LIAMARLO
Alan's Childhood

In 1997, the beginning of the rainy season in November.

The sound of thunder boomed from outside the house where Alan lived among the women selling liquor and the place selling women.

Alan was 8 years old at the time and she was a girl.

"Shelf!!!!" Alan's tiny body was kicked by a drunk man there.

It happened, because Alan threw a bottle of liquor to the figure of a drunk man who dragged the figure of the woman who Alan had considered as his sister.

"Stop ! He is a little boy ! Do not what He is ! I'll come with you !" Firmly the woman while sitting back to Alan whose head was out of blood.

"Don't...." Lirih Alan while looking at the man who was clearly dressed like a king.

"Plac!!!!" The man slapped the woman in front of Alan.

The hard slap of the man, made the woman fall on the floor of the ceramic that had been hit by the liquor liquid.

"NGREET !" Alan's long slightly blonde black hair was pinched by the man.

"Akh !" The man's ramming made Alan's scalp sore.

"Cumbers !" The man spat in Alan's face.

"You're beautiful, but not with that brash attitude of yours to me" she said.

Alan dressed and dressed like a girl because of a boy, could not stay in that house.

Alan bit his teeth hard.

He hates being said to be beautiful by men.

But, what is his power.

He's already made such a big deal.

And He did not want to make others like the woman who helped him.

"Your red eyes, are you a nation of devils ? Buahahhaha ! The nation of demons has been wiped out from this world ! Come with me, and be my girl. I'm going to free that woman" the drunken man told Alan.

"Don't ! Just take me and let Him be here !" Firmly the woman sat down and held the man's leg.

"How's son ? You or him coming with me ?" Ask the man.

"Sister, let me get out of here. Thank you for the affection that Brother has given me" Alan said with eyes that look gloomy and do not look radiant.

"Alan ! You are a little girl ! And you are it ! Male !!!" Shouted the woman as she let out her tears and smiled broadly in front of Alan.

"DELVE!!"

It was something that the owner of the house kept secret.

The views of all the customers were on Alan including the man.

Alan, was the child found by the woman who owned the house near the river.

So, no one knows who Alan's parents are except Author.

So, this Alan, still a descendant of Yve, Arlo's sister.

In order to protect Alan from the prevailing policies in the market, the owner of the house made Alan look like a girl and taught Alan to dress up since childhood.

Alan did not forget the identity of himself who was still the man.

Alan smiled widely and straight-up

"Trachhh!" Fractions of the bottle that is still held by Alan, Directly he slashed in his long hair and splashed it.

Alan's beautiful fine hair, which was well-groomed, was cut irregularly which made people even more surprised.

Alan was really angry at the man.

"Crat !" Alan's little hand, pointed the tipped piece of glass at the man's neck.

Blood immediately spurted on Alan's face.

The man's body fell down

The sound of terrified screams and people scattering made a sensation in Alan's heart.

The woman who was trying to help Alan, widened her eyes to see Alan who did not look like the Alan he knew.

"Sister, you want to get out of here ?" Alan asked as he stretched out his blood-filled hand while smiling at the woman.

The woman's eyeballs were shaking and her body also looked extremely trembling.

The woman, showed her fearful expression towards Alan.

Alan was surprised.

"Why Brother ? I, love you so much, Let's go together" said Alan, still smiling at the woman.

"Monster ! Witch ! Murderer ! Stay away from me !!!!!" It was the woman's scream that made Alan very surprised.

"Why ?" Ask Alan.

"DARK !!! SAVE ME !!!!" Shouted the woman while standing up and running away from Alan who was still extending his hand.

A strange and claustrophobic feeling appeared filling Alan's heart

Alan's wide smiling face, turned into an expressionless flat face.

The hand that He stretched out, He just dropped it and went straight out of that place without inviting anyone.

Alan was running in the rain filled with lightning.

"Fast up!" Suddenly, Alan's nape was immediately hit by someone he did not see where it came from.

"Brukkk!!!!" Alan, fell on the ground and was instantly unconscious.

I don't know how long Alan was unconscious.

When he woke up, he was already in a bound state and his mouth was held in a red cloth.

Alan blinked his still blurry eyes while looking down.

Alan's memory was faint.

He just remembered that he had left the woman's sales house.

Alan lifted his gaze.

He saw a lot of children of his age who were held captive also in the room whose lighting only uses a torch.

"KREEK....." The door opened slowly.

The light from outside the room went inside and made Alan's view clear.

Alan immediately widened his eyes, it turned out that the one in the room was not just a child.

But, in the room were some teenagers who were much older than Alan.

The person who had just entered gave off a bright red glow from both of his palms and those glowing red eyes, making Alan startled.

Clearly, Alan saw the man wearing a sensibility like a king who was all blue with a silver pendant he had robbed.

"Include me, I'm the king of the North. Name, Vian. I, will free you who will practice magic with me. And I too, will raise up whoever is of the male kind among you who will be my heir" Greetings the incoming figure.

From the inside of Alan, he hated the man who wore clothes like a king.

It reminded Alan of the incident before escaping the house.

Alan was really stupid with the introduction of the king from the north and Alan again closed his eyes because he felt like he had no hope of living again.

"Do you want to come with me ?"

"Please ! Get me out of here !!!! I'm willing to be your son!!!!" The sound of the boy screaming there.

"Let's just die....." Alan's mind was still closing his eyes.

Alan heard the sound of footsteps approaching him.

The sound of footsteps stopped before Alan.

"Why is he tied up like this ?" Ask Vian.

"Oh, He, He is the new son of His Majesty" replied the man behind Vian who was carrying a long log.

Alan opened his eyes slightly and Alan looked at the king's shoes.

"She, two days ago it had made a royal official have to lose his vocal chords"

"Two days ? So, I was unconscious for that long ? Why don't you just die this me ?" Inner Alan.

"Oh, so this boy is the one people are looking for ? Then, do you have to tie him up like this ?"

"Yes, we are very afraid to associate it with other children. Fearing, he went berserk and attacked them"

"What, I look like a mons..." Alan's mind is not over yet.

"Monster ? You think this kid is?" Ask the King.

Alan was very surprised to hear Vian.

"Now I ask, why did He do that ?" Vian asked while holding Alan's head.

"I don't know. Someone sold it to Me and when I asked, He replied that this child had stabbed the royal high ranking" The long-wicker man replied.

"Then, because she looks beautiful. I bought it without a second thought" continued the man.

"Why does everyone think of me as a woman ?" Alan's mind was shedding his tears.

"So that's it, this kid's not a boy ?" Vian asked as he took off his hand that was holding Alan's head.

Alan, see a chance to be free from here.

Quickly, Alan immediately raised his gaze.

"I ! I am not a woman !!! I'm a Boy !" Firmly Alan with an indistinct voice as his mouth was covered with cloth while looking at the King.

Vian and the man holding the rattan were shocked to see Alan's red eyes.

The man holding the rattan dropped his bread and immediately held onto Alan's cheek up close.

"I'm sorry, I'm not going to sell this kid, Sire" said the man holding the rattan.

"Why ? I'm willing to take Him at whatever price you ask as long as you remember your limits" Vian said.

"I'm sorry, Sire, she's a woman and she's an open man" the man replied as he stood his back to Alan.

"I don't care about that anymore. I'll buy it whatever you ask"

The king was very pushy because, he knew red eyes were the hallmark of the descendants of the best sorcerers in the country.

"I don't care if you're a King or not. This is my right as a trader. And I reserve the right to refuse to continue this transaction" said the Trader.

"You know my kingdom is far from here and I'm not the one who has a lot of time ?" Ask the King.

"I'm very grateful that you took the time to come here" said the merchant.

"LET ME SARAAH DAKHI HERE!!!" Alan shouted in an indistinct voice

*Take me out of here.

The king and merchant immediately looked at Alan whose eyes were already bloated with tears.

The king, took off his gloves and immediately wiped Alan's Tears using his hands.

"I, could have reported you to the higher-ups of this kingdom for hiding him" said Vian (North King)

The merchant could not dwell anymore.

"Well, With a heavy heart, I am willing to sell Him at four times the original price" said the merchant with a smile.

"certain"

Finally, Alan was brought in by Vian.