The Stake of Liberty: The Journey of Worldruler
Mein Fuhrer: Emmerson Dielbert

Urfana, remember. If you've ever been to the past and met the three of us, then on that day you're part of history. Please, if it happens again, never change the history that has happened.

corcus, 10-08-2016

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14-08-1942 / 09:20

"Really, I can go to the past. This dream that feels so real has the same influence as reality."

Urfana saw a unique scene in downtown Haidenheim, where a wide field was exposed to green blankets and smoke-free.

The city of Haidenheim looks like a result of the imagination of an idealist, who is very fond of green and smoke-free environments.

It even looks like so many people are bringing their pets - Dogs and Cats - to enjoy the environment.

All this is thanks to Mein Fuhrer! Because of his idealism he made the whole city in Germany more feasible to occupy than before when the Industrial world was not disciplined in waste management.

Idealism is a wonderful thing, it can turn a dream into reality.

When talking about Idealism, the right eye of the teenager also shows the same thing, he lived in the body of a 15-year-old and gave him a reality in a dream.

Urfana was standing facing the statue of the Great, Emmerson Dielbert.

Emmerson was a war veteran who appeared in the First World War.

In the aftermath of the war made him fed up with the government at that time, where his friends who died while fighting were only considered as pawns behind the medals given to them.

...The pawns were called political weapons...

He gathered the hearts of veterans to build a Workers' Party that supported him to make major changes in Germany on the basis of the Idealism conveyed by the high-charism man.

From a war veteran to a politician, to a dictator who gains the support of the military. And at this time Germany has become a country that has absolute power, along with its support from the Asian continent.

"What you are seeing is the most powerful man in our country. And he is also highly respected in our country."

Someone was walking towards Urfana from behind.

Urfana turned her back to greet the man, apparently a Homeless man who was walking in the park.

"I brought some food and carpets, what if you join me for a picnic in this place? It was a beautiful day, the sun was good for the body." the Homeless smiled at Urfana while offering her bread.

Urfana rejected it subtly, "Sorry sir, but I'm waiting for people. Uhm.." he muttered.

The homeless man then gave Urfana the bread and patted the palm of Urfana.

"It's okay, he'll definitely meet you. You will definitely see him if he goes for a walk while looking here and there~"

They were both looking for a nice place to picnic, both decided to roll the carpet under the tree.

"Anu, I thought we were going to have a picnic in the morning sun?" ask Urfana politely.

"really? I forgot hahaha!" reply to the Homeless.

Aya - aya wae jelema.

Speak Urfana in the heart, using Sundanese.

They both took out bread and coated it with peanut butter. While preparing food and drink, the Homeless wanted to open a conversation.

"Did you know? Odin, god of Norse mythology? He is the great-grandfather of the Europeans."

"Didn't you?" brief Urfana reply.

"Although he was a ruler of the 9 universes he was fond of mingling with humans by disguising himself as them. Odin loved to seek knowledge and information from mankind, he was very intelligent and had many nicknames."

"It seems like uncle really likes God Odin." continued Urfana in the middle of the story.

"True, so did Emmerson Dielbert. He loved the god and worshipped him. By coveting the deity, he imitated the experience of the deity and even after he became Father to the German people he still liked to blend in with the lower middle."

The Homeless Uncle served a cup of warm tea water to Urfana.

"So, is it possible to say that Uncle was the one who was looking for me through Mr. Wolf? In other words, Uncle is Mein Fuhrer. Men who like to blend in with people under the horizon like Odin."

The homeless man smiled, it seemed like the child who accompanied him this picnic had a very meticulous perception in processing information and puzzles.

"The Homeless here call me Henry. I hope in the future you'll call me Henry, too. And you're Rahmania Urfana aren't you? I've learned your name from Wolfgang."

"Then we have officially become acquainted, Mein Fuhrer." Urfana stuck out her palm at Henry.

The two then shake hands.

"Henry alone, seriously." the man smiled.

"Emmerson and Henry are different people, but they're one people aren't they?" Urfana asked.

"You're right." Henry lost his smile.

The atmosphere of the city center was not crowded enough at that time, and was really very calm without any commotion. This was the heat of the second World War.

Not long after the Germans defeated Palandia. Jardanish is now in Emmerson's hands.

Emmerson Dielbert is known for hating Jardanish descendants. They are historical relics in the vacuum of the century that survive until this era.

There is a history that was erased by the World Council and is known only to the great ancestors of the Jardanish lineage. And that knowledge was passed on to the leader of the lineage every day through the gaze of the eyes that intersected at the time of death.

But to be honest Emmerson was just acting on that hatred, after all it was the World Council's order to him.

On the other hand he protected the Jardanes by capturing Palandia and making it one within Germany.

When he came to power, he created a new identity called Henry. As a homeless man who can find out information that can not be reached by the name of Emmerson.

"I have a son with a Jardanish woman, and I am currently looking for my son. But it's really hard to get into Jardanish's existence."

"We are not husband and wife, we are not allowed to marry because of our status. And now my only hope for ensuring that the world will be better is to find my son."

Henry drew closer to Urfana and held both of the teenagers shoulders tightly.

"Please Urfana, I. I want to save my son.... You said you were from the future, right?! What happened to Jardanish?!" Henry seemed anxious for some reason.

Urfana felt heavy-hearted to answer the question, she knew what had happened to Jardanish. While others laugh at Urfana as she claims to be from the future, Henry does not laugh at her at all.

"The history books say... That the Jardanish had become extinct because of the massacre, Emmerson Dielbert was the one who was fully responsible for the incident."

Hearing that Henry was very shocked, he did not expect it would happen in the future.

"I.... I have to what...If I don't obey the World-Council, all my family will be killed, including my cousin and their son."

Urfana just fell silent and sad, basically this has happened even before she was born. He was only given a ticket to bear witness to the history of the Jardanish massacre.

"Adamska.... Goddamn it, that traitor must have been a savage licking them...."

Urfana then patted Henry on the shoulder who looked very angry. He tried to calm her down and rebuked her to do what was best.

Henry who was angry then cried because of incompetence. He knew that his lover hated himself so much after what he had done to his country.

But the man misses his lover and son, and is hoping that the three of them can escape this situation and live as a happy family.

Even so, it was the most selfish desire that could not be respected. But if that happens, what will happen in the future?

What about the Idealism he holds for the country, his comrades-in-arms, and the people who follow him from behind?

"Urfana" he said in a weak voice.

They both stood up.

"Tell me. I have to do my job here."

"There's something I'd like to say to you." The man stopped crying and was more serious now.

The two stood and quietly stared at each other, like a friend.

"I don't know what will happen to me in the future, but anyway if I die I can still continue living as my son." Henry raised his head towards the sky.

"What does Uncle mean?" Urfana did not understand what Henry was saying.

"I'm a B.L.E.S.S. The best warrior projects were created to control the world in balance and were used during the first World War. We can reincarnate by inheriting our memories and traits to our same-sex descendants. It happens when our bodies die."

"Isn't that so bad? Shouldn't such a human not exist?" Urfana expresses strong doubt over the presence of such creatures.

"To be honest this is a curse to me, and all B.L.E.S.S were born on the same day in 1889. I don't know what my son, grandson, and descendants will think in the future. If only you were in the future. Can you save her from this curse?"

Henry bowed his head to Urfana.

"I beg you" Henry said in a heavy-sounding tone.

"Bless your head Uncle. Uncle doesn't have to beg, no matter what happens I will always try to be a hero to everyone!"

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14-08-2016 / 22:00

"Ugh..." Johannes awoke from his stupor.

"Johannes! You okay?!" girana Hug.

"Girana.." call Johannes softly.

Johannes shed his tears.

"Urfana is my hero..... You killed him....I don't think anything good comes from his death."

Johannes then stood up, assisted by Girana. Johannes walked alone to his private elevator.

"Bring Urfana to the lab, he must live..... He can't die now."

Girana breaks the table to make Johannes unconscious in reality.

"What do you mean Johannes? Isn't it good that Urfana dies?! Nothing is stopping us!"

Look at Johannes sharply and sinisterly. He threatened to kill Girana even though they were comrades in arms in the past.

"You want to die?" that extremely sinister voice emerged from the equally powerful killing power he was aiming at the World-Council.

Without further ado Girana is afraid to quickly take Urfana's chest to the elevator to go to the laboratory.

"I asked you to save me myself. But I'm the one who got you killed." Johannes wiped away the tears that had washed his face.

Girana then got into the elevator and went straight underground.

"Rahmania Urfana a future hero who will stop my curse, Fadhilah Asmira Princess of a daughter of Yohan Arunaldi—"

...Descendants of Vladimir Adamska...

...The man responsible for persuading the World-Council to exterminate the Jardanish people...

The poor Johannes was at a loss for what to do after being struck by a sea of facts that began to spring from his memory.

Now for him the purpose of revenge is not only about killing those responsible, but there are serious consequences that the world will have if it loses its main leader.

He chose to sit down, and then drank Whisky so that his body could not withstand drowsiness.

.......Seriate.......

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