I Change The Genre From Romance To Fantasy
Episode 11

At that time my family's financial situation was completely destroyed after my beloved wife died of a mysterious disease that even the greatest healer in the city could not cure. "Darling...."

"I'm sorry Podo." my hand holding his hand felt numb after seeing him close his eyes for ever.

A few days passed after the death of my beloved wife my day was really not okay.

The money I have saved has been wasted on my beloved wife's medical expenses. "aaah... How about now." It hurts so much in the head every time I remember a struggle that was fruitless and ended in vain with his departure.

As a resident who lives in a remote part of the village I find it very difficult to make money, the horse farm that my family has been running for 7 generations has been on the verge of bankruptcy. The absence of funds to supply horse feed almost made the number of horses present drastically reduced.

During that time I was so sters plus my son who suddenly got sick, the appearance of a large crocodile in the lake, the tax collector who came constantly.... "Oh God... Why did you give me such a great trial of life while I was still grieving" I said in prayer as I touched my son's forehead lying sick in the room.

I'm so tired, I'm so saturated, almost crazy

at all times, always worried whenever I close my eyes next to my weak-eyed son. "Hiks... Carlos...." My crying broke when word from a healer who used to take care of my wife came.

"It looks like your son contracted a disease from your late wife." The healer told me that my son was staying in the same rare disease that took the life of my beloved wife. "No... This is Impossible... Snif... If My Son is Affected by Disease That'S WHY I'M NOT!..," I said frustratedly.

"There's nothing I can do anymore, I'm sorry for the trouble that's beenfalling you Djordan." The doctor packed his medical equipment and left behind some medicine.

"Dad... Huh... Huh...." Carlos opened his eyes.

"Am I very sick, Dad?."

"Heheh... Of course not, you'll be cured soon." My son's eyes kept looking at me for a long time, every time I remembered his eyes, my late wife's face flashed. Her beautiful smile, her soft voice, her tender love as if I had just felt yesterday. "Snif Carlos.., whatever happens don't leave Dad alone," I said softly in tears.

A few days passed since then, Carlos' condition worsened, the tax collectors came and forcibly brought the horses I had. They took everything including my precious chickens.

"If you don't have money don't make most tax debts stupid." The tax collector came to bring some thugs from the village to beat me up.

Everything is broken, there is no hope for me. The frustration that kept coming my way had brainwashed me into unconsciously picking up a shotgun to end it all. I'm sorry Carlos... I'm a bad father.... The long barrel shotgun poured out on my son who was lying weakly with sweat drenching his body. My hand trembled, as it pulled the trigger to release the bullet child. "BAD... HUHH...." Tears fell from both my eyes.

"I-i."

Seeing his shriveled face withstanding the pain it felt like my heart was burning even more. I pulled my gun again and rushed out crying in the middle of the night.

"HAAAAAAARG- WHY...!!! WHY ME...!!! WHYAAAAA-," I cried. I cried for 30 minutes outside, feeling sorry for killing my beloved son, who is the legacy of the most beautiful wife in the world. "I should have died ..... Yeah! If it's like this, I'm supposed to die with my son."

My head is going dark. The gun I was holding slowly stretched out my throat. "Let's die with my son. We'll meet your mother in heaven" I said half-crazy. I closed my eyes slowly, the tears were still flowing down and the heart was beating fast.

Degdeg...

Clik.

When I was about to press the trigger suddenly a voice from behind me stopped my actions instantly. "Aren't you too big to think of suicide at your young age?." Thanks to a voice I did not know I stopped my actions to press the trigger/gun lever. "Who???."

When I turned around, a black haired woman stood behind me, looking at me arrogantly as if I was a very lowly creature.

"It's upsetting, I didn't come here to see you kill yourself." The woman I saw was like a starless night sky. His voice was so calm yet sharp to hear, his gaze once again reminded me of the calm lake water at night.

Every time a sentence is said from his lips as red as an apple will make my heart beat because of nervousness.

"If you knew who I was would you stop ending your life?" he asked in a low tone.

"I don't know."

He fell silent, then spoke again. "I'm tired, prepare a place for me to rest" he said.

"What?????."

"I said I was tired, so prepare a place for me to rest." His expression still had not changed when he said that.

"I don't take strangers for granted." I saw the woman in front of me silent again and then she walked one step ahead, crouching right in front of me who was sitting on dirty sand.

Her melodious voice came back to my ears but this time her voice managed to make my world shake even louder than before. "I am a noble of the Emersyn family.... If you don't want to die miserably, quickly prepare what I command."

"!!!"

Emersyn Family.... Since long ago, my family has taught me to always be very polite in front of some khusu people, especially the nobles who came to choose our horse kepeternakan. My family really educated us very hard on that and also did not forget, he said, I still remember when my 6th generation father warned me very hard about one noble family that is very famous in the Harper kingdom that is Emersyn.

"When you see one of them bow down!, lest you look them in the eye or as a result we shall be cut off." At that time I considered that my father's words were only a bluff just to make me not act arbitrarily in front of the nobility but now I understand what my father used to say is the truth.

Because at this moment I subconsciously bow my head as low as possible in front of a young woman. "I... I-." My breath became congested, my body trembled violently and my vision trembled. "I... I-."

"Enough the bases just make up the space."

"AH! DA... DA... DA... I'LL GET READY." My body fell down several times while trying to stand up, for a moment my forgotten stersku was replaced by the terror of the figure of a young woman.

"Let's go in!." I opened the door as wide as possible to invite him into the house. All sorts of things that block the way of reflesk I get rid of. "Just sit here." Point me to the wooden chair I used to sit in because that was the best chair I had.

His facial expression still had not changed as before when sitting on a wooden chair. I saw him cross his legs and then touch his long braid hair like a boss sitting opposite to his subordinates. "It's the best chair I have I hope you like it."

"..., Where's your son."

"Well???."

"I heard you had a sick son."

"That's it, he's in.his room," I said hesitantly.

"...."

The Emersyn woman fell silent again. What Should I Do, I Don't Know Why He Came Here And Know My Son's Condition, I Don't Know What He Thinks How This Is...! My inner scream.

"Where will I sleep?."

"Huh??? Are you going to stay???."

"Of course, you think I came here hard-earned and would just leave?."

"S-I'm sorry," I said scared again.