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The Wrenching Death

The young man pointed his sword at the man sitting on the floor, but the man stopped the young man from shaking his sword at him, saying, "Allow me to adjust my worship first before you kill me, Abbiyu ! I will bow down one last time before my Lord and then take my life from my body !"

The young man when he heard the man's words only laughed at him as if scorning the man he called the king by staring cynically.

"Are you afraid that the king will face the end of your life?" said the young man with a cruel grin.

"There is nothing I fear in this world, my dear nephew Abbiyu ! There is no eternal life in this mortal world and all is but a mere deposit ! And know my dear niece, if power is not the end of life that you should reach but a good worship for the afterlife that you should pursue, my nephew !", the man called the king.

"Stop advising me son of the Quota King, I don't need any of those unqualified messages from you, my venerable king!" said the young man angrily.

"Oh Elmar ! You should not let your son's hand be sinful and you as a father should let Elmar grow up like other joyful children not with the fire of hatred that you planted on him from childhood !", the king is concerned.

"Oh the Noblest King of the Sanders Quota ! Your words are as if you have never escaped error!?", said the man with a cloth tie on his head.

"No Elmar, as an ordinary man of course I although a king must have a mistake whether it is intentional or unintentional my brother but every mistake has a way of repentance to fix it!", said the king.

"Do you not remember it, O king?", asked the man with a cloth tie on his head coldly.

"Of course, I remember my brother!", said the king grudgingly.

"Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha...! Remembering ? You never remember him, O honorable king ! How did my mother die being burned by the people of this Quota Country!?", said the man with a cloth tie on his head full of hatred. "I saw my house burn ! And I saw my mother's body burn when I was ten !?"

"I knew it was Elmar" said the king, closing his eyes.

"They burned down my entire house just because of an unproven misunderstanding of the truth, king!?" said the man with a cloth tie on his head while squinting his eyes.

"But the royal court has determined that your mother has used black magic to kill the queen consort of the Quota king, Elmar!", the king replied with a stare. "Not only that, your mother poisoned every newborn child with black magic so that they would perish and so that they would not hinder your mother's intention to rule this land!!", the king said angrily.

"That's all a lie ! That's slander of the king ! There is no way my beautiful and gentle mother could do such a fleeting deed, O king, my brother!", cried the man with a cloth tie on his head full of emotion.

"Not only that Elmar, your mother has made the springs of this land dry by poisoning it so that the inhabitants of this land die ! Your mother also ate a male heart for her strength and she even used her beauty to lure men to get their heart ! If you know that your mother has bathed in the blood of newborn babies, Elmar!", said the sad king had been forced to tell his cousin the true story.

"No ! No ! Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...!? It can't be the king!", said the man named Elmar dumbfounded.

The king only bowed his head with a feeling of pain and grief because he was forced to open the dark story of Elmar's mother who was his cousin. He has been trying to accept this incident all along, and for years had hidden the truth of the bitter story from Elmar and tried to forgive the evil of Elmar's mother who had vilely killed her birth mother who was the queen consort of the king of the Quota Country. He always treated Elmar very well even he considered Elmar to be his brother.

But now the king was more sorry to have put the life of his entire family in danger and he felt more regret for not being able to keep his daughter safe from the threat of death.

This regret was felt by the king as a form of his ignorance for being gentle to an enemy who clearly hated him.

"Prepare your king to accept your death!", said the man with a cloth tie on his head and gestured to the young man next to him.

"Please wait for a moment for me to finish my service for the last bow of honor to the Khalik!", said the king.

"All right ! I will allow him the king and please perform your last service!", said the man with a headband.

"Let me change my clothes with my brother's clean white clothes so that my worship runs perfectly!", said the king.

"Yes, yes, all right ! Please change your clothes with a clean one and immediately!", said the man with a cloth tie on his head.

The king stood up and rushed to his wardrobe, followed by his footsteps from behind by the queen.

"I'm sorry, queen ! I cannot keep your salvation and carry you in death!", said the king whispering in a trembling voice.

"While I must die but die with you and accompany you is a great gift to me, king!", said the empress trying to endure her cries.

"Thank you for accompanying me to the end, my queen ! Forgive me!", said the king looking at the empress with sorrow.

"Thank you for being my husband and for standing with me in my life, King !", a white woman with a long cloth as a head covering held back her tears but she was unable to hold her sobs in front of the person she loved the most and respected.

The king then finished his worship then hugged his beloved empress tightly and finally they met their end in the hands of the young man named Abbiyu in his palace room.

***

The ten-year-old girl continued to run through the path of her palace.

The look of fear was clearly on the face of the poor little girl. He held back his tears after seeing his parents die in front of his eyes in a horrible way. He saw the moment when both his parents died and were killed by their own relatives.

The little girl continued to run and she found no one in her palace, not even her personal nanny was seen in the palace.

Several black-robed people chased after him who ran past the steps of his palace. They were seen running up the palace stairs and hunting the little girl who was running away in fear.

"Is he an ordinary little boy, Abbiyu?" said a man with a cloth tie on his head.

"Come, dad !? I also do not know, does the little girl have the pure power of the magical blue blood Quota!?", said the young man as he stared from under the palace room.

"Conon is only the pure heir of the king's lineage who possesses that miraculous power and is able to come back to life even if they die many times!?" said the man wearing the cloth's headband with his face.

"But I didn't see that magical power in the two little girl's parents !? In fact they died and did not live again like the news delivered by the people of the Quota all this time!", said the young man.

"Hmm...!?", muttered the man with a cloth tie on his head.

"I think it's just a hoax and it's not true that if the king and queen have that magical power then they can save themselves from death!", he said !", said the young man smiling wryly.

"But my mother always told me of the miraculous power of the rulers of the Quota Country whose power was incomparable even able to conquer the jinn kings of the jungle ruler of this country!?" said the man with the cloth headband.

"Really!?", said the young man while furrowing his brows.

"It is possible that they have hidden the miraculous power or have passed it directly to their descendants to be unknown to the enemy of the kingdom like us, my son" said the man with the face of the rogue.

"Heh !? Were they so frightened that this kingdom was stolen from their hands !? Then what kind of miraculous power does a descendant of the king of this Kingdom of Quota have!?", the young man asked staring intently.

"Pancasona!", said the man with a cloth tie on his head.

"Your science that is said if people have it will never die even though he died many times !? Is the science still there, father!?", said the young man staring at the room on the upper floor.

"There's ! But I don't know if there are still people who have that magic science !? If there is knowledge, the king must have bequeathed it to his son!", said the man with a cloth tie on his head.

"Was it been the father's goal all along to obtain that magic?", the young man asked.

The man with the cloth tie on his head only went silent without answering him and looked straight at the ten-year-old little girl who was running on the top floor of the palace.