Princess Altrelia
37: Alstrelia

But unfortunately……

The engagement that Alsrescha had with Arsela, was still going on.

Seeing that fact, despite the fact that the real Miss Altrelia still disappeared by bringing feelings of hatred and dislike for the relationship that had occurred between Alsrescha and Arsela, Arsela, what can Lena do with all that?

The relationship of the brothers is increasingly stretched. 

The disappearance of Alsterlia Vion Beltmore Fisher from the residence of Duke Fisher. 

And the feeling of misunderstanding that always happens, makes all those relationships even more complicated to straighten out as long as the real Altrelia is still undiscovered. 

‘Is this a true novel read by Elda?’ think of Alstrelia if you remember her best friend was very admiring the figure of Alsrescha who if there in the eyes of Elda, the man is a person who fits his ideal type. 

It's just that the reality of Altrelia that is included in the story that is not known to Alstrelia turns out to contain misunderstanding, sadness, and does not have a story of what is called happiness.

“ Alstrelia, who was still hugging Lena, looked back at the sky from behind the window of her room. ‘Until when am I stuck here?’

Alstrelia Vion Beltmore Fisher was a princess, but there was also another daughter, Alstrelia Ve Der Vrancisteen. 

It's the same position, but it has a very different role. 

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“Alres!” Call Arsela when he finally finds his fiancee really back quickly.

“You waiting for me?” alrescha asked Arsela who was waiting in front of the palace entrance exactly. 

“Of course, I'm worried about you.” 

“ Alrescha, who was still riding his horse, went down and handed his horse to one of the guards. “If you wait for me outdoors like this, you can catch a cold.”

“Yes, I'll remember that. But what about your business?” arsela asked while trying to join hands.

“It's done.”

“Good if it is like that.” replied Arsela happily, because plus now he can join hands with Alrescha. 

Alrescha who had joined hands just glanced at him and let Arsela hold his hand. 

Because the distance between the front yard to the door of the palace is a little far, then Alrescha must walk longer than it should, because it must equalize the footsteps belonging to Arsela. 

But…..

As the time passed, Alrescha again entered into his own world. 

I don't know what's on his mind, one thought.

‘Have I ever walked hand in hand with Altrelia?’ Alrescha stole a glance from his hand that was being held.

The longer the time rolled, in his eyes he even saw that what he was holding was his sister. 

Altrelian. 

“....................!” Whether it's a hallucination because most of the wine at dinner at the restaurant earlier, in the eyes of Alrescha at this time, he said, the woman being held was the owner of long black hair with a pair of dazzling blue irises.

Wh why?

Because every time Alrescha looked at the eyes of his sister who both had the same blue color, making Alrescha like he was reflecting on himself.

“Alrescha” call him.

“Kakak.”

But what Alrescha heard, he heard the call of his sister.

“Is there something on my face?”

It was a confused face belonging to Arstrelia that penetrated the mind of Alrescha.

“Do you hear me, Alres?” ask Arsela again while waving her right hand in front of Alrescha's face. 

But again caught in Alrescha's sense of sight, it was Altrelia who was waving to him while saying : “Son, are you listening to me?” 

“................!” Alrescha is finally back in the real world. That the one in front of him was not his sister, but Arsela who was his fiancee. 'Why did I become like this?' Alrescha tries to hold back the heart which suddenly appears one pain. 'What pain is this?'

“Do not get tired. Let me take you to your room.” Arsela pulled Alrescha's hand to quickly go to the room and rest.

"..................."

Alrescha and Arsela continued their footsteps, entering the palace. 

Beside the two men who were indulging in intimacy in the palace, a young man in his early 20s was staring at the two with his flat gaze.

“Alrescha.” call it. 

This silver-white haired man continued to stare at the two people who had now finally disappeared after successfully entering the palace. 

He then took out a scrap of mail stored inside his furing coat.After that he opened a piece of mail that he had gotten recently but had not read yet. 

And now was the perfect time to read the letter he received a few days ago.

Butwhat?

“Request? Tumben once he made a request to me.” irises Violet's colored eyes immediately glanced in the direction where a candle was still burning. 

This man walked towards the table that presented one aromatherapy candle to the room. After that, the letter he had just read was burned to ashes. 

He did so that no one would know the contents of the letter he received from Fisher's duke, Alrescha.

‘So that's the reason she had that kind of look back at your own fiancee, is it because you suddenly remembered your sister? Are you aware of his passing now, Alrescha Vion Beltmore Fisher?’ thought this man, after reading the contents of the letter he received from duke Fisher a few days ago.

What the letter contained was asking for her help as a tower witch to help find Altrelia, Alrescha's younger sister who some time ago hinted at a look of sadness.

“Alstrelia, is he a little boy who used to give me candy?” muttered this man, when he actually had a memory in his past had met a 4-year-old woman who suddenly gave him a candy to her 6-year-old self. 

Black hair with blue eyes was something that only the Duke Fisher family had. 

Therefore this man was so convinced by the thought of one of his memories, that the little boy he had met was Altrelia. 

GECK….GECK….GECK…..

“Tuan Hastings, dinner for you already I brought.” 

“Leave it in front of the door.” pinta this man.

“Good sir.” 

Hastings was his last name, while his first name was Edward Hastings.

He was the one whom Alrescha had asked to find the whereabouts of Altrelia.

'Then the explosion that just happened, did the group start moving?' As with Altrelia, Edward looked at the night sky.

Not as beautiful as a sky so clean with a sprinkling of stars while accompanied by a blue full moon that felt brighter than usual, disaster was brewing in the capital.

That happiness has gone away with crying.

'Everything in this world is wrong.'