Fake Princess
CCLXXXI Chapter
Yoona sat back down to the chair she had previously been sitting in. I returned his gaze that had been staring at me, my head nodding trying to convince him.
Yoona took a deep breath, exhaled her breath again with her head down. Yoona raised her head back to look at me with her hand clasped tightly to her chest...
"When I first came here, I already said that the conditions here are very bad, right?"
"At that time, my father rearranged this place so that it can be a little decent as it is today. In the past, this place strictly prohibited an immigrant or stranger who approached. Father said, if anyone comes near... They would be instantly killed, as this was a special territory belonging to the Empire."
"However, the condition of the residents who were originally none other than Knights who had served the Empire ended up with the rest of their lives being unworthy. If you're a Knight serving the Empire, then you'll spend the rest of your time here, and that's the Emperor's absolute order."
"In other words, all the residents here are Imperial Knights?"
"It can be said that way," Yoona continued, nodding back at Haruki's words.
"Because they are forbidden to trade or interact with the outside world, this place is destroyed from within. Have you ever seen a luxurious wooden building that is used as an inn?"
"The building belongs to my father. Dad, purposely built it to be a place for immigrants to stay. Because for Father, the newcomer is necessary for the welfare of this place."
"But like humans in general, the population is ungrateful. They blasphemed, they chided my father behind him."
"They said, we don't need the comers! We want our old village!"
"My father tried to give them understanding. My father explained, if there are no immigrants... They will perish, they will die because there is no income for them to survive."
"The villagers are... All right, we'll accept, or we'll obey all of your words if they're true. But unfortunately, it was only in front of my father... Such kindness or flattery they only did in front of my father, while behind him..."
"They blasphemed my father's decision, and it was done over and over again even though my father had tried to fix everything. Even though my father has tried to grant their every request."
"And when my father died, they were just sorry, they just cried. Do you think I'll forgive them?"
"You are innocent. They, the villagers... My father's real murderer," Yoona's cry returned with palms covering her downcast face.
"Yoona" I said, raising her head to look at me with both eyes reddened.
"Have you heard this story?" I bowed down, I gave my hands that were holding Cia holding each other.
"Before, there was an orphan girl. When he was a kid, he always imagined... How would it feel, if I loved my parents like them, when the little girl noticed the passing people chatting with their families."
"When the little girl started to mature a little, she was the one who was lonely... Trying to find friends. As expected, the girl got the friend she wanted. But dear, because of the advantages that the girl had, all the friends that she trusted, all the friends that she treated well with all her heart... Even leave it."
"The girl was confused, the girl was disappointed, the girl did not know what to do. Is it wrong if I have a slight advantage Deus? Don't they know, if I'm more envious of their lives. Finally, the girl pulled herself back..."
"He kept all the advantages he had. If anyone tries to talk to him, he will put on a mask until others do not know... Who exactly is that girl."
"Then, what's next?" Yoona looked at me.
"So, the girl lost her life. He was killed by an unknown criminal, he died... Without saying good-bye to those who, while the girl was alive, helped her become a human figure in general."
"So, no happiness for him?"
"There is another happiness for him. The girl, reborn in a family that loved her dearly, with friends who always supported her, and a partner who would do anything for her happiness. Aahh I'm sorry, I was too carried away by the atmosphere of telling it," I said wiping my tears that suddenly fell.
"I don't know, the story had anything to do with your father's life. But man is born that way..."
"When a servant gives you two towels. One towel is pure white with no dirt, while the other has very little dirt. Which towel will be your first concern? It's dirty, isn't it?"
"You'll be angry at the waiter, you'll snap at him with words like... Why did you give me a dirty towel, why and why... In fact, there's still the other towel that's clean without dirt."
"Humans, more focused on seeing one bad from someone, then forget all the good he did. Disappointed? Of course, every human being must feel it. The only difference is how we deal with it..."
"Stay with the hope that things will improve soon, or leave when you think there's nothing else you can do."
"Second choice, sounds like a coward, doesn't it? But it is not a more powerful weapon to kill someone. But the words that come out without thinking about the person they are talking about are very powerful to kill the person in question..."
"Everything will end with time, that's true... But if you are unable to heal the wound itself, then the wound will not heal at any time."
"Your father must be a very wise man. If he were alive, I would love to learn anything from him" I said with my head bowed.