(Peroni POV)
What have I done to deserve this? All I ever wanted was to live a peaceful life.
Why was my life full of unexpected ventures with life and death? I ain't even planning to die at this age. But why do I have to experience such an intense situation? Why?
My whole plan to correct Hadar for his childish play, reckless action, and unfair judgment had been postponed.
I wished to share my thoughts and beliefs regarding this issue, but to think this nightmare happened too fast, I feel miserable.
Wherever we went to, there were assailants ready to shoot me down. I still had no idea who would order my assassination.
I closed my eyes and contemplated the event.
'Who will benefit when I die?' I asked myself.
I opened my eyes wide upon my realization.
"Lord Judas?" I dryly said. "B, but why? We're friends, though."
The gunshot hit the window next to me, but the bulletproof barrier shielded my head.
I ducked my head to cover myself.
"Are you alright, milord?" the driver asked. "I, I'm fine. Just keep your eyes peeled!" I ordered.
I wasn't dumb to identify the penetrator, but I still tried to comprehend the reason for this.
"Does he want to take my role as the Prime Minister and use his authority to declare himself as a dictator?" I inquired, rubbing my jaw.
The car went to the narrow street. Thankfully, the big pickup automobiles failed to get closer because of the area.
"I, I'm gonna call the cops now," I said, panicky.
I dialled the number of the hotline, but no one was answering the call.
I tried it several times, but I only received the same notification call from the robot voice.
"Goddamn it!" I slammed the phone and stomped my floor of the car. "Why do you have to do this, Lord Judas? You fuckin' traitor!"
He bribed the polices within this district, and he even silenced the media who were shooting it through the helicopter.
No one would even dare to realize that the prime minister had been chasing by the bounty hunters.
"M, milord, where should we go? According to the GPS, the highway connected to the main capital had been blocked," the driver shuddered as he pointed the monitor.
I clenched my fist tightly and slammed a hand on the window rest.
"Damn it!" I cried.
'Is this the end of my life? I wish to continue, but I have nowhere to go.'
Thereupon, I succumbed to prayer. I closed my eyes and closed together my arms.
This atheist myself started to call for the unknown existence I repudiated to believe.
I begged the God of Creation for forgiveness. I wished the sin of my crime to be ignored when I entered his kingdom.
Whatever happened to me, I wished for the great health of my friends, relatives, and even the world itself.
I wished the kid shall be gifted with good guidance, a proper mindset, and everlasting life to rule his territory.
'If you're real, please lend me your strength,' I begged.
"Milord, forgive me in advance. I proposed to let me drive the car to the place where the authorities don't want to touch it. I want your approval for this plan. If you want to live, then you have to make a choice," the driver suggested with a grave look.
"May I mind where the heck it is?" I asked with cold sweat. "The Tondo. The squatters area of the capital city, milord. There is a friend of mine living there. Since Lord Judas left it untouched for a decade despite the strict law declared by Lord Hadar. It is the only place we can go," the driver appealed.
'T, tondo?' My shoulders dropped down upon hearing its name.
"Are you out of mind? That's the most dangerous district in the territory of Lord Judas," I complained. "But it is better than to be hunted down by these people, though," the driver countered with the convincing word.
"Nevermind, let's stop this now. I am the target of the bounty hunters and not you. I wish to continue but I'm tired of living like this. If you wish to, you can abandon me here. Here, " I pulled out my wallet and tossed it to the driver. "Leave now and take the money. The debit card pin number is written in the picture, so you can withdraw all of it."
The driver picked up the wallet and opened it. Then, her head nodded upon confirming the content.
'Commoners, they are always the same. They only work for us because of money. Now, choose. Take it or leave it. It's your choice, driver,' I simpered.
"M, milord, this is too much. What about you? Do you really want to die like this?" quizzed the driver. His hands holding the wallet trembled.
I pulled out a box of cigarettes and picked a stick. Then, I ignited it with magic.
"There is no hope for this. The fuckin' bastard Deputy Minister wants my head. He has already controlled the situation and the plan was smoothly planted very well," I said, calmly.
I took a sip and blew a cloud of smoke.
"B, but why?" the driver asked. "Because of my position. He wants to usurp my authority by force. The role of the Prime Minister is the leader of his Majesty's government and is ultimately responsible for the policy and decisions of the government," I answered.
The driver shut his mouth and gulped.
"It is my solemn duty to oversees the operation of the civil service, and government agencies. I held responsible to choose wisely the members of the congress and cabinet," I raised a finger and added.
"Eh?" The driver tilted his head on the side and surprised.
"In other words, I am the principal government figure in the Hadar Administration," I finished.
"M, milord, I'm sorry for unable to understand this," the driver apologized.
"Is this your first day at work?" I asked. "Y, yes. This is my first time," the driver nodded.
"Man, I feel sorry for you, driver. To think the first day of your work is the end of my life," I chuckled.
"M, Milord, please stop saying that. Sir Gerie won't be happy to hear that," the driver waved a finger from left to right. "Gerie, huh. Oh, the head butler of my house. Man, tell him I'm sorry for letting his master die like this. That man is a good pal despite the fact, he's annoying sometimes," I simpered, taking a sip of the stick and exhaled a cloud of smoke again.
I closed my eyes to relax my mind.
'Man, it is regretful to end like this. I will die as a virgin ugly bastard at this age. Oh, crap. I wish a beautiful girl will even come and accept me as who I am,' I shed a tear.
"M, milord? Are you crying?" the driver worried. "Naah, I'm not. There is a speck of dust inside the car and hit my eyes. By the way, leave now. There is enough time for you to escape," I persuaded.
The driver's face turned serious.
"No way. You're going to live," the driver buckled up his seatbelt and pushed the accelerator.
"O, oi, what the fuck are you doing?" I argued. "I'm saving your ass!" the driver chastised.
I flinched after I saw his eyes. Now that I looked at his face, he's pretty. I meant, this guy had a feminine face.
His amber hair looked short from afar because his cap covered the entire area.
'He's determined to save me despite I told him to escape. What the heck is wrong with this man?' I placed a hand on my forehead and heaved a sigh.
"I'm going to Tondo and asked for the help of my cousin. Just hold tight, relax and cover your head. This is going to be rougher than before," the driver warned, smiling.
All of the bounty hunters tried to block our way, but the driver's ability outmatched their driving skills.
'I, Incredible!' I dropped my jaw in awe.
If this was a movie, the director of the movie should raise his salary!
"Milord, please take note of this. If there is still a hole in the bucket, then the water can still pass through it. What I meant is, there is always a solution to any problem. The only matters the most here is our determination to live!" the driver condemned.
"Do you have to lecture me about that?" I asked, raised one eyebrow. "Y, yes, milord," he simpered.
I blushed upon seeing his smiling face.
'F, fuck. This is bad,' I diverted my gaze and closed it.
"Man, if you insist, so be it. Commoners like you are really annoying sometimes," I heaved a sigh.
His lips upturned when I reluctantly approved his idea.
"Thank you very much, Lord Flawkes. That's the spirit. You should always wear that face in front of your enemies," the driver thumbed up with dazzling eyes. "S, stop doing that, moron. Focus on the fuckin' road, goddamn it. Keep your eyes peeled. We're in the middle of the chase!" I badgered, pointing my index at the front.
"Y, yes, milord!" He fixed his cap and grabbed the handle tightly.
I leaned my back on the smooth body rest of the backseat.
'Man, I don't know if I'm lucky or not,' I covered my eyes with my arms and laughed.
Commoners and nobles had different views on life. We're living in an unfair world where the rich trampled the hopes of the poor, and the poor turned into laughing stock because of their status.
We're born as human beings, but we treated them harshly during the past.
I still wanted to learn what was good about them at all, and what pushed Lord Hadar to give them freedom.