The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 31: The dark story
"Tell us your story, O Ilyasa." Pinta Misha, smiled kindly at him.
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"Do you know about...." Speech ceased.
All stared in wonder at him, noticing something he was about to say soon.
"The Bolyevic noble family.." continued Ilyasa, the look on the face of seriousness with sad emotions that were plastered.
Misha could only be silent, she did not know about it, but it was another case with the expression of Danilo and Sebas who were immediately stunned. Surprised by the shaking feeling from within the hearts of the two of them, it was as if he had just heard a stoic sentence spoken from Ilyasa's mouth.
...Bolyevic...?! rebellious nobles who tried to overthrow the imperial throne....
...Six years ago, the head of the family and his children were executed that day....
...Why did he casually mention the name of the rebel? a stoic sentence that no imperial citizen should say....
...does he have anything to do with the Bolyevic family...?...
...Cross Danilo's question in his mind....
"Family Bo... Bolyevik?" Misha asked, spelling with a confused face.
"Sorry young master, as far as I know saying that name is a taboo in this country." Bright Sebas, with a serious face.
"Bolyevic used to be the surname of the imperial nobility, but six years ago, the head of the Count Iskandar Bolyevic's family tried to revolt against the emperor, at which time he was executed by the empire," Clearly Danilo in a whispering voice.
"He didn't do anything like that...!" Sela Ilyasa, yelling no accept with Danilo explanation. "dia— she is a good person, so...it is impossible to do such a thing." A single tear was seething in the corner of his eye.
Seeing and hearing Ilyasa's words, all of them were instantly shocked and astonished. In his heart they said.
...Why does he look so angry...?...
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"Iskandar Bolyevic is. And I'm his youngest son, Ilyasa Bolyevic." Reveal it, with a pattern of anger immediately appeared.
...In Danilo's heart and Sebas immediately said....
...Huh...?! son...?! not likely....
"I'm sorry..but, wasn't all his family executed that day?!" Danilo asked, with a trembling body.
"Not all of them, sir, all of my family was slaughtered, my mother and my two sisters were murdered on the way home, not only that... I myself also witnessed my father's death before these eyes." Ilyasa said with emotion, those tears that were calm suddenly flowed down his cheeks. His eyebrows bent, his teeth hardened, indescribably the boiling fury in his heart.
Still on the verge of doubt and the twists and turns of questions that overshadowed the minds of Danilo and Sebas. Ilyasa then explained to them, about the moment he saw the figure of his beloved father stabbed with a sword in his throat, in front of the eyes of the boy who was hiding in fear.
"With the room searched, they took all my family's valuables.Everything was taken away, and they burned my house to nothing." Clearly Ilyasa was in tears of sadness, she wiped away her tears but continuously flowed nonstop.
Misha looked seriously at the cry, watching as well as entering the soul realm the feeling of vengeance on the child, as if placing herself in the position of Ilyasa, permeating and living the turmoil of anger within her.
With a heart still in disbelief, Danilo then asked, "Then how did you survive?"
"That day..."
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"Bwhahaha.... Cheek..! slog you!" Hina a fat soldier while spitting on Iskandar Bolyevic's corpse.
"Research the entire room...! find his youngest son, he must be hiding around here!" The fat man's orders.
"Ah yes..do not forget to collect all valuables! gold, jewelry, and more. No one steals secretly!" Strictly again, while walking to all sides of the room.
"Okay commander!" Reply to one of the soldiers.
Then all the soldiers rushed down the house.
The fat man who was the commander of the soldiers, checked around in every corner of the living room. From opening the door of the room to ransacking the drawers of the tables that are not far from the corpse of the host.
Tap...
The sound of footsteps ringing in Ilyasa's ears, gave off a fear that haunted him.
Closing her mouth tightly with her sweaty hands, silent with her eyes forced to close. His entire body did not stop shaking, afraid that the fat man would suddenly open the closet of his hiding place.
Not long after, suddenly the sound of footsteps got closer and sounded very close, then suddenly....
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The track....!!!
The closet door opened suddenly.
"Bwah...! meet you little rat." Said the fat soldier, looking at Ilyasa with his evil grin.
At that moment his soul had been swallowed by the monster of despair, unable to say a word and only frozen, suddenly the little boy was dragged out of the closet.
He continued to drag Ilyasa out of the house to the outside of the courtyard which was pitch black because of the night. The skin of the lower body was instantly scratched on the rough surface full of rocks, as it continued to be dragged endlessly until the entire pants were torn with blood stains from the wounds inflicted.
a short while later, the fat man arrived at a tent with a dim light of fire, accompanied by several soldiers standing guard in front of the curtain. Inside the tent was an adult man in luxurious clothes like a noble.
Opening the curtain of the tent, "Master.I managed to find this child!" Said the fat soldier with a happy smile.
"Great work!" Reply to the man, then throw a bag of objects that snarl like the sound of a gold coin.
"This is for you."
"Thank you sir!" caught the bag of gold with excitement and left the tent.
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Ilyasa fell on the ground, his eyeballs looked empty and hollow because they had just lost everything. At that time the man who was a noble stared coldly at the figure of Ilyasa who lost his emotions.
"Vulsants? comein..." Said the noble man, then shortly afterwards appeared an armed soldier from behind the curtain of the tent.
"Yes my lord?" Reply Vulsan, the young soldier with dark green hair.
"Snuggle this boy to the slave trader, fake his identity, change all his clothes with slave clothes." Order of the noble man, with pity for Ilyasa.
...Iscandar......
...You've lost a political war....
...Maybe this is my only way to repay my debt to you....
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...The poor boy......
...Said the noble man from within....
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The man was a head of the state police, who was sent by the emperor to execute all members of the Bolyevic family, including his mother and two younger brothers, who were killed in a horse-drawn carriage.
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With great anger and sadness Ilyasa told them all. The day he saw his father dead before his eyes, the day he was dragged away, the day his house was looted, and, and the day when he was suddenly in an iron cage with chains wrapped around his neck.
"That day, I suddenly came to my senses and was already in an iron prison with the slaves." Ilyasa said, in his sorrowful expression.
An illustration of a fat soldier who catches a wet noble boy hiding in a closet.
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