TIKZ 2 [Throwing Into the Golden Age]
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Udelia opened her eyes, hearing the whole footsteps of—the one who took her, had moved away. He stared at his shackled legs, unable to move in the slightest.

Udelia's hands were tied behind the body, free in an instant. Then he untied the ties on his feet deftly.

After which, he picked up a biting hairpin, which was hidden within his jet-black hair. Slowly and without a sound, he opened the cell lock that locked him up.

He strolled into the hallway, leaving dozens of cells neatly lined up. Another prisoner just fell asleep, after eating a heavy meal.

So, there will be no commotion due to envy, because he managed to get out of prison, which is said to never be penetrated by power, magic, and magic.

Udelia leaned against the wall— tried to hide herself, when she heard footsteps approaching.

When there was no longer the sound of footsteps, he continued his escape through the wlaka room, the torture room, then headed for a dead end.

He stepped quietly on the ground in front of him with some rhythm. Then the floor he stepped on moved upwards, opening the way to a long hallway.

Udelia jumped into the dark passageway, then the ground came back down—covered perfectly.

"How can the prisoner escape?!" beaver Candra—one of Maya's favorite uncles.

The beloved daughter of the person he had noticed, had been detained for so long. It is impossible, even if never tortured. Maya herself said so.

Now, the kidnapper, who had been his prisoner, fled in a short time.

Apparently, this large country, has not improved for a long time so that kidnappers from small areas, can escape quickly.

"Sorry, sir. We just changed and there was no sign of anyone living in this cell or prisoners sneaking out of this cell. The padlock on the cell door wasn't damaged at all" replied the bodyguard standing behind Candra, who was inspecting the cell.

Candra notices the entire wall and the iron cell. It does not appear to be a sign of damage or a trace of strength, but there is nothing to be understood about an ignorance.

"Go! Catch him or you won't survive!" candra's word to the cell guards.

"Good, sir."

Elsewhere, Udelia closed her sun-pierced eyes. A long, narrow dark passageway, ending at the riverbank of Cironabaya.

Udelia sat panting and coughed many times, due to the cold air on her skin.

"You shouldn't force yourself to heal it. The power of the dragon is enough first aid." Utih said in Udelia's head.

He was very upset, because his dying master was still giving strength to others.

Udelia heals Maya with the last vestiges of her powers.

Udelia smiled at Utih's nagging. "Even though Utih had children" he replied.

"I also consider you important. Looky. Now you may suddenly faint and no one will help. Then you'll die."

Udelia grimaced hearing it. This pet, cursed him blatantly.

His legs continued to walk, though he was injured from walking barefoot. He suddenly smiled happily, as his sense of sight caught a familiar person.

"It just so happened that there was someone I knew," Udelia said staring at the most prominent person among the group of soldiers, who were putting up a new announcement.

"Let's know if anyone saw," said the man, leaving the already curious citizens with a golden competition, which was very tempting.

Passing through the crowd of people who were looking at the hoods, notification boards shaded by the roof, Udelia followed the group of soldiers who went away.

Udelia limped after the group. Then he shouted using the most secret word, which only Udelia and the person he knew.

"Gotho! How many languages have been made?"

Gotho, who heard his name called, stopped and turned around. He looked around for the person who called his name, but then he was scattered. "You!" he looked at the painting in his hand. "Catch her!"

Udelia's shoulders and head pressed down on the three soldiers, until she rested on the ground. Udelia felt her knee fracture from a hard blow.

"Don't blame me, you can escape the palace is incredible. There never was. Even the black magic chief."

Udelia dropped her body then slipped from the bottom of the soldier's body. He concentrated the remnants of his strength on both of his legs, then rushed to run away from the grasp of the three.

Udelia crossed her hands across her face, she broke through the other soldiers who pointed their spears at her.

Gotho halts its steps, losing track of Udelia in the deepest part of the forest. He raised his hand telling the soldiers to split up, in order for the search to be completed faster.

"Udelia, relax." The figure—Balaputra. He let go of his hand that was smothering Udelia's mouth. "You're hurt" he said, looking at the blood all over Udelia's body.

"thank you. Better not get involved."

"Continuing to use force for consciousness and body support, would be fatal. Let's treat your wounds."

"You'll get in trouble." Udelia did not have a purpose, because her body was no longer possible to go far. But he did not want to involve this good man.

"I can't see you get hurt." Balaputra's eyes exuded sincere concern.

Udelia was a little stunned to see it. "When you don't know me" he said, not understanding the thought of the burly man before him.

"Sorry." Balaputra strapped his shawl to Udelia's back. He guided Udelia slowly, ignoring the girl's warning.

"We're making camp not far from here ..." Balaputra is soft-spoken.

Udelia, who was not strong, could only follow Balaputra. He was given clothes, tents, and medicine, then left alone.

"Master, you bought those clothes confidently." Private waiter Balaputra astonished. Her master had been buying the pink clothes for two weeks.

"of course. The soul mate must meet." Balaputra smiled gently.

A smile she had never shown, other than a formal smile.

"I'm sorry for my stupidity, but how can you like it? You've only met once."

"Right, how do I like it? Is it because of her beautiful eyes? His courage? Because of his kindness? Clearly, hearing his cries was heartbreaking, nor could he bear to see his wounds. I've had hundreds of women executed, it feels normal."

"Then, you have to say it before he goes missing again" the waiter suggested.

"No. His heart is too soft, it will be thoughtful." Balaputra's eyes looked at the sky. His mind penetrated the vast realm, remembering everything he had gone through.

"You're like to know~"

Balaputra noticed the right time, then went to Udelia's tent. "Udelia, is it over?"

"It has. Please come in" replied Udelia from the top of the bed.

"It feels uncomfortable ..." Balaputra scratched his non-itchy nape. There's no way he's getting into a girl's tent.

"Just a second!" Udelia opened the door of the tent, looking as the sweat on her body reacted to the ointment.

"Ah, sorry not to think about your condition."

"No problem. I've been troubling you."

"Not at all. It's food, please eat." Balaputra handed him a tray filled with food, which was originally reserved for him.

Udelia accepted without further ado. "You're so good that I'm confused to reply."

"Just take a reply to save me" said Balaputra. "Please."

Udelia entered the tent when Balaputra had gone away.

The race stopped, he watched Udelia from the open door of the tent, exposed to the wind.

The evening sky changed by night, the sound of earthy animals was clearly heard. Balaputra watched Udelia who was soundly asleep in the moonlight.

His face is very peaceful. It was as if he was the happiest being, despite having a great wound.

"You trust others very much" Balaputra muttered touching Udelia's cheek with her fingertips.

He crouched down on the side of the bed, carrying a knife and cloth.

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