METAL CHILD BALLad
BEHIND THE PAINTING

"Bloody maple? What do you mean, Segara?" Alexi was suddenly startled with a sudden mutter.

"Yes, Young Master. This painting looks even more beautiful with your bloodstains here." Actually Segara was trying to make sense for Alexi to undo his intention to clean up the blood stains on his painting. Because it can fade watercolors and add more damage.

"With your blood here, it's like a union between Zain and you." Segara in his heart wanted to laugh with his own words that only wanted to outwit his young master.

"A union?" Alexi seemed to be starting to think of things that looked reasonable and good. "Eh, Abraham! Do you think so too?"

"Eeehh, I don't really understand what he's saying. But I guess that sounds reasonable." Abraham simply answered, because he did not know what these two men meant. In terms of love, he really doesn't think about it at all.

"Basic rock! How do you understand romance? Did you know all this time to love me?" Alexi threw his face in annoyance. He was not even aware when a syringe was piercing the skin around his wound.

"of course. Other than loving myself, I only love you and the great lord." Apparently, Abraham was inserting anesthetic drugs to relieve pain during the suturing process later. Alexi himself was still thinking about the fall of the painting which still stuck in his heart and mind at this time.

"One day you will love someone besides us. Shouldn't you get married, Abraham?" asked Alex while looking at nowhere, because it was precisely he himself who imagined the face of his beloved girl.

"Young Master is joking." Abraham said as he continued to do his duty. He deliberately let Alexi continue to speak so as not to realize, if the wound is in the process of suturing.

"The wound was almost an inch deep, why did he feel nothing?" Abraham was astonished by Alexi who looked so ordinary. "Is this anesthetic medicine that is too good, to eliminate one hundred percent of the pain?"

"Did the Young Master's hand not hurt?" asked Abraham as a result of curiosity who kept sighing in his mind.

"illness?" Alexi asked back what he meant to himself. His heart murmured with an overwhelming feeling of pain. "My heart feels much more pain when I imagine I'm marrying the princess of the White Cloud Sect."

"No, Abraham."

Meanwhile, Segara was still busy paying attention to the details of the orange maple leaf painting that was very liked by the employer. Surely something made the young master become so fond of things that never made Alexi glance at these kinds of things.

Segara murmured while placing his hand on his chin, while the other hand crossed in front of his chest as his support. " Love can turn the world around. To the extent that the painting alone had made it that way."

"May the young master think a little about my words earlier. It would be very troublesome if this painting was damaged due to the washing process. Just let her think that her bloodstains would be a beauty as well." Segara really had to think hard for Alexi to understand.

Segara touched the surface of the painting with the tip of his index finger to examine the details of the image that looks unique and looks alive. Inevitably the young man amazed and praised the painting maker. "It seems that the girl favored by the young master was really an art lover with extraordinary talent, so that she could describe in detail every character of this leaf she painted."

"Even the subtlest lines are described very carefully," said Segara in his heart as he continued down the black lines that looked quite irregular until he accidentally read a strand of words written upside down. "I-i imub sata id .. what is this?"

Several times the young man repeated the words he found. It was heard by Alexi. "Country, what did you just say? Why does that sound so weird?"

"Young Master, may I touch this painting?" Segara did not immediately answer Alexi's question, but instead asked permission to touch the painting.

"Is there something strange about the painting?" Alexi almost got up from his lie-down, but Abraham immediately gestured for him not to move. "Is the painting broken?"

"There's no damage whatsoever, it's just that I see there's a strange sentence here, Young Master."

"Okay, Young Master. Thank you for your permission," said Segara with a feeling of relief. He lifted a painting sheet made of white canvas cloth to observe the writing that made him curious.

Segara very carefully lifted the painting to look closer. "This is a totally reverse writing. But, it doesn't seem to be just one or two sentences. And this, there's even a few sentences on it."

Uh, wait!" Segara suddenly flipped the cloth and sure enough, his eyes suddenly saw a poem that had caught his attention.

"The poem behind the painting!"

Elsewhere ....

"Letchkora!" The thugs shouted as a thick pile of dust hit all of their faces, while the girl who spread the dust immediately moved to beat the heads and bodies of the thugs who were holding the pain in their respective eyesight.

This made the girl dressed as a metal boy laugh out loud after her tension slightly disappeared, because she saw a funny scene in front of her eyes.

"Just feel it for all of you, you village thugs!" The girl immediately ran down the stairs and out of the old building. He really did not want to waste a good opportunity that might not happen again. Escaping again and again, was the best path for him.

At this time he still felt not to face them at once, although Hardman had he battered before, but his strength was still not enough if he had to face ten people at once.

"Hey, don't run away you tengiiilk boy!" The thug boss felt awkward when he managed to open his eyes and met his men who were groaning in pain due to their eyes exposed to dust from the scribbles of worn curtains that certainly never washed for decades.

"Pursue diaaaa!" The thug boss shouted while holding his two eyes which felt very painful and painful. Every now and then the thugs coughed as a result of choking on the dust.

"My eyes! My eyes can't see!" The mustachioed thug shouted hysterically as he felt the torture in his eyes.

"Stupid you all are!" The thug boss felt very angry after realizing his quarry had escaped. "The girl managed to escape! It's all your stupidity!"

"Snow?" asked the other thugs while fumbling in all directions. A dark and stuffy room plus vision that has been disturbed by a cloud of dust.

"We've all been fooled by that rancid boy!" The thug boss was still unable to see clearly despite having managed to open his eyes.

"My eyes pediiiiih!" shouted the thug with the head of the wolf while holding his eyes like blind,

"That little girl is really fucking and resourceful!" Other thugs are no less furious because they feel they are only a loser by weak girls who can only run to save themselves.

"Rubber! I was also surprised by him, how could Hardman's boss be beaten to death by a snot like him?"

"Already! Let's go after him before he gets further and further away from here!"

...Seriate...