Nurvati
Episode 71: Mortal In Victory.
In the silence of the dark, the whole twilight now began to turn darker and the sky had a red tinge of blood, the water turned pitch black, and miraculously the Original Self of Captain Rui transformed into a four-horned Goddess, a burning fire, horns so terrible as a dragon like through the 'ceiling of the universe' that looks creepy.
“Now you are mine,” the word of the Goddess of the Four Horns.
Just crying full of the emptiness of Captain Rui there, kneeling and slumped. Until Captain Rui's entire body began to turn blackish, like wood that began to become charcoal.
And when the form of Captain Rui changed drastically, he now became the son of the black Satan. Not only that, his body that became charcoal then burned with a fiery red flame, burned all over his body, but not a little Captain Rui felt pain, just silent, silent enjoying the void, and still, and every drop of her tears, became a drop of red blood.
17 Seconds after, Captain Rui turned into black smoke, then disappeared, disappearing into nothingness, as if swallowed by reality.
Along with this strange incident, the war was over. The expanse of water that began to orange, which was peaceful, warm, in the scope of the twilight atmosphere, leaving only a mere void.
Back to the Fairy realm of the West which has now finished holding a wedding, all back to their normal activities. The day after the first legion won, news spread to the military, especially the White Wing military.
And as time passed, Prince Azer was now directly at the White Wing military headquarters. It's too busy for a honeymoon, and a stupid time with it. The level of hope of wanting to win in a war was the top priority at the moment.
Inside the headquarters in an extremely spacious room, made of purple diamonds, the leaders were still monitoring the course of the war from their seats. Staring fixedly at the mirror screen which was now a White Wing card one legion covered all.
“We won .. and the legions of two and three are heading there,” said the male warlord of the Fairy race by looking at Prince Azer.
The Prince Azer who sat back in his chair patted his chest with a proud slanted smile, saying, “See .. My plan must be smooth!”
Some of the warlords smiled gratefully, smiling from winning and not from Prince Azer's words.
Prime Minister Fizo still stands to the left of Prince Azer. He considers this not a victory, but balanced and reluctant to express opinions because it must be just nonsense.
When they are leaders enjoy the pleasure of victory. Away from the White Wing military headquarters, in the steady steps of a respectable woman, it pours into a dark forest full of mystery.
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Shady trees block the bright rays of the sun to eliminate the dark, it is not too dark but still limited visibility, plus hemp that grows in a scope not a little, is not too dark, it hinders the steps of the Princess of the West. This is the first time he has come here.
Bushes or strands of tree roots are enough to form the dark path, but for the purpose of importance, Putri Kerisia berjibaku in this dark forest. However, he must be able to remember how to smile or remember how to laugh.
Quite embarrassed when at his brother's wedding, that he was not even able to show a smile of politeness, the nobles looked at him strangely, as if he considered himself arrogant.
Princess Kerisia did not know that living without a smile was troublesome enough, forming a paradigm at the party. Yeah, people look like they don't like him. He should look friendly and not annoying.
His entire attempt to break through the hemp and the dirtiness of the forest paid off completely, he could have flown, but that means his destination will be gone. He cannot fly, the clue says; the place can only be visited on foot to the Northeast.
There was no door here, he only needed to stick it to his two soft palms while channeling his red energy.
And so miraculously and surprisingly, Princess Kerisia had been inside a huge golden tree. It's a spacious room, there's a closet full of magic books, there's a firefly glowing shades of red, and there's a grandmother sitting cross-legged in a pseudo pose.
He was in front of the Princess within 3 meters, eyes closed, two white wings that looked dull, gray hair, wrinkled skin, and, with a purple Witch robe and it was made of precious stones.
The old grandmother began to dissect her eyes slowly, and it was the white netra that instantly scanned the Princess Kerisia, who had been, until the wrinkled lips of the old grandmother willingly developed a peaceful smile that seemed to have known that the daughter of the West would be present here.
“What's Cu ...?” asked the elder with a voice that sounded fresh and energetic, his voice was not at all along with his body. Bizarrely.
“I got a hint, if you know how to make me smile again,” beber Putri Kerisia with a flat face; heartless.
Both hands of the old grandmother slowly began to switch to the face of her knees, gripping gently while saying, “Ya .. yes ...”.
Only two words were formed without an explicit explanation, even Princess Kerisia had to stare at each other ten seconds at the white netra of the grandmother, veering in silence and here scented with Jasmine flowers. The floor is made of admantite stone.
But uniquely, even though he was facing the body to a grandmother, all gestures of his body still show a respectable woman, his right hand fingers also clenched as a sign of the determination of a woman's heart.
Either the grandmother was laughing or how, but clearly, in peace she said, “Ya .. You can remove the curse ... but are you sure you want to get rid of it?”
Sure enough, in the word 'curse' that the grandmother said contained the meaning of the knowledge that the grandmother had learned, she already knew.
Questions that make Princess Kerisia frown confused, so dare to answer, “Of course I want to be able to smile back, this feels humiliation for me, a lot of who stare at me like insult.”
“Ahh .. You are what I thought,” said the grandmother casually no matter what.
“Please, help me ... whatever you want for sure I grant,” demanded Princess Kerisia straightforwardly, reluctant to pleasantries let alone having to waste her precious time.
The atmosphere was very quiet here, as fierce as jasmine was so stinging. The old granny nodded slowly, but without a smile, even her net looked sharply at the smooth face of the Princess, she began to turn herself away to be serious, because the Princess was serious.
“If it is anything ...,” said the paused grandmother, as if the next sentence is very valuable, and the gesture immediately makes the look on the face of Princess Kerisia so serious.
“... before that, grandma wants to know, please answer from your heart sincere ..” pinta the grandmother who seems to even want to ask questions.
It made Princess Kerisia's countenance instantly turn flat, returning heartless. For him this could be a waste of his time. But just resigned Princess Kerisia there, gasp to answer the question of this old grandmother, after all the important smile of modesty can be snatched back.