Hannoic War
Laughter and emptiness (Part 6)

"Humans will quickly believe something they want and expect it to happen"

julius Caesar

Laughter and emptiness

*Kreek..*kreek*..Crack*

Pull her.

Keep pulling her Crossbow threads.

Then he put an arrow between the Crossbow threads.

Sitting him, a stubborn woman, left his stalk to grow alone in the woods.

"Damn.." said Charla in annoyance.

Charla sits behind a low-lying forest hiding from the bandits.

In front of him, there were 4 bandits who tried to rape him.

But they all died.

Their stomach contents were more rotten than their body odor, their body hair could be seen when their skin armour was torn apart.

Their blood flowed towards Charla's feet.

While Charla's own hands were already filled with the blood of the bandits.

But it was not easy to defeat 4 bandits at once, some of them knew how to fight and had a strength balanced with Charla.

Charla began to feel pain and only then did she realize that one of the sword attacks from the bandits had cut one part of the skin of her arm neatly.

And some parts of his stomach began to feel pain and bruising from being hit.

Likewise with some of the parts of his head that are swollen due to being hit.

Blood started to come out from his cut skin.

Charla began to feel exhausted but she chose to continue fighting.

The sound of horse footsteps began to sound.

*Trudduk...*

The sound of the footsteps of the horse was slow but quite frightening.

*Sial....can I trade?* ,inner Charla.

Charla was able to fight 4 bandits this time because they wore an easily penetrated armour. But it was different from an iron armour.

Even so, he had a Crossbow..

The crossbow may be long filled, but it effectively penetrates the iron armour, but if Charla fails to shoot 1 time then her chance to fight the bandits this time is gone and she might die....

His legs were a little sore because of the pain of being hit, surely the forest environment full of twigs and stones will make running more difficult.

* 'Growing Strong Among Spikes' .*,in Charla.

His family always gave him strength and strength, sometimes he felt goosebumps to hear it.

Although he slams Ohara's family's badget, but she's still Ohara in his heart.

Why is he afraid of death? Did he think about what was after death? Is this the end of his life? Or is there regret?

Charla then saw the arrow that was ready in the middle of the Crossbow thread, the iron part of the arrow was shiny and strong, ready for the meat and armour to be pierced with this.

Will he die as Ohara? No. his corpse will not be the nobility of Ohara.

For this reason, he decided not to die.

His heart skipped a beat, and his legs were ready to stand.

*Old God and New God give me power*, pray Charla in heart.

His hand has been strengthened in Crossbow, preparing not to let go of it no matter what.

His head was focused.

Charla then clenched her teeth ready.

Standing Charla.

And then with his hand he pointed the rider with the Crossbow.

But his hand stopped.

*Wait.* ,into Charla who then lowered her Crossbow.

His body began to decrease his strength.

And his face turned into a slightly surprised face.

"Yo, Charla, my beloved sister" said Jean with a grin on her horse.

And behind him the boy Charla met in Ballerius....Hanno.

And Charla then realizes something from Hanno.

Charla has seen this hundreds of times in the Tyronian and Dalmatian Wars.

She had seen him in her brother's eyes almost every time they met.

Hanno's gaze was blank...

For a moment Hanno's eyes were like a deep abyss..

____-_-______

"For more than a decade, son! I made hundreds of thousands of men afraid and hundreds of thousands more dead!" said Mr. Handam Ramalax with his foolish smile sitting near a table with hundreds of nobles around him, "I'm the one you're gonna have to make to lead the vanguard forces to take Fyrr Castle"

Handam Ramalax did not lie that many men had frightened him and many men he had killed. Handam was a Dalmatian war veteran and had killed many Dalmatians.

"The one leading the vanguard for the taking of Fyrr castle is Glent the Lord of the Wind Sword River" Hasteinn said forcefully.

"Hahahahaha" , some of the nobles laughed at this, including the one Mr. Handam who came to grimace heard.

*Some laughed at my words and some laughed at me more.*, thought Hasteinn aware of that.

"Geralda will be carried away by the Typhoon and destroyed on the ground! When the nobility began to follow a blacksmith's son" said Mr. Handam with his firm voice.

Mr. Handam is a fool but he's not so stupid as to give up the chance to control a 15-year-old teenage King.

*But I'm not that easy to control.*, inner Hasteinn.

"I will lead the vanguard of the army that took Fyrr Castle, son, or I will take my 12,0000 troops back to my castle.." ,handam said in a smile of pleasure to control.

*He thinks he's smart himself.*, thought Hasteinn.

The atmosphere became heavy on this table with some nobles waiting for something to come.

The other nobles began to look towards Hasteinn, waiting for what their king would do.

"Please go home with your troops...Mr. Handam.." - Hasteinn said as he stood up from his seat and strengthened himself, "please go home and bow to the Victa, then your daughter will be a whore for the Victa while you will be a clown for them.."

Hasteinn with a sharp gaze looked at Master Handam and Hasteinn's sky blue eyes could be seen glowing dimly.

The nobleman was speechless hearing Hasteinn's words.

"BADUT YES!" cried out strongly Mr. Handam while standing from his seat.

Mr. Handam looked very angry and prepared to take out his sword.

5 The guards of King Hasteinn went straight to Lord Handam.

*Shrenggggg!*

The sound of a sword being drawn from its scabbard was heard from the king's guard.

"Master handam stop!" said one of Mr. Handam's subordinates.

"He's drunk again?!" said one of the nobles standing from his seat.

The king's guard immediately held Master Handam alacriously.

"Akhs! What the hell is this!" cried out loudly Mr. Handam while being held captive by the king's guard.

The king's guards immediately threatened Mr. Handam's neck with a sword.

Some of Mr. Handam's soldiers moved to protect their master but were deterred by other Family warriors loyal to the king.

Several other family troops joined in and saw Mr. Handam like a bull locked up in an iron cage.

Swords and weapons that then began to be more disintegrated in this room.

"The punishment is to die trying to wound your King with Mr. Handam's iron." Hasteinn said in a powerful voice.

The gaze of King Geralda stared intently at Mr. Handam.

"YOU!" said Mr. Handam who then took off the handle of 8 people around him.

Mr. Handam then hit one of the king's guard troops and ran towards Hasteinn.

Mr. Handam's neck was bleeding a little, but that didn't prevent him from running fiercely towards Hasteinn.

He ran like a boar running into Hasteinn when he was a child, Glent was there to help him but this time Glent was not there.

The difference is quite chaotic and like a dizzy person.

*He's drunk badly*, thought Hasteinn.

Then Hasteinn is seen taking his sword but different from others in this room, he does not draw his sword or even take his sword out of the sheath.

Mr. Handam is getting closer to him.

*BUKK!*

Hasteinn then used his iron sword sheath to smack Mr. Handam's cheek.

*Truk!*

Mr. Handam then lay on the ground quickly with blood coming out of his mouth.

"Call me again 'son' and 'you' , then I'll command my soldiers to pull out one by one your teeth. Call me 'His Majesty' Mr. Handam" said King Geralda firmly staring at Mr. Handam who was lying on the ground.

Hundreds of nobles were shocked to see that, all voices in this room became silent, before Hasteinn lay hundreds of nobles who wore faces of shock.

Some of them even stopped moving though, including the guards of the unmoving king Hasteinn with swords in their hands.

*I didn't realize they were underestimating my fighting skills.*, thought Hasteinn with his heart racing.

*Truck.tuk...*

Mr. Handam then stood up slowly getting up from the floor.

Like a big pig waking up with its big breath...

Blood was seen coming out of his mouth while his cheeks looked light red due to the bruising from Hasteinn's punch.

Some of the king's guards were seen trying to step up, but Hasteinn raised his hand lowly giving a warning not to disturb.

Mr. Handam then spit out his teeth that had been broken due to Hasteinn's blow.

"My teeth.." said Mr. Handam who then watched around him saw hundreds of people had risen from his chair to stop him, "My teeth are strong son.." , Smiling Mr. Handam, "it may take Mithril to pluck them out one by one before your iron is bent.hehehehehe"

Laughter Mr. Handam.

"Hahahahahaha" ,laughs Mr. Handam alone.

Hasteinn then smiled.

"Hehehehe" ,followed Hasteinn's laugh.

Then the nobles and soldiers started laughing.

"Mahaha"

The laughing began to be a lot.

"Hahahahahahhahaha!"

Even some of the servant mothers laughed.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!"

____-_-______

"You know, I never dreamed we would step on a foreign land like this and crown a king here" Khajir said, eating chicken.

Khajir sat next to Qharlan with his distinctive leather armour.

"Me too" said Qharlan.

"Nobody thought that your nephew would be king" Khajir said, taking a leather bag filled with wine from his pants.

"Trivistane only did what he saw as his duty" said Qharlan while looking at the sea view from this tower.

"The boy has always been hard on himself ever since the White Sand Lands, I saw him as my own eyes how stubborn he was on the battlefield" Khajir said as he opened his leather bag and drank his wine.

"Yes.it seems stubborn still remains something that he had even after that battle.even after his chest got a sewing wound" ,qharlan said with his dark brown eyes to see the birds flying over the sea.

"He was always concerned with duty.he was like an iron choosing to fight to pieces rather than rust. One that I like at once I do not like from the child" Khajir said.

"He cares about his father's hometown.he cares about Damaltia.he cares about the land that he has never seen in his life" said Qharlan while looking at his old hands.

"Maybe you need to be aware.maybe you need to tell him the truth.if this is a war he can't win" , ' ' ' ' 'bout" ,khajir said with his dark lips that he painted like the culture of his native tribe.

"The truth? I told him the truth.he is the rightful heir of this country, he has the right to blood.I told you he can't win this war.but he still comes here....the truth what else should I tell Trivistane?" ' said Qharlan looking intently at Khajir.

"Yes she had birthright and she was a man while the person sitting on the throne of Damaltia was now a little doll girl. But people will only see him as the illegitimate child of a woman from nowhere in Akkadian.Her father Trivistane also I'm sure not so much who likes him.." ' Khajir said.

"So you want us to back off? And back home in Akkadian? Back to being a mercenary?" said Qharlan.

"Yes, I don't want him to die Qharlan! She's the daughter of the girl we both love! He's the son of your sister! While he's the son of my childhood friend and loved one.I hate his father who took my love but I don't hate Trivistane.I want the boy to be safe.." ,khajir said as he stood up from his chair and saw his eyes that briefly looked like the eyes of a father.

"You are only a mercenary for Trivistane.you are not his father.we just have to serve him to death" said Qharlan.

Then Khajir walked slowly towards Qharlan.

And then Khajir then held the collar of Qharlan's clothes.

"Who is his father, huh? You?" said Khajir angrily.

"Not the two of us, his father is dead" Qharlan said firmly though his collar was pulled by Khajir.

"He may not see me as his father but I see him as the son I never had. I love him Qharlan...I don't want her to die on a land she hasn't even seen in almost her entire life.she came from the womb of the woman I love even though she wasn't from my blood but I still love her...that's something you can't resist." said Khajir with strong eyes.

Khajir's grip is getting stronger in Qharlan's collar.

"What do you want to do with him, huh? He has chosen his own path.we cannot prevent it.." - Qharlan.

Then the sound of small footsteps could be heard from far away approaching them.

"Uncle Qharlan? And uncle Khajir? What are you doing?" said a girl approaching them.

Her face looked cute as well as her, the little dark red dress she was wearing.

Blue eyes with the aura of her innocent little boy were staring at the two of them.

*Son of Miss Harlaw.* , thought Qharlan.

Since Trivistane took Harlaw's port, the sons of Harlaw's harbour owners have been their captives.

Qharlan refused to have the children imprisoned underground but let them wander the palace under the guard of the soldiers.

"Miss Asha...what is she doing here?" Khajir said in a soft voice.

Then Khajir slowly removed his hand from Qharlan's collar.

But Qharlan pushed him straight away.

*Damn.my collar is almost torn because of you.*, inner Qharlan.

"You son of a bitch." Khajir said in a whisper.

"Why? Don't talk dirty in front of this child" Qharlan whispered.

"Mr Qharlan and Mr Khajir are wrestling like the Akkadians?" said Asha in a cute voice.

"Akkadian wrestling?" said Khajir, raising his eyebrows.

"Yes he said the Akkadian people have a hobby of wrestling on the sand even he said in their palace" said Asha while holding a doll in his hand.

"What does this child mean?" Khajir said, whispering to Qharlan.

"Maybe it means 'the game of Ghamall' from the tribe of H'qamal" Qharlan said.

"Ghamall's Game? I'm not that barbarian H'qamal.why does he think we're both H'qamal" Khajir said by raising his eyebrows.

"Maybe the people here think that we are all the same as the H'qamal people" Qharlan said.

"Based on a fucking stranger" Khajir said as he scratched his hair, "is there a way to tell him about this?"

"Where do I know? I don't know how to tell a stranger" Qharlan said.

"Hihihiheheheh" ,laughs cute Asha.

Her cute laugh made the two fall silent.

For a moment only his little laugh and the sound of the sea waves that can only be heard in this tower.

For a moment the two could not speak.

"Uncle Khajir and Uncle Qharlan are cute when talking together again!" Asha said, pointing at the two of them.

Khajir and Qharlan could only look at each other and smile bitterly.

Then Asha went up to the seat..

"Ecc...Ekh...Ekh.." , the difficult sound of the seat is heard.

But his small body makes it difficult to climb the chair.

Khajir then helped by lifting Asha up onto a chair and making her sit together near a table.

Khajir then sat down near the table.

"Uncle Khajir and Qharlan are brothers?" Asha said.

"No" said the two of them in unison.

The two only looked at each other and returned a bitter smile.

*I don't want to be his brother*, inner Qharlan.

"But why are you so familiar?" asked Asha.

"We both grew up on the same beach" said Qharlan.

"It was my childhood that helped her swim since then that we became friends with her" Khajir said with his black lips.

"Where you are, you're not good at swimming so I'm helping you. You only learned when my sister helped you swim" said Qharlan, looking at Khajir.

"Be quiet, you've been lying since Qharlan's childhood" Khajir said.

"Huh? You were the one who stole and cheated the most when you were young" Qharlan said, staring at Khajir.

"Where you are, you are most often" Khajir said.

"Say if the Akkadian people lie then they will have their tongues cut off." Asha said innocently.

"No miss.it's the rules of the M'Rhall tribe. If Khajir is from a strange tribe in the west named H'ghaul" said Qharlan while pointing at Khajir.

"Hey,hey,hey, don't call my birth tribe a freak. Better it is better than the tribe of Valymor fish-loving fishermen" Khajir said.

"So..the Akkadian people there are many tribes.yes?" said Asha.

"Yes miss is mainly westernized, we have hundreds" Khajir said.

"Say you have many gods? I hear you worship the god of sand and the god of stone!" said Asha in a voice of spirit.

"I worship the goddess of the sea mother, miss. If the god of sand and stone is worshipped the same south Akkadian named K'Hallur" Qharlan said.

"I worship that is in the middle of the thigh of women, especially those who have not been touched" Khajir said haphazardly.

"Hey Khajir! Do not teach this innocent child carelessly!" said Qharlan in his old voice.

"Being..in the middle of a woman's thigh?.." ' said Asha innocently.

"Oi! Oh! Oh! Asha! You're waiting to get big and say it!" said Qharlan in a panic.

"Hahahhahahaha!" , laughed Khajir giggling.

"Don't laugh!" said Qharlan.

*tuk*

The sound of someone's footsteps rang out and a man stood before the door of their room that was wide open.

The three of them immediately turned their eyes to the personality in front of the room.

"My lord...'Blue whore' has been prepared" said the man at their door.

"Hahhahahahhahaha!" , Khajir laughed at it.

" 'Blue Whore'?" said Qharlan, thinking for a moment.

Qharlan thought what he meant but when he saw Khajir laughing out loud, Qharlan immediately understood his point.

"........ohhhh! 'Blue Widow' you mean!" said Qharlan.

"But sir, said my friend, the name of the ship is 'Blue Whore'." ' said the man.

"Hahahahahahahahahaa!!" , Laugh more loudly Khajir.

"Your friend tricked you, the name of that big ship was 'Blue Widow' , which has the Iron Lady Statue as its Anchor right?" said Qharlan.

"Yes my lord" said the man nervously.

"the ship is too old.is the back good?" said Qharlan.

"Who is my master, though there is some damage. The builder also said.This ship may be damaged more severely if it goes to the battlefield" said Khajir.

"Yes.." said Qharlan as he stood up from his seat, ".This may be the battle to come will be the last for him and me. If I drown with him.."

___-_-_____

"Where are my masters going?" said Torrmund beside Vesius walking with him in the mouth of the Bronze Sword Palace.

"You remember what I said? If I can't survive in the capital now without alliances?" Vesius said, looking at the paper in his hand.

"Yes my lord, I advise Mr. Halamarr of the Harrwyn Family" Torrmund said as he walked beside his master.

"No, he may be stupid and powerful but that doesn't mean he's easy to control. Not the stupid ally I need here anyway" Vesius said as he rolled up the paper.

"My master found it?" Torrmund said.

"He is not easily controlled.he does not care about money, strength, and honor.he only cares about stabilization and peace.." , said Vesius while putting the paper on.

Vesius' green eyes glowed faintly staring ahead.

"And he hates corruption so it is not easy to bribe him." - Vesius said with a smile, "you know he is Torrmund, he has made an alliance with my father"

Torrmund then realized who it was..

"Taivarr Bluebarr" Torrmund said in a ringing iron voice.