Fake Princess
Cdlvii Chapter
Our footsteps all stopped at a house, a tall black fence stretched out, blocking between us and the magnificent mansion far away. Two large men emerged from behind the gate, walking up to us with each sword at their waist.
One of the men glanced at Grandfather before they opened the gate before us. “Master, have been waiting for you,” said one of the men followed by a glance of their eyes that led to his grandfather and grandson.
The grandfather nodded, he looked back with his head slightly moving as if asking us to follow him. Me, Haruki, Izumi, or Eneas.
Our footsteps continued walking and continued walking down the path that led straight towards a magnificent house before us. I cast a sideways glance, towards the few workers who occasionally walked back and forth past us. I glanced to the left, trying to avoid the sight when my eyes fell on some workers who had lost their limbs.
The grandfather stopped his steps as a group of men ran in front of us, one of the men who ran behind the line … Walking up to us as his eyes fell on the grandfather who was bowing his body towards him. “Master hasn't returned yet, go and wait behind!” The man's orders, he glanced at us alternately before moving his legs running following the previous men's running line.
“Lewat here,” said the grandfather, he walked carrying us more and more away from the magnificent house.
I again threw my eyes around, staring at some strange tools built in the backyard. I, will explain ... Strange tools what it is. So, please listen to me carefully! When I looked to the right, I found a long table built there.
On the long table, there is a rectangular wooden board with five holes in each wooden board. “That, is the tool they use if want to cut off the fingers of many people simultaneously."
Quickly, I glanced at Haruki who was half whispering beside me, “how did you know, nii-chan?” I whispered back to him.
Haruki glanced at me, “because we have it to torture the enemy knights whom father made captive,” he again whispered by turning his gaze towards the wooden table we were referring to, “the captives, , they will be told to put their fingers in the holes. After that, you will be able to imagine it yourself,” continued Haruki again whispering.
“See there!” I glanced to the left, towards a glass box shaped like a chest lined up neatly there, “I didn't expect, if they would use that for their pleasure, ,” continued Haruki followed by a thin smile that he let out.
“What's with the box?” I asked him back.
“I've seen firsthand Duke punish a group of prisoners under Dad's direct orders,” Haruki answered my question followed by his two eyes which still lead to the glass box we were staring at.
“Then, Duke put one of the captives lying inside the glass box. After he lay down, the Duke knights stuffed countless rats into it. A little later, they closed the glass case again and left it in front of a row of other prisoners sitting on their knees, staring at the glass box.”
“A few days after we returned, the box was already filled with blood, even some of the captives we left to watch the glass box, often turned hysterical when the Duke knights touched a little bit of their bodies. I would love to see what really happened first, but Dad forbade me to see it,” Haruki said followed by a slightly disappointed face.
“Then,” I said as I glanced at the pointy iron row in front of us, “for what more details it was,” connect me by pointing towards the pointed iron that was stuck in the ground.
“What do you mean?” The timpal Aeneas to him.
“That, is a legal tool used by the Master to punish those whom he considers unworthy to be seen,” continued the grandfather with half a whisper followed by a look of his eyes that returned bowed.
“So, they will choose some people who for them ruin the view for their legal use of that iron. Those people, will be stabbed in the butt using that thing to penetrate into his mouth. My employer and some of his friends will laugh loudly when the people they punish scream in pain,” continued the grandfather as he raised his face staring at the pointed iron.
“I never saw, there's someone being punished here, grandpa?” The boy turned his head followed by his hand grabbing and firmly grasping his grandfather's hand.
The old man also turned his head towards his grandson, “because you are special. They don't want to treat you like their other toys,” he said, sounding a little quivering.
I glanced towards Izumi who had been standing beside me, “it seems, I also once saw the tool somewhere,” Izumi muttered while crossing her arms across her chest.
“You are right, I just remembered it,” timpal Haruki heard, “Yadgar, also have that thing to punish someone.”
“You're right, Yadgar.” This time it was Izumi who chimed in on Haruki's words.
“Yadgar?” I asked while glancing towards the two of them.
“When you disappeared, we briefly visited the prison in Yadgar to find information. And they, also have that thing, maybe it .. They use it as a death sentence for the prisoners,” Izumi replied very slowly heard.
I turned my head as a male scream was heard, “Master, and his guest asked you to meet him in the meeting room,” said the man wearing a suit of armor who walked over to us.
“Ba-baik,” replied the grandfather to the man earlier, the man turned around and stepped away when the grandfather bent his body.
The grandfather turned his head towards us, he gulped his saliva as Haruki nodded his head. The grandfather slapped himself, taking a deep breath before he moved his leg again. I took a deep breath, followed by my feet following them from behind.
Every now and then, I kept turning towards the punitive tools we had previously discussed .. I, could not imagine, how many people, who were already victims of them. I stopped our footsteps when those walking in front of me did not move at all.
I turned my gaze to an old man, with two young men and one woman to his right, while another young man to his left. The young man who stood to the left of the old man was stunned to meet us, “kalian, still-” he said stopped as he threw his gaze at me.