The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 22: Discussion of the Soul

Scripture, first letter, verse 120

'Whoever has hurt my descendants, punish him, torture him until he confesses his guilt, then kill him. There is no mercy for God for people like them.'

The golden pupils trembled looking at the quotation of the verse in the scriptures, a drop of sweat emerged from his forehead, then a wide curved smile appeared, his eyes narrowed, revealing his cunning nature.

"I express my gratitude to someone in the past, who made up this nonsense." Staring at the book sheet, smiling wickedly.

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...Astria Empire....

...A monarchic country I am in, has a semi-absolute monarchical system with the emperor as the head of government....

...But the country has a unique system with one other leader controlling the religious community. The great apostle, is the supreme figure of the central cathedral which has a major share in the course of the ruling wheel of the Astria empire....

...Misha said, while reading a book excerpt titled 'community history' in the library room....

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Within two weeks, Misha spent all her time in the library. He had fallen into an excessive love, the books were like lustful gratuities to him.

By now he had explored more than dozens of books, a lot of information he had obtained, millions of sentences had been stored in his memory. His brain was like a living library, which was currently trying to copy all the books through his eyesight. However, there is still a lot of information and knowledge that he has not explored.

...******...

The morning had arrived, Misha was currently inside her room with Sebas and the four maids who were putting on her makeup as usual. Dandanan tacky with thick powder, deep red lips, jet black eyebrows, long eyelashes and Misha's resigned face that looks plain from the outside.

"It's done, the prince looks beautiful and graceful." Praise Anna, smile cheerfully.

"Oh really?!" Misha said, groping her face in front of the mirror.

"Young man, it's time." Sebas said, reminding me something.

This morning Misha intends to go again to the library, continuing her reading that had stopped. As he was about to go to the library, suddenly the door of the room opened.

How surprised Misha was after seeing the figure of the boy who suddenly appeared in front of her. The boy was a wound, a handsome handsome prince dressed in luxurious all-black clothes, with glittering golden accessories. He came along with two armed soldiers, wearing iron armor on his body, big tall and looking very strong.

Sebas was surprised, he was surprised to see the figure of Prince Luka. His face was instantly full of sweat, his body trembling, as if he looked worried about something.

...Jesus.. prince luka....

...Lick...! young master must be annoyed with this boy, there could be a fight here....

...Inner Sebas who felt restless, anxious, and worried....

"Hey... Yesterday I came here, but you are not there. Let's play, "Take Luka, put on a fake smile, "Sister...!" that smile instantly turned into an evil grin.

"Ahh~ young lord Luka.... Ehh— prince today.. must hurry, there is something he must do..." Said Sebas trying to find an excuse, he looked nervous.

"Is there anything more important than me?!" Snapped Luka, smiling cunningly.

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...Misha was instantly astonished, inwardly she thought....

...Prince Luka...? oh, so he's one of my brothers well....

...hmm~...

...The initial impression to be shown is to be friendly to him....

...By the way who is older? my height is the same as her....

"Hi brother...how are you today—" Haven't had time for Misha to greet him, the unexpected happened.

Unconsciously Luka's palm suddenly landed on her temple, clutching her hair violently, pulling her back while putting on a cynical look with a sly smile.

Suddenly the servants were surprised not to play, they felt sorry for the prince, but did not dare to help him. Including Sebas who was currently only able to quietly look at his old age was needed like that.

At first Misha was still able to endure the pain that was not so much, but before long the grip of Luka suddenly felt stronger than before. It was as if his temple was sliced with an incision of a very sharp kitchen knife.

"That's....!" Misha's screams were in pain, trying to release the grips of the wound with her hand.

"How dare you speak disrespectfully to your sister?! Oi... Brother! you should have called me master, right?!" Shouted Luka, an evil grin lining his expression.

"Stop... Sa–kit... Argh...! please stop it." please." Said Misha begging for mercy, slowly tears emerged from her eyes.

Misha was unable to stem the pain she received, trying her hardest to release the grip with both hands, but she was unable to release the grip of Luka which was so strong, in her mind Misha thought.

...What's this...! his strength was enormous, it felt like he was gripped by an adult....

Misha was dragged forcibly out of the room, pulling her roughly until her body fell down, the grip was instantly dislodged, so that her chin slammed violently onto the floor.

Prak...!

at once Misha felt her lower jaw numb, paining all over the skull.

"Young master...! are you okay." Shouted Sebas in panic, he approached Misha and tried to help her.

"Hey waiter...! I'll warn you, don't touch my toys. You know the consequences of opposing me, right? understand you?!" Threatening Luka with a clash, a sinister look was engraved on her face.

Suddenly the two soldiers standing behind Luka brandished a spear at him simultaneously. Sebas was instantly worried, his mind spinning ten times more than usual, not because of a spear that threatened his life, but his doubts when fighting the powerful figure behind the prince Luka.

Tears welled up in Sebas's face, feeling pity but unable to do anything. A groan of pain rang out from Misha's mouth, with Misha's heavy lips hissing, "Ti– is fine..."

The wound again stuck out her hand, tightly clutching her hair, squeezing it violently, pulling it firmly, so that Misha continued to moan in pain.

"Azhghh....! Huh... Argh...! why are you– doing this?!" Shrieking Misha for the second time, her expression really looked like someone in pain.

...Bajing*n, teng*k boy...! this really hurts Anji*g......

...Akh...! what should I do if it's like this?! withhold it?! it seems so, but until when....

...Dibir Misha from his inner self, anger enslaved in his feelings, but was restrained by his mind....

"Hey... hey... Why are you complaining now?! aren't we used to doing this? huh uh?!" Snapping Luka, his sneaky grin looks enjoying Misha's suffering.

Druk...!

Luka felt irritated, he suddenly kicked Misha's stomach tight, nausea suddenly felt by her, seemed to want to vomit.

"Aarghk...! Stop...!" Shouted Misha, screaming in pain.

Druk...! Druk...! Druk...!

"Whaha...! feel this..! basic...! don't know yourself...! bastard son...! you die...!" Luka Cecar, while kicking Misha's stomach with his cruelty.

...Ahh~...

...So this is well, the one you've been feeling all along...? Mish......

...Inner Misha, in a state of near loss of consciousness....

"Ohuk... uhuk... byurr...!" The sound of coughing accompanied by vomiting blood flowing from his mouth.

Misha's condition looked very severe, she vomited blood on the floor, but there was no sense of pity at all on the face of the child named Luka.

Suddenly one kick of the boy's leg floated towards him, landing right in Misha's stomach and saying, "Who told you to faint you bastard son...!"

Bruk...!

Sebas could only turn his eyes away, closing his eyes, in hopes of Misha's safety from the bottom of his heart.

Misha has lost her consciousness, falling into a subconscious vacuum. Drowning in bottomless darkness, it was as if it had met its end a second time.

...*****...

From behind the darkness of Misha's subconscious opened her eyes, she saw the figure of a little boy who was sitting by hugging his two calves while crying sobbing.

"Hiks.. hiks.. please. help me..."

Misha then approached her with pity, and she wondered why the child was crying.

"What's up, son?" Patted his shoulder.

The boy looked at him, slowly and slowly until he was terrified, his whole body was bathed in sweat, his body was trembling, his lips were shaking. He fell into the darkness, crawling backwards away from the child in panic.

Misha looked at the child's horrible face like a demonic figure that lost an eyeball, covered in blood like a terrible monster.

"Aaaahhh...! who are...! stay away, don't come any closer." Shouted Misha, her face covered in panic.

Then the boy stood up as he approached her, walking slowly while saying in a hoarse voice like a monster, "Have you forgotten me? I am Misha, I am the owner of this body."

The ugly figure immediately smiled widely, blood flowing from an empty gap without an eyeball, glistening on his cheek like a teardrop.

"Huh?! what mean?! Misha?!" Misha said with trembling lips.

Instantly the terrifying face of the boy turned into a handsome prince with his beautiful golden eyeballs, revealing a figure that was no stranger to him.

"Hi Lazor" greeted the boy with a warm smile.

A drop of light fell into the darkness of the room, turning the entire corner of his subconscious into a bright white and luminous.

"Why does your face look like mine— wait a minute, how do you know my name?!" Lazor. Curiosity peaked in him.

...******...

Misha regained her senses, her eyes wide open with bloodstains filling her lips. With half-blurred vision he felt his hands bound, his body unable to move.

Now that Misha found herself in a dark room with no light, the room was filled with strange differences, iron chains hanging, sajam, and sharp tools lying on the table in the room, like an executioner's torture chamber.

Both of his hands were tied with iron handcuffs stuck on the wall, a chill felt all over his body. Weak Misha hung on the wall of the room with her naked body, bruised streaks of red stripes on her body, as if tortured with an iron whip.

"Hey...! don't daydream about the kepar*t...!" Hina Luka with a heartless look.

The track...!

another blow landed on his stomach.

"Armghh...!" Shrieking Misha with a shout, nausea back felt.

Hearing and seeing the screams of pain Misha aimed at him, Luka immediately felt elated. A feeling of relief suddenly loomed from the bottom of his heart.

"Alright, because you know it's time for the second round to begin." Said the prince of luka, with his evil grin.

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