumi.
"My mother... I won't let down all my mothers" Izumi said, my gaze turned to her staring back at Grandpa.
"Dad, I've returned," a heavy male voice sounded, I thrust my head to look at the pair of legs slightly visible behind the curtain.
"My son, someone wants to see you. Come in," said Grandfather as I thrust my head into a palm that grasped and exposed the black curtain to the side...
I stared at the man who walked in, I looked at his whole body full of scars from the sabre. I turned my gaze to look at him, long he looked at us with a slightly sparkling gaze as if implied an unbelief in it...
"Your Majesty," he said, the man had somehow knelt down with one hand raised to the chest before us.
"Daisuke, Captain of the Kingdom of Sora. Give your respect, Your Majesty," he said once again to us.