The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 44: Beloved Antiques

By late afternoon, a bright red glow of sunshine struck the cathedral's white building. Shortly afterwards there was a sound of bells echoing from the top of the cathedral tower, echoing the call of worship to all religious people.

Teng!... teng!....

Imam Renovic, Lilina and Misha are currently standing in front of the gate, they are about to deliver the return of Danilo.

"Uncle, see you .. May the Lord be with you," greet Misha, bowing politely to Danilo.

Renovic smiled warmly when she saw that Misha's behavior was soothing to her heart, while Danilo from inside her mind thought.

...My lord .. Please don't smile and look down like that, I get goosebumps looking at you sir.......

All my hair stiffened, when he saw the prince's behavior, because he did not want uncle's charade and pounding to be uncovered, Danilo could only reply to Misha's words with a forced smile, and a drop of sweat running down his forehead.

"Ba— well Nak .." stammered, then immediately corrected his expression, "ekhem! .. please be kind here, listen to all the words of the priest, and ..." looking at Lilina with red cheeks. "Miss Lilina, the point is to listen and not be a bad boy."

"Good uncle," Misha replied, with a fake smile that felt terrible in Danilo's eyes.

After that Danilo went from there, to his residence which he did not realize was confused by an unexpected incident.

Take Renovic, while embracing Misha's shoulder. "Well Nak Masha, let's say a prayer with everyone, today .. The family of the emperor will also come."

"Well master priest," replied Misha, with a subtle word.

...While in his heart Misha thought....

...True too, the emperor's family well....

...I can't wait to see their hypocritical faces in this sacred place....

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In front of the entrance of his house, Danilo could not help but hold back his anger. His eyes widened, his mouth propped up, his lower lips trembled, his eyebrows furrowed sharply down, all of which were depicted on the face of a homeowner who witnessed his ravaged home.

Moving into the house with trembling legs, saw an apparition of the whole messy living room. The extremely precious antiques were smashed into pieces before his eyes, whereas it was a collection he had painstakingly obtained.

Staring at a piece of antique plate lying at his feet. Suddenly Danilo bent his knees while holding the piece.

...Ahh... the thing I've been caring for for so many years, has now become like this ....who! who would dare to do this....

...Inner Danilo, with an expression of sadness that burned with anger....

His head was boiling, heated by the unstoppable flames of anger, then Danilo shouted. "Who did all this?!...."

Soon, there were footsteps coming down the stairs in a hurry.

Tap....

Filya the servant appeared from upstairs, then called out to her master with a restless face. "Mr Danilo—"

"Filya!!! what chaos is this?! who the hell did he dare to mess up Lukashenko's residence?!" yelled Danilo again, with a fierce face flushed like hot iron.

So Filya ran to her master, kneeling before Danilo accompanied by tears that poured out. "Tu— sir .. pardon your servant sir ... I dare not stop them ...."

"They?! who?!"

"Police of the host country .." replied Filya, tears flooded her cheeks.

Hearing Filya's words, Danilo immediately gasped. His great anger was astonished, then he thought in his mind.

...Wait up! what does all this mean?! state police?!... why did they investigate the residence of a Baron noble of the neutral faction?!.... do they know the secret of the Bolyevic boy?! no— is impossible! ... Then do they realize my closeness to the young master! why even this.......

Danilo felt frustrated, he could not accept all this madness, his reason was not able to find a cause for the actions of state officials against him. Then both of his hands clasped tightly onto the hair on his head, bowed in bewilderment with an expression smeared with fear, as if his anger had just been replaced.

Filya who was worried when she saw her master like that, then said. "Tu– sir ... actually before their arrival, there was something going on in the backyard—"

"What is that?!.." cried spontaneously Danilo, asking the cause of all this.

"Master, there's lightning striking from the sky ...."

...Lightning? ... is— the Bolyevic boy?! but .......

"After me and Mertha checked, we found Nak Ilyasa already sprawled with burns on his body, sir," explained Filya again, with a trembling body.

"Where is he now?!" ask Danilo, worried.

"There is in the master's room" replied Filya, pointing to the upper floor, where the room was.

Then in a hurry Danilo climbed the stairs, grabbed Filya's shoulder because of the chaotic state of mind.

............

The track!....

The room door opened suddenly, revealing Ilyasa's condition lying on the mattress with a weak condition, his eyes half open, showing a little awareness in him.

"Youtique?!" yelled Danilo, flabbergasted to look at the child's situation with wide-open eyes.

The burns were very painful, from the facial expression Ilyasa already seen that he was enduring the pain he was experiencing. Danilo then walked over to her, sitting next to the mattress while stroking her hair.

"What happened to you, son? .." asked Danilo, showing the anxiety and sadness on his face.

Danilo felt very sorry, he saw the burns on Ilyasa's body with an unbearable face.

"I'm sorry Mr. Danilo, I'm sorry ... all this ..." bitter tears instantly flooded his face, "all this is my fault sir, hiks .. hiks ..." sobs Ilyasa, who felt very sorry.

Danilo who did not know about the beginning of this incident immediately asked again, "Son, calm down .. don't turn on yourself, whatever I won't be angry with you, well?" persuade Danilo with a subtle tone, even though his heart is not calm with all this.

"Hiks .. hiks ..." Ilyasa wiped his tears with a fragile palm, "magic sir .. I made the mistake of chanting the forbidden spell.." Ilyasa explained, with tears suddenly coming from the corner of his eyes.

This guilt is too great to be arrested, starting from unexpected actions, it turns out to have caused havoc to people who had cared about him. Ilyasa did not want to see the disappointed face of Danilo, it felt like he wanted to leave this residence immediately, but his weak body was unable to do that.

...When I heard Ilyasa's words, Danilo sat down....

...What's?! could it be that he was trying to study the contents of the book that was in my room?! but wait a minute! although he was indeed the controller of lightning magic, it was impossible for him to directly master the summoning of the thunderbolt! this doesn't make any sense....

...If he really managed to do it, then it would not be strange if he became like this....

...So so yah~ is critical! it means the police came to investigate the existence of the thunderbolt magic, which should only be one person in the country who can do it....

...The Bolyevic family is said to be extinct....

Passing through the long thoughts in his mind, Danilo finally understood the cause of all the chaos that occurred. Not wanting the guilt in the child's heart to be big, Danilo could only act as if he had no problem with the destruction of his entire residence, although actually he was really angry about all the collectibles that were charred in the swallow of the event.

"Look, don't cry. Look at me, I have no problem with what happened, the important thing is that you are now safe" Danilo persuaded, wiping the boy's tears with a handkerchief from his pocket.

"Hiks .. hiks ... good sir ..." replied Ilyasa, with the tagging beginning to subside.

..........

this boy is still here, which means Filya and Mertha have done their job well.

...Hah~ fortunately this child is not found out, if until all this is revealed, then the end is already history...

...Blowing breath Lega Danilo in his mind, although his feelings are still filled with anger that has continued to break his heart....

Suddenly Danilo felt awkward with the absence of Mertha and the old man's servant in that place, so he asked Filya who was standing next to the room door with a face still looks restless.

"Filya?"

"Ya— yes sir!" sahut Filya, flinched with his master who suddenly called out his name. It was so obvious that there was something he was hiding, something he could not say.

"Where's Mertha?"

"Ah— Mertha .. in– she ... is in the next room, sir!" it was obvious that a nervous face was lining him, answering with a stuttering speech as it was shrouded in anxiety.

"Why is he just there? dan ... where is mr alsov? the grandfather?"

Filya would not and did not dare to say it directly, which is why she could only remain silent and silent with a steady stream of cold sweat streaming down her frightened face.

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