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2. UA

Plates clatter when clashing with other objects. The foam filled the entire bowl and went back empty after Bellena rinsed it.

At the dinner table, Vasco counted the pieces of coins while commuting given the nominal. He behaved like an adult or more specifically like Ned, the royal treasurer. Even though he had never seen the fat man count the money. How much does the king earn in a day? That's what always comes to mind. Of course a lot. More than just them they got food, sandangs, and palaces.

After finishing washing the kitchen utensils, Bellena did not go anywhere. He chose to sit opposite Vasco and look at the child as the mother's affectionate gaze should be. His hand held his chin and on it the red lips outlined a smile. How can the woman be grateful for this sweet boy? However, he did not get the spiritual needs that should be the rights of all people. Education is not at all. The Marinaisse trading system just happens without any clear calculations. Thus, the insightful noble side more easily took his rations as well as tricked them.

"What do we think today, Vasco?" bellena asked after her son finished counting.

"Thirty pieces of stone" he replied. How not? Thirty pieces of stone could only be exchanged for a quarter of chicken. Not to mention it must be cut with monthly taxes, be it land and buildings, water, fuel, and various other taxes.

"It's okay. We'll look for him again tomorrow."

"Can't we just plant money and wait for them to grow?"

Hearing Vasco's innocence, Bellena chuckled. "That's impossible, dear."

"I'm tired" Vasco said, sighing.

"You better sleep."

"Will you tell a story for me?"

Bellena remained silent for a moment, then nodded and followed Vasco into a narrow room containing only a bed and a wooden wardrobe.

Next to Vasco, the woman sat down while stroking her son's mane. Vasco pulled out a patchwork blanket and stared at the ceiling of the room.

"What do you want to tell me about?" ask Bellena.

Vasco thought for a moment. Looking for material to tell by the mother.

"Hm. tell me about dad."

"Dad?" reset Bellena frown.

"Yes. Why did you go to jail?"

The woman gasped. He was confused about having to be frank or how good. This eight-year-old is too early for him to know how dirty this country is. It was too early to comment on the darkness into the night. It is too difficult to express so as not to misunderstand.

"Mother?"

"Yes?"

Without repeating her request, Bellena understood what Vasco was waiting for. It was clear from the blue bead.

"What if Rapunzel and Her Long Hair?"

Vasco shook his head quickly. He was completely uninterested in the ancient tales he had heard over and over again each night.

"All the stories I've told you. Now Vasco wants a story about dad."

"Dad doesn't have a story like Rapunzel, honey."

"But, I once told you about Mom's childhood. I must have one, too."

"I-mom doesn't know my father's childhood story, Vasco."

The boy raised his body. Take him to a sitting position next to the woman.

"Vasco wants to tell me about how he was imprisoned" he protested. "Only that and Vasco will fall asleep."

***

A patih walked into the dining room consisting of a long table and a row of high-backed chairs. Where all the class representatives gathered.

After saluting the guests, the man handed a papyrus to a king who was none other than the first leader of Marinaisse, Cornelis I. After receiving it, he immediately pulled out a white feather from the glass bottle filled with black liquid that soaked the tip of the feather.

On top of the papyrus, an irregular line has been scratched which signifies the king's approval of the contents of the letter. Next from group II consisting of clergy, inscribed his signature.

Next, the time came for Group III of the common people to represent its members in the approval of this letter. That person was Jean Devisser who served as the village chief. However, there was no noticeable difference from the appearance between the village chief and the community he led. They are both group III who have the lowest level of power and the most basic economic level.

Another with two factions that easily cast graffiti on his behalf, Jean Devisser seemed to be restrained by his own voluptuous will. To him, the content of the decision of this letter was irrelevant to the outcome of their discussion. This was completely different from what was previously thought.

Liar, his wrath inwardly.

There was no point in the king telling the village chief to consult and hand over the results. No further talks or talks. Suddenly an agreement was made. How did Jean willing his signature to be sold cheaply, while later the people suffered again?

"What's up, Mr Devisser?" ask King Cornelis.

Now his fingers are throbbing. The heat spread throughout his body. He gave a sensation of fire in his heart. But he tried to catch his breath. Putting on a fake face seems fine.

Jean Devisser glanced back at the column where the signature should have been. Slowly he pulled the feather from the ink and began to give the agreed symbol on top of the papyrus.

Later in the ranks of the nobility, Cornelis d'Carruso who was the younger brother of King Cornelis I sat upright. He was implying a grin from his facial water. Jean Devisser was getting up in black as her net angle caught the expression. But he still managed to hold onto his anger.

Finally, the implementation of the new policy has been approved by all representatives of the group. The king's advisor closed the event and one by one the people moved from his seat.

Jean Devisser stepped quickly towards the door. More precisely towards the target of the dagger that had been stored by him behind his shabby T-shirt.

Zass...

Blood had already come out, witnesses had seen, the blade had stained, as well as the village chief who had been stained with sin.

All pairs of eyes widened, the breath instantly choked, but shouts filled the meeting room. A moment later, the cry of the baby overcame the agonizing groan of the king. Lady Rosalina in Lady Amber's arms wept when she felt that her heart was disturbed by the commotion. Meanwhile, Dennis d'Carruso hid his views behind Amber's body from the cruel murder that eventually shook the entirety of the Marinaisse Kingdom.

The blue-blooded man fell to his knees until he was unable to hold the deep stab in his back and then lay helpless. All panic. Without orders, the soldiers were ready to take Sang Cornelis to another room. Meanwhile, Jean Devisser the perpetrator was taken prisoner by many parties there. Forcibly dragged through a large hallway and stone steps towards the bars to be judged.

***

Seeing the drop by drop break down more and more, Vasco held him back by wiping around Bellena's cheeks.

"Dad said that dad was fine after I got home from there."

As the sobbing filled her breathing room, Bellena tried to smile in front of the son.

"Mom knows. I'll be fine as well after you fall asleep."

"Mom sure?"

He nodded, then released a pair of small hands that rubbed his face. The woman continued to reassure her that her heart was not as fat as when she first learned her husband was sentenced to prison. He had to make Vasco not think too much about it.

Bellena closed the bedroom door slowly and Vasco stared at how it had closed itself with its frame. Not because he was surprised by the process of closing the door, but because he was curious about the process of returning a beautiful smile on Bellena's face after being sad.

I don't know. Vasco just wants Bellena to be okay. So, he should fall asleep right now.

***