The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 26: Social class
Brak's...! Brak's...! brak's...!
The sound of the door being knocked.
"Mr Bolyevic?! are you inside?! Come outside!" shouted the voice of a man from outside the door, calling the owner of a luxurious mansion with full of emotion.
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The atmosphere at that time showed the moonlight that entered through a glass window, in a living room with a little lighting from a dim light like candlelight.
There was an adult man dressed as a rich noble, he looked frightened while holding his son's shoulders with both hands trembling.
"Hiks... Hix... Hiks—" Sobs a little boy in front of his father.
"Look back, don't cry son, you'll be back soon" the father persuaded, with a sad look, like he didn't want to part with his son.
"No! I don't want to part with Dad! Hiks.. hiks.," said the boy, hugging his father's body tightly.
With a heavy heart the father let go of his son's embrace. Tears soaked the cheeks of a father who loved his son so much.
Then by wiping his tears, the father held his son and moved him into a very large closet not far from the living room.
"Remember...! don't get out of here, I'll be right back..." The father's command while holding back his cry, "Dad loves you son." Say it again with a low tone and trembling lips.
The track...!
The closet door was closed by him, leaving a small gap for his son to look outside.
Draka...! The...!! The...!!!
The sound of the front door was louder.
Suddenly...
Prahaakkk....!!!
The door leaf that was instantly shattered into pieces, was kicked by one of the armored soldiers by holding a sword in his hand.
Trap...
The sound of a series of footsteps of dozens of soldiers who moved into the living room. They marched around the owner of the house with their swords pointed at him.
When one of the soldiers appeared with long black hair, a thick beard, thin mustachioed and stocky, the man looked like the commander of some of the soldiers who surrounded the owner of the house. He entered from the doorway while holding a paper roll tied with a red rope.
"Count Iskandar Bolyevic, uh..." The stocky man untied the red rope and opened the paper, "You're under arrest for embezzlement of government funds... This is the Emperor's word, I hope you acknowledge it and surrender immediately." Say it casually.
"I. I don't do such a thing! please..please let me meet with the Emperor! I've been framed! I beg—"
He had not yet explained his entire sentence, suddenly his words came to a halt.
"Argh—"
Suddenly a sword pierced his neck, spurting thick blood from his throat like a fountain in the middle of the city square.
"Haha~ we were not actually ordered to arrest you," Beber the fat man laughed happily, "But.. execute yourself, lord count." His embrace with a sly grin accompanied by a cynical look.
"Kweparat..." Screaming from a man named Bolyevic. I heard a thin sentence clearly because the neck was slit by a sword.
Suddenly a sword that stuck his throat was forcefully pulled out, thus pouring more blood out.
That was when he fell on the floor, but there was still a speck of consciousness fading in him. In the condition before his death, with eyes staring at a hiding closet his son.
...Live.O my little sun....
...Inner father, then breathed his last in a pool of thick blood that stained the floor....
While from behind the closet gap, the child can only close his mouth tightly. Of course fear had engulfed his soul, sorrow had squeezed his heart, anger had wrapped around his mind. His entire body trembled, sweat soaked his clothes, his eyes widened with all feeling as he looked at his blood-drenched father.
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The fat man walked up to the corpse of the count, then spat at him with a cynical look.
"Damned..! Hah~ if you hadn't blocked that guy, you might still be safe." Said the fat man, feeling sad and happy with the suffering that overflowed the corpse in front of him.
"Find everyone who's hiding in this room! then bring it in the yard!" the fat man ordered and went out of the house.
Suddenly the fat man stopped, then said. "Who..! especially the son of this twat*t, find him!"
A tragic end to a noble family that met with doom.
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Danilo, Sebas and Misha are seen walking on the outskirts of the city streets.
"Sorry Mr. Sebas, but who is this child?!" Danilo asked, pointing at Misha with a astonished expression.
"Hahaha~ you asked the person directly," Reply Sebas with a nosy laugh.
"Eh...?" Kaget Danilo, then turned to Misha and asked, "So....you who are the little boys?" Smile widely.
"Tch! What kind of servant does not recognize the face of his own master." Misha complained with an annoyed face full of disappointment.
...Well. even though I expected you wouldn't recognize this face....
...But thanks to that ignorance, the drama I made was a huge success to fool a fox named Hans....
"....." Danilo was instantly speechless, flabbergasted when he heard Misha's statement.
"Huh?! Tu— my lord?! My lord prince—" Shouted Danilo who was suddenly shocked instead of playing.
"Hhh...! lower your voice." Tegur Misha with an annoyed face.
Danilo immediately closed his mouth, not expecting that the figure of the little boy playing with him earlier was his own old man.
"I'm glad you bothered to come see me, but why are you pretending?" Danilo said in a soft whispering voice.
"Yes right, I am also curious about that young master." Sela Sebas, with a whisper.
The two close their ears to Misha's face.
"Hans, he's a fox. Such a man must not know that I am a prince." Reply to Misha with a whisper.
"Come?" Ask Sebas and Danilo simultaneously.
"I mean a hypocrite, a face like that is a sneaky person." Misha, with an annoyed face.
"Free, you're his acquaintance, right? stay away from that person." Firmly Misha, commemorating sebas.
"Well young master, but even though Hans was cunning long ago, I don't think he's a dangerous person." Reveal the sebas, with a confused face.
"That's what you feel! which I feel is another." Deny Misha, with great fret.
"Yes too, even though he looks good, but I feel like there's something on him." Danilo.
"It's like that, I've never misjudged anyone." Firmly Misha with a face that increasingly looked annoyed because the two people beside her.
"Where are we going, my lord?" Danilo asked in curiosity.
"Don't ask too many questions, just follow the young master." Sosor Sebas, with a flat face.
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Then the three of them continued to walk without direction in the middle of the city, suddenly unconsciously they had reached another gate that was quite far from the palace gate. The gate is flanked by two fairly large walls, with a height of about six meters.
Just like the previous gate, the gate was also guarded by several soldiers, but the soldiers who stood guard at that place were fewer than the previous gate.
By pointing her index finger at the gate, Misha immediately asked, "Hey?"
"Oh that is the second gate of the city, across it is the dwelling place for the middle class, while this place is the residence of the upper class." Danilo said, explaining it to Misha.
...Well true... Social stratification system....
...I read it a few days ago, that in this country the caste system is still applied....
...If there is a middle caste, then there is a lower caste....
...I wonder how their condition compares to the luxurious life in this place....
...Misha thought in her mind, curious to go to that place....
"Let's go there!" Take Misha, move her feet towards the gate.
Without much question the two immediately followed the footsteps of Prince Misha, they walked through the gate without the slightest obstacle.
Misha sees for herself the difference between the two places, inside the gate and outside the gate. Starting from the forms of his house that look simpler, some are made of red brick arrangements to houses that are all made of wood.
The building looks still worthy to live in, if the previous place the road is made of a neat arrangement of stone blocks, the road in this place is just an ordinary stretch of land with a track of train wheels and pedestrians.
They continue to walk through the ins and outs of the city, many men, women and children then pass by around them, doing various activities even though not as crowded as the city square.
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In their journey, over time the shape of the houses of the people became unsightly. A house with weathered wood and an old thatched roof, like a slum with gloomy-looking people.
A lot of bums are sprawled around every corner of the alley. Beggars, disabled people, drunkards and criminals gathered in that place. Reflects the life of low-class people who are lacking in finance.
While they were walking, Danilo suddenly said to Misha.
"Sir, this is a dangerous place. Instead we just go back." Danilo's advice, worried that something might happen to Misha.
"No, this is an observation... I have to finish it." Reply Misha with a cold face.
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...I finally found this place!...
...A dark side of a country, that is, the weak, the poor, the unlucky....
...While others, live luxuriously with the abundance of their treasures....
...Misha said in her mind, feeling the nuances of the decline of low-class social society....
...Misha suddenly chuckled, as if she was biting something in her mind....
...A place like this with a working class society that looks bleak....
...It seems very good for a bolshevik revolution to happen for the first time in the world......
...Hahaha~'s...
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