The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 23: Long memory
The track...!
the sound of a whip sticking to the skin.
Misha met the first suffering in the world, the pain when the whip stuck in her skin was truly an unparalleled pain.
trying to scream to vent the pain, but it was something useless, Misha realized that if she showed an expression of suffering, the child would become more and more agonizing when torturing her.
Only a blank look could be shown, like someone who lost hope. But a vengeful black flame was surging in the depths of his heart, keeping it tight for a day in the future.
"Hey.. Say something! hey.. sister!" Furious Luka, annoyed at Misha's empty gaze.
Neither giving up, Luka continued to smash Misha's body with a whip made of iron, tossing one lash, two lashes, three lashes, like that continuously. Until the wound scratches on his back look very severe, a piece of flesh was lifted from the tip of the iron whip, melting the thick blood that was very painful on the skin.
In the painful agony, Misha spoke in her mind.
...How's this......
...Did I just pop this biad*b boy with a bubble? or was his neck strangled to death? Hah~...
In a tormented state, Misha felt her soul begin to separate from her body. Gone slowly, lifted into his subconscious, until his entire consciousness was gone.
pitch-black darkness, Suddenly Misha saw the figure of a baby crawling on the floor, along with a man with a face similar to the figure of the Emperor and the figure of a beautiful woman who looked foreign to her.
Misha stared at the harmonious family figure, they smiled widely while playing around with the baby, holding the baby's hands, trying to help him learn to walk.
At once, sadness came out from the bottom of his heart, as if he felt that he was the baby.
"I told you, right? I am you, and you are me. We are both an inseparable unit." The mysterious voice behind the darkness of memory.
Shortly after the voice's expression, Misha immediately saw a flashback of the poor boy's memory. His long life, his sadness, his joy, his disappointment, his hopes, his despair and all his suffering.
At the same time Misha also saw, the memory of being tortured by the prince wound up with someone whose face looked blurry. He tortured her cruelly, whipped her, beat her, slapped her, and stripped her naked in front of many people.
...Ahhh.......
...Is that what you are, Misha?...
...Misha said, staring sadly at her memory, tears full of pain....
...ΩΩΩΩΩ...
"Whaa...!" Shouted Misha, who was aghast waking up from her stupor.
Misha instantly regained consciousness, finding herself lying on a narrow white mattress, in an empty room with a table beside her.
His vision was less clear, he briefly saw the figure of a beautiful woman in front of him with an iron chain tied around his neck. The woman was taking care of herself, she performed a strange spell that gave off a green light.
from the glow, Misha's wound suddenly dried slowly, although not completely healing the pain that was still felt.
"It's healing, you better get out of here." Said the woman, with a flat face and a blank look.
After saying that, the woman left Misha alone. Lying on an uncomfortable mattress, while enduring the pain of deep wounds on his back.
Suddenly Misha felt pain in her temple, her hands immediately squeezed her, massaged her head, tried to calm the pain.
"Argh— haahh... huh...." The breath was slowly regulated by him, calming any thoughts that suddenly piled up.
"I am Misha, Misha De Astrana, the third son of the emperor who occupies the position of the fourth prince, I am an outcast child that no one loves." Misha muttered, a single tear flashed across her cheek.
...Yeah, I remember all the memories of this kid. A sad boy who continues to suffer....
...Torture that happened just now is not the first time, it turns out every time he often experienced it? Tortured and continued to be tortured, after which he found himself full of incision wounds....
...Wounds tell people to heal this body, so that in the future he can again torture it....
...What an annoying irony....
.........
...The figure of the luka prince was the son of the emperor and empress Helena. He was a child who received a lot of attention from the emperor, once when the emperor caught a wound that was torturing this boy brutally....
...however, the unexpected happened. The old Bangka even gave a smile to him, as if supporting the boy's vile actions....
...And moreover, the figure of the empress Helena, she was like a needle that emitted a fragrant aroma. People seemed to be captivated by her, a cab*l woman who harassed me all this time, but thanks to that fetishism, I was still allowed to live in this palace....
...how is this...? did I just run away? planning a strategy from the outside? no— that's not a good idea....
...Tch.. but the brengs*k boy is very annoying....
...Whatever happens, I need to get rid of him as soon as possible....
...Hmm~...
...Good idea, how am I gonna try to get rid of him?...
Rows of Misha's thoughts, walk her in the middle of the long palace corridor.
Misha had recognized the entire ins and outs of the palace thanks to the memory of the original owner of this body.with heavy footsteps next to her he continued to walk slowly towards her room.
...In the memory of this child, there were seven princesses, all born from the womb of different women....
...The first, second and third daughter of Aliyah, was born from the womb of the late queen Katya, a noblewoman who died seven years ago....
...While this child, born from the womb of a lowly woman. Therefore he was often humiliated, in torture like this, even once met his death....
In this memory, he had never met his real mother, told that his mother had died when this child was born.
...While Luka along with her two brothers was a child born from the womb of the Empress Helena....
...Jala*g is also the biggest obstacle for me, because in the memory of this child, how many times he has experienced inner torment. Treated like a pet, sold*ngi, harassed, even— akh...! never mind.......
.............
"Hah~ Finally arrived, I want to quickly sleep on my soft mattress." Misha muttered, instantly reaching the door of her room with relief.
Misha felt her head very dizzy, her whole body was limp. When he was unconscious, he fainted again and floated down towards the floor.
Just as he was about to fall to the floor, Sebas was suddenly nearby, propping up his weak, helpless body.
"Young master... thank goodness you're able to get through it." Said Sebas with teary eyes, as if he already knew what Luka was going to do to Misha.
Soon Sebas led him into the room, laid him on the bed, covered himself with a blanket, looking at the prince's little face with a loving look.
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