The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 24: Community life
"Our face, hold her hand tight." Said a little girl, sneering.
"Ready brother!" Sahut prince luka, with similar cunning.
The face of the girl looked blurry, her hair was in ponytail two with a reddish-black complexion. The little girl was seen holding a bowl of disgusting liquid, full of dirt with flying laxity.
While in front of the girl there is Misha who looks very frightened, forcibly held her hand crossed back by Luka who looks very enjoying Misha's suffering.
Misha's face was full of reluctance when she saw the bowl of dirt being stuck into her mouth.
"Aaaa. open her mouth, baby."
The girl's hand clamped Misha's jaw, forcing her to open her mouth.
"Hwen–tikan.. stop brother!" Shouted Misha, with a stifled tone.
"Hahaha, this is a special dish, because I cooked it with love!" Say the cunning girl, then spill the mucus liquid with a pungent foul odor.
The liquid was spilled all over her lips until it entered her throat, Misha was unable to swallow it, the liquid filled her throat, melting like cold lava that flowed up to the neck.
"Hakk— uhukk...." Misha chokes accompanied by shortness of breath, the liquid comes out with her mucus from the nostrils. His eyes widened, nausea breaking his throat.
"Jrrr..." Misha suddenly spewed out that dirt, her face looking extremely pale, bluish purple in color.
"Tch! Don't spit shit*n! you know how hard Liliya made it for you." Snapping Luka, anger coated his face.
An irritated wound, suddenly threw his kick into Misha's stomach.
Bluk...!
"That's....!" Jerit Misha, holding a sting in his stomach.
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In the room Misha slept in her sleep, lying on the bed with a warm breeze coming through the window.
Suddenly, with nothing to disturb, Misha awakens from her deep sleep.
"Whraa...!" I woke up screaming hysterically very loudly.
"Huh.. huh... huh...." Pull and exhale tired irregular breath.
Heart-pounding tremors, sweat soaked his clothes, his mind jumbled like a rolled-up kite string.
...In his mind Misha said....
...Those bajing*n are outrageous! That disgusting trash was put in this kid's mouth....
...Remembering that day, I couldn't help it....
...It was like a stale soup full of rotten mucus....
Misha felt a sensation in her memory, as if re-tasting the bad taste of a miserable experience.
Not wanting to be swept away in her bad memories, Misha immediately let out a long sigh, exhaled her quietly and tried to wipe away any unrest in her mind.
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The track...! Suddenly the door opened.
"Young master?! are you okay?!" yell Sebas, panic.
When he saw the condition of the little prince who began to calm down, the anxiety in Sebas' heart faded.
"Thank God~ I think something happened to you." Said Sebas, breathing out his leg.
Misha looked at the sebas seriously, then asked, "Do you know a noble who is not bound by the imperial family affiliation?"
Sebas was silent for a moment, his face seemed unable to answer the question given.
"I'm sorry young master, I don't really understand politics." Answer sebas with a gloomy face.
"But someone who understands that is Danilo—"
"Danilo?! How is he now?!" Misha asked suddenly, a high tone of speech with a slightly anxious look.
"Actually I will just convey his condition to the young master, the good news is that Danilo is now fully recovered, he is treated at my friend's residence." Obviously Sebas.
"Oh well, thank goodness then." Misha said, feeling relieved.
"Then let's look at him. I have a lot of questions for him." Take Misha who immediately went down from her bed.
"But young master, you are forbidden to leave the palace. The gatekeeper won't let us out, not to mention that the servants have started to suspect your frequent movements disappearing from the room." Sebas said, full of worry.
Hearing Sebas' explanation, Misha was instantly silent for a moment while putting on a thinking pose with her left palm rubbing her chin and the right palm supporting her elbow.
...In the memory of this child I have never once been out of the palace....
...ahh~ except that day, ordination in religious temples....
...Other than that day, I never set foot outside the Palace....
...Then how is this? am I just undercover yah~...
...then come out slowly without realizing it......
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...In her silence thinking, Misha suddenly said....
"We're going out secretly." His proposal.
"But young master, there are no shortcuts to get out of this place.except to climb the wall secretly, even then it is very difficult for you who —"
Uncompleted Sebas explained it, Misha suddenly interrupted Sebas' speech.
"What's young master for?" Sebas asked, filled with confusion.
"Of course for disguise! you're how the hell." Reply Misha by patting her eel, unrest emerged from the look on her face.
Sebas patted his palm with a smile of embarrassment as he said, "hehe so yah~ good idea young master!"
...Hah~ parents like this are a bit slow......
...maybe the influence of age well....
...Misha complained in her mind....
After that Sebas hurriedly carried out the prince's orders, came out of the room and went somewhere.
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A few minutes passed, Sebas came from behind the door of the room while holding the folds of clothes, in the form of long black pants and a white shirt with a black tie. While Misha looked saturated, she waited while leaning against the window sill.
After that, Misha immediately took off the garish pink dress she was wearing, tossing it over the basket beside the table as if fed up with the clothes.
Removing the clown makeup on her face, by washing her face up to nine times. As the water splashed all over her face, an irritated expression was clearly displayed behind the glass of the bathroom sink.
Misha then wears a maid-style outfit, which she thinks is more decent and more normal than any outfit she has ever worn in this world.
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"All right! let's go!" Misha said, excitedly.
Then Misha and her servant Sebas went out of the palace, passing through several guards while walking in the corridor and met many people in luxurious clothes passing around them. Misha could only bow her head, hiding her face because she was afraid that anyone would recognize her.
...With a hint of anxiety lingering in her heart, Misha instantly thought in her mind....
...As I recall this kid is rarely seen wandering around without using makeup......
...Maybe, people find it hard to recognize me, unless they are close enough to me....
...so the difference is too far, me with makeup and me without makeup like two different individuals....
...hah~...
...I hope it's safe....
...because......
...it would be very troublesome if caught....
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Until when they arrived in front of the palace gate, a large wall with a height of dozens of meters that surrounded the palace along with many large buildings such as the magic academy, and places that look important.
They stood from thirty meters away from the direction of the gate, observing the crowd around him and looking at the passersby.
There were a lot of armed soldiers standing guard around the gate. Some were sitting and talking, some were training while swinging their swords, some were standing straight without moving, and some were checking one by one the people who were about to come out of the palace gate.
Sebas was initially hesitant, afraid that Prince Misha would be found out while passing through the gate, but after seeing Misha who had unhesitatingly advanced towards the gate, Sebas immediately followed him from behind.
When Misha and Sebas were close at the palace exit, one of the blond-haired warriors with a slightly old face approached sebas with a friendly expression.
"Oh! mr Sebas? where are you going today?" Asked the soldier, embracing Sebas's shoulder, revealing a nosy look.
"Ah~ I want to go out for a while for ber– shopping..." Answer the slightly stammered Sebas.
"Heh~ shopping well..that's not it the job of a waitress." The soldier's whisper, with narrowed eyes, his expression looked extremely suspicious of Sebas.
Sebas looked a little panicked, a drop of sweat running down his forehead. But he quickly eliminated his nervousness.
The soldier then looked at Misha with a curious look, then he asked again, "Whose child is this?" then observe the servant clothes the prince was wearing, "Oh the servant is also, is he your son?"
"I'm sorry sir. I'm in a hurry, this kid has a fever, he's my nephew." Reply Sebas, his speech with a smooth and polite tone of speech.
"Haha~ well, may god be with you." Said Azka the soldier, with a loud laugh while waving to the two of them.
Sebas held the prince's hand tightly, walking away from the soldier in a hurry.
They made it through the palace gates, for the first time Misha saw the world outside the walls, something she could only look at from the bedroom window.
...Wow... that's amazing!...
...city civilization......
...about what is the life of the people here? I can't wait to discuss with them....
Said Misha, who walked in Sebas's grasp.
Displays red cheeks with glittering eyes. Glanced at the crowd that was passing around them.
Suddenly there was the sound of a crowd coming from the front, as if a crowd was gathering at the end. Misha suddenly walked in a hurry, like running around a long street with large buildings on its banks.
Misha walked and continued walking, until she arrived at a square with a fountain pool in the middle.The place was round, there were many shops with colorful tarps huddled on the edge of the road, and there were many shops with colorful tarps, selling a variety of fruits, vegetables, meat, various culinary and handicrafts.
It was seen that people were gathered there, a noise was whispering in her ears, so Misha heard the sound of street music, the sound of merchants in the tavern, the sound of children running, the sound of pedestrians, the sound of pedestrians, the voices of everyone talking.
Misha paused for a moment in her admiration, releasing the grasp of Sebas' hand.
...The market...! A great place for people to exchange their minds....
...Reveal it in his heart. Smiled wide with amazement overwhelmed with excitement....
Illustration of the character Misha who wears a servant's clothing.
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