The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 1: Out of reason
When Lazor was gone, he died with thousands of regrets, abandoning his hope for the almighty.
Within minutes of death, humans are shown fragments of memories when they are alive. Lazor saw it, where when he was born into the world, when he grew up crawling, then walking and learning many things until he was a teenager and studying, through many difficulties until he was an adult, then walking and learning many things until he was a teenager, he never married until when he died, all was shown to him.
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...Is this..? my memories? Ahh~...
...Very happy to have ever lived in the world....
...Someplace... Where am I going after this? Am I going to heaven? Does god really exist? Haha......
...I remembered Pascal's bet....
...Never mind, I leave everything to destiny....
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Lazor consciousness began to disappear, from within the realm of darkness, lost and lost slowly until the entire consciousness was never felt by him. Lazor has now fused into nothingness.
But somehow his consciousness began to appear again, his feelings and his existence began to rise, like someone who would soon wake up from a very long dream, until the moment when the consciousness began to feel the nervous system, the, from the blood flowing, the breath blowing, the pain throughout the body to the point where the consciousness saw a glimmer of light from the darkness of nothingness, a faint reddish-yellow light appeared slowly.
Instantly everything was seen, when someone's eyelids had opened suddenly, revealing a beautiful golden yellow eyeball. From behind the lens of the eye, a dim view is seen. Blurred completely, but slowly began to look like something like the ceiling of a room with a pattern that is so beautiful.
A moment later, something happened.
Wrrhhaaaaaahhh...!!!
Suddenly the golden-eyed figure woke up from his sleep, on a soft mattress while shouting very loudly, his breathing looked unstable, sweaty water everywhere, his eyes widened with breathless breathing. From such an expression, was reflected the uneasiness that was piling up in his mind.
"Prince..?!" screams of female voices from outside the room.
Brakk...! The sound of the door suddenly opening.
"Are you okay prince?!" ask a woman dressed as a servant anxiously.
The golden eye turned out to be a prince of a kingdom, unaware of the presence of the servant, he remained pensive with a restless mind, his head ached, and his head ached, he massaged his temple hoping that the pain in his head disappeared.
"Prince? wait a minute, I'll call the healer to come." Said the waiter, leaving the room in a hurry.
...What'sthis?...
...My head hurts so much......
...What the hell is going on......
...L'm......
...I Who...?...
...Inner the prince with a chaotic mind....
The pain in his head suddenly increased, making the prince feel unable to bear the pain, his breathing grew more irregular, he then squeezed his temple firmly with both hands.
The turmoil of thought constantly ransacked his reason. The little prince instantly fell silent, trying to think about and keep thinking about himself, who he himself did not know who he was.
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...Suddenly a series of events occurred in his memory....
...Razors....
...Who's Razor......
...Am I the Razor......
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The pain then disappeared suddenly, giving rise to a barrage of memories from the old man who lost everything.
"Benar~ I Razor," desus prince.
"The birth of Polish Warsaw, 1869. I am a genius scientist who will change the world" Razor muttered in the body of a golden-eyed prince.
"Yes, I'm alive, I'm not dead yet?"
"Keep, this... Where is it? is this some kind of delusion?" razor asked as he looked at the wide-open window in front of him.
In a luxurious room, full of elegant items with classy quality, gold and silver ornaments everywhere, beautiful paintings plastered on the walls of the room, and, smooth wall texture, and a large mattress made of silk with a soft sensation. Everything was right around the old man who was aware of the body of a prince.
A confused Razor stood up, walked up to the window in front of him and touched it, from his golden lens he saw an unexpected sight, a collection of medieval buildings, and then touched it, it was filled with castle fortifications that surrounded a city, with the radiance of the morning minister that he currently saw from a palace with a height of twenty meters.
"Where am I really?" razor asked himself, his eyes widened with his mouth half open.
Razor's confusion did not get there, she tried to observe the situation, she then walked around the room, looking at all kinds of objects that were there, she said, until the moment where he met with a large mirror on each side coated with gold.
"What the hell is this...? Is this a dream?" Razor said with a more confused expression.
Razor thought she was hallucinating, or dreaming, why not, someone as skeptical as Razor wouldn't believe something like this. Because he currently saw the figure of a nine-year-old child who had deep black hair, pale white skin, eyebrows and thick eyelashes, wide eyed with golden yellow eyes. The figure of a handsome boy is like a mixed race between Asia and Europe.
Such an appearance was what Razor saw in front of the mirror, unable to accumulate confusion in his mind, he immediately retreated to the back, slowly until he touched the mattress and he sat on it.
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...All this makes no sense....
...Am I dreaming? but this feeling, this consciousness, this vision......
...It's not a dream! Is this the world after death? When humans die, will they be reincarnated? Then, why don't I remember the memory of this child? Or did my consciousness move to the figure of a child....
"Ohhh......! It sucks!" Unfortunately, while scratching his head.
Question after question reverberated from within his heart, creating an unstoppable curiosity. Trying to find the cause of all this, although still not accepted by the events he experienced, there is one thing that he concluded, that at this time he has been living somewhere that is somewhere, somewhere, and live life in the body of a little child.
Criyit..! The sound of the door hinge opening.
"Prince?! The physician has come." Said a female servant.
The moment the waiter entered, a formal appearance appeared, with a fairly neat outfit. Putting on something like a long white robe, while holding something similar to a suitcase.
The servant then approached the prince, gently held his shoulder and ordered him to remain lying on the bed, saying, "you can't move much, you just regained consciousness for three days in a coma. You need to rest."
"Huhh...?" Who're you?" Ask the astonished prince.
"What is the prince talking about? maybe you have too much to mind, get some rest." Said the waiter.
...Now especially?...
...Who are they?!...
...Are they people I know, no. that is, the owner of this body is familiar?...
...Razor's thinking is behind her mind....
"Greetings, O prince, I am a physician sent by the noble empress to take care of you." The doctor said, then opened his suitcase and took out a needle-like device.
The healer stuck a needle in the prince's wrist. Then he said, "excuse me young master, this will hurt a little"
The physician took the prince's blood, put it in a small glass container, and then put it back in the suitcase, the physician explained to the prince, "the servant will examine this blood in the holy temple, to find the cause of the evil spirit that possessed your body prince."
"Bad spirits? Whatchu mean?" Ask prince.
"Right prince, three days ago you were possessed by an evil spirit sent by someone, and to heal him, we must purify your blood of the prince." The healer said with a smile.
...Haha......
...Razor's cynical laughter in her mind....
...Evil spirit..? How primitive! I think this is an age where people's minds are full of superstitions....
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"Then, allow me to check your pulse prince." The healer told him.
After the prince nodded, the healer then examined the prince's pulse, groped and massaged him, then he concluded by saying, "for now the evil spirit still has not possessed your mind, please rest a lot young master, oh yes... I also brought holy water from the temple as a temporary cure for your recovery."
"Then, the servant resigned himself first," said the physician and left the room.
A little while later after the healer left the room, the figure of a tall man appeared, having a thin whisker that had turned white, from the appearance he looked to be about sixty years old, wearing glasses and wearing servant-style clothes with a whitish black pattern.
"Mr Sebas?! look, the prince just woke up, do I need to report it to the empress?" ask the maid to the person who just appeared behind the door.
When Sebas looked at the prince, he was stunned with relief. A second later his knee fell to the floor and said, "Ahh... Thank goodness, you are already aware young master."
...Who else is this old man?...
...Huh.....
...From his face he must be the same age as me....
...Razor's words were vague in her mind, which still denied everything....
"Young master, are you feeling better? Is anyone sick?" Sebas asked worriedly.
"What are you guys? Is this some kind of research?" The prince asked the two servants in his department.
"From that time the prince always said such a thing, it seemed that he needed to rest, "the servant explained. "oh yes, lord Sebas, do I have to tell it to the noble queen?" Ask the waiter to Sebas.
"No, there's no need. Anna, get me a glass of warm water for young master." Sebas's orders to him.
"Well Mr. Sebas." Reply to a maid named Anna.
Anna then leaves the room, leaving Razor and Sebas looking at each other.
After listening to the prince's question and Anna's explanation, Sebas' expression instantly turned very serious, after a few seconds Sebas said to him.
"I'm sorry if my servant is presumptuous, who are you really?" Asked the waiter with a cold look.
Illustration of Lazor Franciszek seeing his appearance from behind a mirror.
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