The Land of Freedom's
Chapter 8: The Mask of Personality
On top of the soft silky fur, Misha felt the warmth, the pleasure, the fragrance of the body of a young woman. Like being carried in a world of numb dreams that cannot be controlled.
Slowly and slowly, Misha could not hold back her consciousness, she began to be swept away by the tempting sensation. So that he fell asleep in his pleasure.
Half an hour had passed, as soon as the door of the room opened slowly. The Empress came out of Misha's room with a satisfied face.
Everyone was bowed without seeing the empress' face, except Sebas who was currently looking at her hatefully.
...I can't fight it anymore! si*l... What exactly is going on in there?! I hope the young master is okay....
...Inner Sebas with a sharp gaze pointed at the empress....
"Free? Please take care of the boy... Today she feels quite good from before," the empress pleaded with him while putting on her sly smile.
"Understanding the noble," Sebas replied, then fixed his sharp gaze and smiled falsely at the empress.
After that the empress left the place with her entourage. From behind Sebas looked back at them with hatred and suspicion.
Sebas returned to the room in a hurry, when the queen's entourage was no longer visible from his perspective.
He saw the little prince's body lying on his bed, with his arms outstretched and his buttons half-opened. Misha's face looked red but her group of eyes were tightly closed.
Sebas still did not know what the empress did to the prince, he felt astonished why the prince suddenly fell asleep, when before he was still awake.
Sebas immediately checked Misha's condition, felt her forehead, felt a breath in her nose, touched her pulse, to make sure she was okay.
"Thank God his body is not hot, I also do not feel any magic spells, I think he just fell asleep," said Sebas who felt a little relieved.
"Anna, you can come back today. I will take care of the young master myself" Sebas ordered, to the servants outside the room.
"Understand Mr. Sebas." Reply to the servants, then hurry away from there.
When the servants were gone, Sebas locked the door. Turn off all lighting in the room so as to separate the moonlight that enters from the room window.
Sebas took out a chair, placed it in front of the prince's bed and sat down beside him. He wanted to wait for the little prince to wake up again, because his feelings were full of anxiety and worries that could not be held back.
...*******...
From the depths of the conscious mind, Misha dreams. He heard the sound of sword friction, like he was in a battle.
He saw a vague picture of a woman carrying himself, as if carrying a small baby and running in a hurry.
Misha heard the sound of a horse's shoe hitting her. A few moments later, she saw a sword suddenly stuck right in the chest of the woman.
Blood poured out from his chest, dripping blood one by one on Misha's face, so all his eyes looked red.
...Kamu— must survive....
...wahi my son.......
...later— you will avenge everyone....
...save them all......
...i beg......
...Live....!...
The hiss that sounded from the voice of a woman, was like she was enduring the pain that pierced her body.
...******...
Suddenly Misha's body awakens from her sleeping position, she is awakened from a nightmare that she does not know. His breathing was irregular, cold sweat was everywhere, his face was filled with tears with mixed feelings Misha shouted.
"Yeahahh....!" Shouted Misha who suddenly regained consciousness from her dream.
"Young master?! what is?! what's going on?!" Said Sebas who suddenly became panicked.
In the few moments that Misha ignored Sebas's question, she just thought and kept thinking about things.
...I experienced it again......
...Whose memory is all this...? dreams don't just come out if I've never experienced something like that....
...is this memory, this feeling, this dream.......
...Have the loser boy? then why....
...Inner Misha, while scratching her temple....
"Young master?! please answer! what's going on?!" yelled Sebas who was panicking.
"Hah~ Thank God.. I think you are possessed," said Sebas back leaning on his seat.
"Young master, why are you crying?" ask Sebas again, worried.
"Oh this must be because of the dream," Misha replied as she wiped her tears.
"Actually I was dreaming of something, the dream of a woman who was killed by an armed soldier, that soldier.... They were exactly with the soldiers guarding inside the palace." Misha said with anger painted on her face.
"Free?! is this my memory?!" misha asked, looking at Sebas and shedding tears.
Sebas suddenly felt a turmoil of feelings that were like being torn apart. His eyes widened, his lips trembling, sweat and tears mixed in his sadness and anger.
"So that's it, huh...." Breathing Sebas, her eyeballs pointing down, "the woman in the dream is your biological mother. After the birth of the young master, he was reported to have perished on the way to the palace, all of whom perished on the way. Except for a baby who survived," Sebas explained in the seriousness of the face.
"The baby was—" said Misha, curious.
"Yes, the baby is you young master.if only I were by his side, perhaps the princess could still be saved," he said. His jaw hardened, showing an expression of resentment and regret.
...So......
...everything is connected....
...About my sister, the woman's memory, and maybe......
...The memory of that terrible whisper......
...is a memory fragment from a boy named Misha....
...Lazor said in his heart....
Misha calmed her mind again, took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly. With his small body, he got off his bed.
Misha turned to Sebas and asked, "what time is it?"
"Hour? sorry young master, I don't understand what you're saying." Reply Sebas, confusion.
...Perhaps conventional clocks have not been invented in this world.......
...Inner Misha, feeling restless....
"Ah, then forget it," said Misha who again felt sorry will be left behind science in this world.
"Oh yeah, what about the empress?" Misha asked, with a suddenly annoyed expression.
"I was also curious, after the empress came out of your room, since then you were unconscious. What happened young master? did he do anything to you?" sebas asked, curiosity on his face.
"Oh.. about that, he told me a story, because I was tired of falling asleep." Reply Misha, who made it happen.
Misha did not want to talk about the incident she experienced with the empress, by trying to shift the topic of conversation she suddenly reasoned to rest because she was too tired.
"Free, can you come out first? I want to take a break." Misha told Sebas with a flat face.
"But young master, if anything happens to you—" Sebas' sentence was cut off after seeing the sharp gaze that the little prince showed.
"Ba-good! I'll wait outside, if anything happens please tell young master."
He suddenly moved out of the room, leaving Misha alone there with various thoughts in her head.
inside the room, Misha was pensive in silence, thinking about the whole incident she had witnessed. In his mind there were many debates and questions raging, still seeming to deny that all this was an undeniable empirical fact.
"Hah~ the woman, has an alluring sensation, as if I were being pulled into her," said Misha who spoke to herself, after which she put up her sneaky grin.
"What was that sensation that I felt! i.. I want more! her scent, her face, her delicate skin.I want to have it!" muttered Misha, with a heavy exhale of desire.
...However, I am not the one who wants to be enslaved by you baji*gan! I'm the one who'll make you my slave....
"Haha...! how shameful! my young desire rose up in the body of this little child, "the little laughter of Misha showing her evil grin.
Misha brought out a personality that was very different from before, someone who loved knowledge so much was not depicted to her who was currently laughing while showing a terrible smile. The golden-coloured eyeball lit up in the darkness, its upper cheeks flushed red, its next eyebrows rose, like depicting a heartless vile figure.
"Oh.. empress! I'll put a chain around your neck and take you around town as my sweetest pet." muttered Misha, in a suppressive tone.
...*******...
...oh lord.......
...I really wanted to create that horrible monster...!...
...actually it is a masterpiece from mankind for you....