The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 28: The desire to fly
Fate has brought the two of them together, his soul will soon be freed from the shackles of the chains of oppression. When Misha looked upon the pitiful face of the misfortune-filled teenager, she showed concern that flew into the soul of the young man.
So Misha said with a look of sadness, "Who is your name, young man?"
Those beautiful green eyes looked dimly filled with nothingness, staring back at prince Misha while saying with a faint sizzling hoarse voice.
"A—... Ilya– Ilyasa..." Reply to the young man Ilyasa, with a speech that is difficult to pronounce, as if his vocal cords have been damaged, making it difficult to say a word.
Enraged at her weakness, furious at the void that swallowed her Soul, resentfully stared at the gloomy gaze shown by Ilyasa. Misha suddenly pulled both arms of the child, bowing her body down, until her knees hit the ground.
Misha's actions created a chain gurgling sound that was connected with the other slaves, they the slaves could only stay still and bow their heads, feeling fear when dealing with the three people beside them.
After that, suddenly...
Plakkp...!
The sound of the first slap was slapped right on Ilyasa's cheek loudly, making the other slaves close their eyes tightly.
"Wake up...!" He shouted with anger painted on the prince's face.
The actions of Prince Misha made Sebas and Danilo in a fog, anxiety and worry painted on their faces, afraid that the actions of the prince were seen by the owner of these slaves.
Plakkp...!
The sound of the second slap, gave rise to bruises on his pale skin.
"Are you going to end up like this?!"
"Young sir— seems to..." Cut Sebas, try to stop Misha.
Plaque...!
"Aren't you upset about all this?!"
Getting slaps in succession, Ilyasa's pain felt as if it had no impact on his soul being swallowed up by that despair. Yet another case with every sentence that Misha blurted out at him, even if it was just a punch that pierced through his soul, Ilyasa instantly felt a speck of emotional dust emerge from his heart.
Misha bit her lower lip, swiped her jaw, her eyebrows dropped down, her sadness and anger mixed into an expression that pierced through the young boy's soul. Before long, a puddle of tears shot out from the corner of his eyes, flowing slowly until it dripped onto the ground.
Next to the hand holding Ilyasa's shoulder suddenly turned to hit his own chest, squeezing it hard while saying, "It feels really painful isn't it...."
That speck of emotional dust suddenly became two specks of dust, then three, then slowly became a collection of hot sand that burned his heart.
A flood of tears flowed like a torrent on his cheeks, "You must feel lonely right...? you've been through so much suffering... Watching loved ones leave you...." The eyelids closed, shed more tears. "surely, it hurts here...."
............
...That day......
...It was the day I lost everything....
...Looking at my father's neck for myself, it made me very frustrated and angry at my weakness......
...This grudge is already too great, so much this grudge, I am no longer able to contain it......
...And now, it reappears...? Is it important to do...? And revenge, where can.......
...It's late......
...This weak me, thinking like that......
...Cross Ilyasa's inner speech, which instantly awakens from her nightmare....
"Thinking about giving up again...? being humiliated again like this? doubt because you're too weak?" Misha's barrage of questions with overflowing expressions of emotion.
...Actually I want to live like this......
...Really, like you said....
...but......
...Is this self entitled to be angry when it has long lost in despair......
"Don't you want to ask someone for help...?" Poking his hand in front of Ilyasa, the offer of help was clearly given by Misha.
Suddenly from the bottom of Ilyasa's heart was stunned, the sand had crept out, wiping out the despair that had been swallowing his soul, slowly the skinny hand tried to reach Misha's help, so that it could not help him, touching the delicate skin of Misha's palm with a small smile at a glance on her face.
...........
Soon, the slave trader came to them and said, "I'm sorry sir...I heard something from here, did they do something to you sir?" Smiling kindly to Danilo, Sebas and Misha then looked cynically at the frightened submissive slave beside her.
"Hey... basic brengs*k! did you do anything to my customers? huh uh?!" Snapped the slave merchant, bluffing the rattan whip at them.
Then the slaves shrieked in fear, trembling in silence and could only lower their heads.
"Haha~ no... no sir, they did nothing, maybe you misheard..." Bright Sebas, with a forced smile accompanied by a sense of annoyance from the bottom of his heart.
"Oh so well... Haha~ so, how about sir? is there something you want to buy?"
Misha's index finger immediately pointed at Ilyasa who was standing in front of her.
"I— my lord... would like to buy this one." Misha said, then looked at Danilo with an evil smile.
"Haha~ is right, I want that one.... How many sir?" Danilo asked with a forced look on his face.
"Oh, thank you very much sir!" He shouted in excitement, then glanced at Ilyasa's boy, "Hmm~ the boy's price is nine gold coins." Strictly speaking, put on a smile full of lies.
...Huh uh?! Nine pieces of gold...? Wait a minute, this is unnatural....
...The price of staples range from dozens of pieces of silver, according to the currency convention I had read, should a slave-like property be valued at around ninety or five pieces of gold when the quality is good....
...But this......
...Basic con man brengs*k....
...Misha thought in her mind, looking at the sneaky sword before her....
"Eh?! hah~ alright..." Shocked Danilo, then fumbled his pocket, "Eh?! why... no?!" He said quietly, panic was reflected on his face.
Danilo only realized that he had not brought money at all, since he was treated at Hans' house, all his needs were delivered through Sebas who had once visited him.
Misha then walked up to the slave seller and said, "Hey merchant master, I hope you don't fool my master like this! plus this is just a skinny boy's slave who wasn't fed."
Hearing the prince's words, the slave merchant immediately panicked. Knowing that his ruse was exposed by a little boy.
Then with an expression to hide his lies, he replied, "Eh.. sorry sir, but this child— yes! this kid is special, he has skills in bed games, it's worth the price."
In an attempt to deceive Misha and the others, the merchant then reiterated, "But if your master feels any objection, I will lower the price to five gold coins! but there are conditions."
"What's that?" Misha asked, trying to assess the act of her expression.
"Master should be my loyal customer!" Say it with a sly smile.
"Hah~ alright!" Reply Misha, with a sigh of resignation.
...Anyhow I might buy at your place again brengs*k....
...Cibir Misha in his heart....
"So, how's mister? do you agree?" Bargain the merchant who looked at Danilo in the face.
In the long transaction, Danilo even looks lethargic. Afraid to disappoint Prince Misha, he took the earrings stuck in his ear, then handed the two pieces to the merchant.
"Eh... I forgot to bring the money, so... can I pay with this?" Tawar Danilo, did not dare to look at Misha's face.
...Huh uh?! Not bring money....? Oh, my God, yeah, too....
...A nobleman who looks next to his arm, with a poor prince and an old servant who carries ten silver coins....
...Hah~...
...Why did I forget such a thing, besides I didn't expect to get to a place like this....
...Misha regretted in her mind while exhaling fret....
"Eh? Earring... Excuse me, I'll check first, sir." Said the trader, shocked and disappointed with the transaction that occurred.
The merchant looked closely at the earring, an earring with pieces of red crystal as accessories. A moment later, the merchant's eyes widened, he was stunned in awe by finding an earring that was a type of magic artifact.
*Hey... hey... This noble lord.is not an ordinary person! I know that from what he has.
Why would he so easily give away a middle-class artifact at the price of a thin flattened slave?! Is he strong in the empire?! the disguised....
Wait a minute— in hindsight, this noble can be my Business field!!! Hahaha*~
...Thought the sly merchant in his mind....
Shortly after, the merchant instead gave the earrings to Danilo, a disappointed look deliberately shown by him.
"Huh?! wh why? is this not appropriate as well? you know this stuff, right?!" Danilo protested, thinking that the merchant had rejected his offer.
"I'm sorry sir, it's precisely because of this that I returned it to you." Said the merchant with a look as if he appreciated Danilo's offer.
"But you don't have to worry.for now I give the boy to you sir!" A look of happiness suddenly appeared on his face.
"Huh...?" Danilo, Sebas and Prince Misha. Surprised to hear the statement.
"Yes! Free...!" Firmly the merchant.
...Alah...free your eyes! you must want something, don't you....
...Cibir Misha in her heart with a sense of annoyance....
"Why so—" Danilo's question was suddenly cut by Misha who immediately said.
"Oh so well sir! thank you very much well.we will certainly remind your kindness, my master is a person who has a high position, in the future we will visit again!" Misha said in an arrogant tone, saying nonsense like a high position.
Hearing Misha's words just now, the merchant was even excited. The radiance of the golden coin shone from his eyes.
...My eyes of judgment are never wrong!...
...The inner trader, tempted in the shadows of greater profits later on....
"Oh so well... hehe~ no problem. Nah! all right, for this transaction to go smoothly, let's sign the ownership contract, sir." Said the merchant with a cheerful look on his face, and led the three of them into his tent.
Just as they were about to enter the tent, Misha suddenly stopped and turned towards Ilyasa.
"Hallo iyla— Ilyasa! Are you ready to fly?" Misha said, throwing a metaphor of freedom at the poor boy.
"Fly...?"
Not long after the management of his file, Misha, Sebas, Danilo and Ilyasa, the young man who was restrained by chains, left the place with the hand of the cunning merchant in the distance.
A pair of wings had been mounted on his back, about to fly freely in space without the shackles of a bondage chain. But...
Is that true...?
Illustrated picture, a son of the Count who suffered the plagues of slavery during his life.
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