How She Can Be Loved
Chapter 4: Letter Without Receiver
“Si grim girl, The cruel girl, Empyrean Death Angel, Victory Goddess, etc. Among all the nicknames given to you, only one means good. Haha, those smart people also chose a nickname for you.”
The Duke of Bhaltair Ishtarnia. Trying to open a conversation with his daughter who had been holding her face. Already earlier, ever since their horse carriage started walking, the girl continued to be pensive. Staring far out the window while occasionally sighing. Even though the war with the next Kingdom was over, it seemed that his mind was still complaining. I don't know what her only daughter thinks. What about his past? Or about the series she wrote? Kananga does not hide her past
from Dad. He entrusted the secret to his father.
“Hah.” His daughter once again sighed. This time it's much longer than before. This time he sat more.
“Bos large. What the hell is going on? Since when have I been the center of their attention? If they want to praise, it means they praise the wrong person.” Without taking his eyes off. The girl still locked her eyes out the window. Regretting his mistakes that he doesn't even know. Devastated was his plan to not attract anyone's attention during his life in that world.
He is not the one who should be the center of attention. It was not him who should have earned the respect and gratitude of the various parties. If not for his younger siblings, Kananga Ishtarnia might have just stayed a mere name. All the attention and praise should have been given to his two younger siblings.
Before going to war, his brothers gave him their latest weapons. When it comes to assembling weapons, those two boys are the heroes. No one knows about the weapon. The two boys indeed only wanted her brother to try it first than anyone else. My prayers are with you, brother. We hope this protects you. Kananga still remembered the words of Elfad and Enrich, her two younger siblings, when they put the weapon into her suitcase secretly. They don't want anyone to know about their new invention. Kananga
know right. His two sisters must have already imparted their magic into that weapon. Not play. The magic abilities of his two sisters are much greater than that of humans in general. If the two of them were to implant their magic together in that thing, he could already imagine how terrifying it would be
the power of that weapon. Makes him shudder in horror. That's why Kananga decided to only use the weapon if the situation is being squeezed. Afraid of people intending to abuse the abilities of his younger siblings.
Is correct. Kananga alleged about the weapon in the form of firearms. Kananga's decision to use it only when in a pinch situation, was all right. Just by pulling the trigger once. The power of that thing until it can punch a hole in a hill. Making enemy soldiers in front of him goosey. Fear of being hit by mysterious firearm fire. Like her sisters prayers, the weapon really protected her. It also managed to make the enemy soldiers fear him. This is the origin of the creepy nicknames that enemy soldiers give to Kananga.
In their eyes, Kananga before pulling the mysterious weapon out of its hiding place was the collision of wars. Tumbles sent directly by the Empyrean King. Of course there is satisfaction and pride for them if they succeed in finishing the collision. The only daughter of Duke Ishtarnia, the Empyrean Black Horse. But after Kananga pulled the trigger, their view of Kananga suddenly changed. It was like seeing a demon or an angel of death who smiled broadly as he pointed the muzzle of his weapon at the heads of his enemies. Kananga actually took advantage of the fears of her enemies. Letting them go alive from before him, spreading terror if there was a violent girl from the Empyrean army who possessed frightening abilities. The terror has spread. Make his enemies reluctant to face Kananga directly. Their fear is excessive. To the extent that the next Kingdom side withdrew all its troops because of the terror they made themselves.
The war was over in just how many months. The girl ventured into becoming a war hero who was predicted to have greater achievements than the Crown Prince. And this is the condition of the violent girl now. He regretted taking advantage of the fear of his enemies back then.
“Already, Son. Is not the current situation even in our favor?” Bhaltair broke the concentration of his daughter who was tearing her memory down a few months ago. “Everyone already thinks of you as their hero. The nobles have also started to see you as a valuable opportunity. Because that's what happened like that maybe it will happen again if Dad is not beside you.” It is true what his father said.
“Hah! At the very least, that damn King wouldn't dare to touch my daughter now!” The Duke of Ishtarnia folded his hands, smiling proudly at the circumstances in their favor now. “Dad, lower your voice. What if someone hears it and gets us executed like that stupid jerky?” After the application incident, Baine's farewell ritual, now even his father began to act. Canvas can only
sigh. Dizziness why the people around him always act.
“Isn't this what you want? Ever since he was in this world, since he became Kananga. It's not like you want to avoid all the trouble and live quietly for the next ten years, is it? In your inshore, our problem is His Highness the Crown Prince. Your Highness the Crown Prince, no, not even now His Majesty the King will be able to touch you. At least until the next few years.” It is true said Bhaltair. This situation was indeed exactly what Kananga wanted.
“Entah Dad. I feel...Something bad is going to happen.”
“Quiet, Son. You just need to avoid interacting with those two people.” The girl still folded her eyebrows, looking out the window at the speeding horse-drawn carriage.
“See! You calm down now?” Bhaltair pointed his finger out the window. Pointing to a magnificent building that stands firmly in the middle of the green relief yard. This time he managed to make the frown on his daughter's eyebrows disappear instantly. He no longer stared far out the window. Now his mind was completely focused on that building. That's home. The place where her sisters were waiting for her.
As soon as the horse carriage stopped, without needing to be opened by the maid, Kananga hurriedly opened the carriage door. Without needing to be helped down, Kananga immediately jumped down. Rushing ran over to the two smiling people welcoming him. Leaving his father who had just helped him down, but was preceded by Kananga's broad steps. Darting, jumping into both hugs.
“Kakak!” Enrich welcomes Kananga's embrace. The boy who had just turned 11 seemed to be growing taller again. Just look, she almost equaled her older sister's height.
“Cananga!” Elfad, the middle brother who is now 14 years old. Again and again. One of his younger siblings was already taller than Kananga. Although they continue to grow, Kananga still treats them as they used to. Like kid. Or maybe like his son? He really could not hide his old soul behind the body of the teenager. Elfad who has now entered puberty also sometimes avoid his brother's embrace. But it seems like he's giving up this time. Perhaps she also missed her brother that much as her brother also missed her.
In the other corner of the roomy green courtyard, Cella got off the other horse carriage. A servant girl was already waiting in front of the horse carriage with teary eyes. She is Eyjah, her brother, who is already a parent figure and sister to Cella. Cella can't wait to get off the horse carriage. Leaving the suitcase containing his luggage carelessly behind him. Hugged the brother tightly. It was full of the courtyard with a warm atmosphere. Embracing each other releases longing.
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The sun had long since sunk itself in the western horizon of the sky. No more orange color gradations on the horizon. It was now pitch-dense, along with some light in the windows of the house that had been extinguished. But not in the girl's room. The light source of the room had not been extinguished. Even though the night wind from the balcony. Serindai blew the curtain white curtains. Making the moonlight start peering into the room. It seems that the owner of the room did it intentionally.
Kananga is now on the balcony of her room. Looking at the night sky that somehow looks dark and bright at the same time. Maybe because of the stars. There is no cloud. Bright to not difficult to see the expanse of star clusters on the horizon. The line formed a path like sparkling white sand.
The night wind greeted her cheeks and made her hair start waving like strands of silk thread. Shimmering in the moonlight. By just using her nightgown, it did not make Kananga feel cold and stop her admiration for the night sky in that world. Even his gentle smile did not stop. His smile at night always sounded soft. Become a lullaby melody for some who manage to hear it. I don't know what melody he's playing. No one knows. This was just part of his little habit of thinking about something. I don't know what he's thinking.
The sound of knocking on the door stopped his gentle humming. Eliminates its focus from the night horizon. A maid began to open the door of the room when she was allowed to enter.
“I guessed it. Little miss must be on the balcony” Eyjah, the red-haired servant girl. He looks a lot like his sister, Cella. The girl entered Kananga's room with a tray of warm tea and some snacks. She perfectly understood her little miss needed to warm her body after being buffeted by the night wind. Seeing Eyjah putting together the tray on the table made him close the balcony door and walk back into his room.
“Thank you, Eyjah.” Kananga smiled kindly at the girl who had helped take care of her for 5 years.
“Small girl, please don't sleep too late. Tomorrow is an important day for Miss.” It seems like there is no rest for her little miss. Tomorrow will still have to take care of everything related to his departure to Einherja in how many days.
“I understand Eyjah, thank you.” Not much to say, or maybe already exhausted, Kananga sat sweetly in front of the snacks and tea that Eyjah prepared. After making sure this time her little Miss was really going to rest, Eyjah started turning off the source of the lighting and left the room after saying good-bye to her little Miss.
Oh, aye. Kananga remembered something. He promised to tell someone something. He started picking up some pastel floral-patterned letter sheets in his writing desk drawer. With the pen in his right hand, he slowly dipped the tip of the pen into the ink. The pen was in hand, but Kananga was still sitting pensively in front of the paper. His hands were too weak to write.
The girl began to catch her breath. Slowly but deeply. How many minutes have passed since he held a bird feather pen. There was much he wanted to write, but he could not express it in words. Just always. It was always like this when he started writing letters without the address of the recipient. It was already full of three drawers on his writing desk he used to store the letters. Letter without receiver. He did not know where to send the letters. No one ever knew if the letter would reach the intended person. However, it did not make Kananga renege on her promise.
The girl started smiling. The best solution to hide his pain and deep yearning. Also to hold back his tears that somehow at any time can flow profusely wet his cheeks. Slowly, he began to move the pen in his hand. One line, two lines, he started to pull on the paper. One word, two words, he began to assemble into a sentence, a paragraph.
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To you, my Angel.
How's it going? I hope this letter will reach you.
Somehow, I don't know either.
Are you worried about me?
No. gabe. Not necessary. You don't have to worry about me.
I am well in this world.
L'm..
Much has changed since we arrived in this world.
I was the one who was selfish. Just thinking about you and myself.
Now I start thinking about a lot of people.
I hope you don't hate my change.
In this place..
Different from in our world.
I am destined to
hated so loved in this world.
My days are always colored thanks to them.
Of course, not all are brightly colored and pastel.
Sometimes the color is also dark, and even foggy.
But thanks to them, I'm sure everything will be fine.
You must be confused who ‘they’ is, right?
Just chill.
I'll tell you everything.
Stories about him, about those I love.
I'll try to tell you as much detail as I can, as I can.
Until you felt like you were next to me at the time.
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