School Under the Feet of the Mountain
Chapter 34 Laura Kiehl, The daughter who is always considered the princess

This story is only fictitious and do not assume that this story really exists, if there is a name of the same character then it is purely unintentional.

Laura Kiehl P.O.V: ON

I felt something painful for the first time like this.

I am a very rare woman. No, maybe I've never been hurt and felt something painful like this.

Even this was the first time, I saw my own blood and I realized that I also had red blood as well.

I was born into a pretty decent family.

My father owned the largest winery in Germany.

While my mother was a foreign minister for Indonesia in Germany and I was the only child of the German Indonesian crossbreed.

A lot of people who talk I'm beautiful, they say I have a high height and a little blond hair typical of Germany, but I also have soft skin like the Indonesian from my mother.

That way, I was quite popular in school from Elementary School to High School before moving to Indonesia.

I don't mind being popular especially having lots of friends, but they all over-appreciate me, too much, because I'm an existing person and they all just admire me like seeing a rich princess.

It was too much, I was also always invited by my mother's invitation and I have an assistant who is always with me besides at school.

My daily life just stay at home, if out of the house only in the house and I have no hobby other than drinking tea in the yard.

I want to have a hobby, I believe with my body that was born athletic, maybe I can follow some sports.

But, my parents were overreacting and forbade me to do so for fear of getting hurt or getting sick.

I was thinking if I kept locked up in this big house. I would definitely fall ill or even die from boredom.

Sometimes I also like to play out of the house even though it is not too far away, just in the park in the city square.

Even I was not alone, I was accompanied by my assistant who used a striking maid outfit.

I wonder if this is medieval times ?

Being in the spotlight embarrassed me and I could only take a deep breath many times.

Once upon a time, I was interested in learning to cook. Yes, because I am forbidden to have a hobby outside the house then why do not I try to find a hobby in his house.

For example cooking.

At that time, my assistant was preparing food for me and his finger suddenly sliced off a knife and pulled out a red liquid.

Yes, it is blood.

I saw blood for the first time and it was true that it was red.

I rarely get hurt, not infrequently maybe I haven't been hurt in my entire life and it makes me wonder if I have red blood as well?

I once wanted to try to hurt myself, but not so because there would definitely be scars and my parents would definitely be furious if they saw one.

They're too protective.

But the most important thing now is that I want to learn how to cook.

I saw my assistant washing his wounded hands.

I approached.

"Are you not papa?"

"No, it's just a small wound... Miss Laura, just wait for the cooking to be served soon."

"......."

After his wound was completely cleaned, he searched for something in a P3K box.

"Hey, are you going to teach me how to cook? I'm also a woman and it's mandatory to be able to cook, right?"

"No, that's not necessary....."

"Eh? But what if I have a husband and children? Don't I have to serve them food?"

"You don't have to do that, because I'll be by your side at all times.. "

"even so. I want to cook!"

To be like Mom? Female career? And paying an assistant like him to look after his son?

Am I destined to live like this?

Perhaps this is what the term "being rich doesn't make you happy."

"I have to be like Mom? But, isn't it that you can cook and the cooking is also delicious and it's not inferior to your cooking?"

He wrapped his wound with a plaster.

"You and your mistress are different and I'm paid here to cook, not to be your cooking teacher, Miss Laura."

I could only be silent and

I puff my cheeks disappointed.

It seems that even though I only learned to cook I was not allowed.

I thought that my life was so narrow and actually my life was about to do what the hell?

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My first year in High School was almost over, I got pretty good grades in school.

Therefore, I became even more popular in school, being a popular person turned out to be quite troublesome.

I just want a friend who really thinks I'm a friend.

Even if it's a little bit that doesn't matter.

I sighed, I was sitting in the courtyard looking at the slightly gray cloud.

It's autumn and it's almost nearing winter, about 3 months away. I'll be going up to class 2 soon.

I didn't realize a year seemed to pass so quickly.

Lately I feel that inside my body feels like it is being turbulent and I have dreamed of seeing a terrible creature.

It made me uncomfortable to sleep, and I decided to ask my father and mother.

Suddenly they spoke.

"It looks like it's risen, huh?"

I was confused as to what the word rise meant.

My mother explained that my mother was of Indigo descent and she could see some kind of ghost or some other invisible creature.

The only person who knows about it is his father and now with himself who just found out that he is a descendant of a special person who can see invisible creatures.

He went on to say that he would have a child who could use supernatural powers called art techniques.

I wonder what is an art technique? If what I feel is a supernatural force inside me, then I am a child destined to use a power called art technique.

I looked at my two palms, I tried to concentrate and the heat flutter on the body started to feel again.

I tried to channel the heat on my body into my two palms and something appeared on top of my palm.

It was a light blue colored ball the size of a ping pong ball, because I was quite surprised by this, I suddenly released the ball from both palms of my hands and it shot towards the branch of my neighbor's tree.

The branch of the tree was immediately broken by the ball that shot from my hand, I saw it was so shocked and astonished.

Even my hands are still tingling from doing this.

Is this what we call art technique?

I talked about this to my parents again and they spoke with serious faces.

"It just so happens that someone like you will come here, so after he comes here, decide what you will do. Strengthen your art engineering in Indonesia or want to remain a princess in Germany?"

I was so surprised to hear that word? But, what should I choose now?

Seriate....

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