Mouth groans have been silenced by a bunch of unknown people. Both legs and arms trying to escape from the grip of the big muscular man. His eyes were covered with a thick cloth; he couldn't see anything. Footsteps and shoe prints scattered behind him, making Issac wonder if he would be taken somewhere. Dressed in dirty sackcloth, silver hair and eyes as beautiful as sapphires. But for people like Mogena Village, Issac's face was the most dangerous and could hypnotize anyone who obeyed him. It was as if they blamed Isaac for his birth in the village. As time went on, he heard people whispering something. Whispering about the demon that had become her.
The steps were stepped on by a big man. Side untied. Letting the man carrying him throw him into a dark room with no oxygen at all. At the same time, the thick cloth is removed. Issac banged on the door with unsteady steps as hard as he could. However, no one responded to the answer.
"Fuck you all! How dare you leave me in a place like this!" Isaac cursed the person who would do that to him.
Don't know for sure whether Issac is in this place. Has it been a year, two years. Or years. Until now, he didn't want to be in his village. His life was like absolute hell. He looked at the activities of the residents plagued by restlessness due to the constant snow. Deep in his heart, Issac cursed in the Epuni language.
Dark. Covered by a thick black cloth. Issac's breathing was getting heavier. Sweat dripped down his face. His vision was getting blurry except for the gap on the left. Issac crouched while watching the people pass by. Blowing the trumpet signifies something. The sound of everyone's footsteps coming towards here. Issac narrowed his eyes. Pay attention to what they want to do. Some moved away, whispering in the corner by the snow-covered tree. Whispering something without anyone noticing. Afterward, the woman dressed as a maid rushed towards an old hut. The residence of a man named Nigel.
His face turned in the opposite direction. Bring your right eye closer to the gap. Unfortunately, it was covered by a group of Mogena Village residents standing tall and wearing thick boots. For now, no one noticed Issac's presence in a dark and silent room. How could they have realized it? After all, they think of me like a cursed child, said Issac in his heart. Smiling to himself, he felt he was not blessed by Ihdos, God of Freedom.
Mogena Village. A village that has the thickest snow climate among other towns. It is located in the northern region and is part of the Oritus Kingdom's power. Some of the guards kept on stationing around five or six soldiers. Includes messenger and so on. Patrol and mingle with the surrounding people. They don't care about anyone as long as they have enough money for their daily needs. And the five warriors will continue to live in the village forever. No interest in returning to the Oritus capital.
Their income is in the form of raw fish and fruits such as apples or grapes. Sold at a low price, they could only eat twice per week. The rest, they fight to take other people's food rations or take what is available. No human body. Nor animal carcasses. It got cut, chopped, and skinned until cooked using makeshift cooking utensils. They have the principle of how to survive when the weather is cold; it is difficult to shine from the hot sun.
Crops for apples and grapes were grown using ancient magical methods. As well as experimenting with the help of old healers and scientists. Unfortunately, they are already old. It doesn't have the power it used to have. A towering tree, prone to cracking on the inside. The ancient healers and scientists checked the moisture content, sunlight, and soil fertilizer to fire and elemental air magic. Combine and make sure magic and aids work well.
The old scientist turned to the right at the joint of the gear wheel. The sound of the teeth rubbing against each other. Does not cause unnecessary noise. The healer sprinkled every endangered tree. Hope there is no wilting in sight.
Suddenly, two men brought a woman in a shabby state who was severely injured. Her long white hair. His face was battered. Blood dripped from his forehead. His sense of vision was blurry because it was hit in the second part of his eyeball. And all over his body filled with wounds from someone lashed. His mouth was opened wide by a butcher. He only wore brown sack pants. Covers her face except for the eyes. He is holding a large ax and pulling at his hair. The groan of pain returned. There was no one to help her or approach the woman.
A man appeared who came from one of the leading religious officials. An old face full of wrinkles. His nose and eyes have wrinkles and blackheads. On each finger, there is a large ring of mineral stones that exist. Gray hair, covered by a spiky hat with symbols denoting the well-known religious leaders of the capital. The left palm holds a stick with the symbol of religion. The robe is dominant black and white gold. Right palm holding a holy book entitled The Worship Of Ila. The book's cover is brownish-green with a rectangular symbol accompanied by the pull of two opposite lines. The first line is a thick straight line. While the second line is curved to the left. Inside the rectangle, there is a symbol of a sharp glaring eye.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" he shouted. "God Ila as the creator of the universe, has blessed us in the form of long life and healthy physically and spiritually. It even provides a decent life for all of us. The kindness that God Ila bestowed should not be wasted! Unfortunately, the damned have used God's gifts to do evil! It was as if God was to blame for being born on this earth! Moreover, destroying what we hold dear like this savage woman did!"
The butcher grabbed his hair. Push it forward. The other two butchers opened the wood that had been locked tightly. Beside him, there were two chains from opposite sides. The woman was dragged and beaten by religious leaders. The staff he was carrying was given to the healer. His face hardened, not wanting to witness the gruesome scene. However, he had no choice but to follow the existing procedures. His eyes closed for a moment. His hands gripped tightly on his findings. Intend not to give it to religious leaders.
"Please let me go! I'm not a demon incarnate! My name is Jenna! And I don't want to die!"
"Liar!" shouted one of the residents in the back.
A stone was thrown at Jenna's face. Followed by the residents who did it. Every time he was thrown, his face was covered in blood again. The religious leader smiled a lopsided smile. Letting morons scream insults against Jenna. The woman thrashed. Asking forgiveness for being accused of doing something other humans should not have done.
"Do you guys know? Hundreds of people in Megona Village have been experiencing the plague of death called Famine for months! Do you have the heart, your family to experience prolonged starvation just because of the appearance of that demon-faced woman?" sprayed religious leaders.
The more she spoke, the more people couldn't hide their deep frustration and fear for Jenna. Hope the demon plague will go away from Megona Village soon.
Issac, who heard it though unable to see clearly, could only surrender, sighs every time he hears a male voice accusing a woman who knows nothing about demons. Isaac was covered in blood all around him, unable to contain the frustration he was experiencing. Hoping he will experience the same treatment. The fists of both hands. So weak. Helpless to face a cruel and painful fate. Deep down, Isaac wanted freedom. Freed from the accusations of those who claim to be the devil. Including a woman named Jenna.
"Devil! I command you! To stop the snow immediately! Otherwise, as loyal followers of God of Ila, we will send you to the deepest hell! And your soul will rot to immortality!" snapped the religious leader, pointing his index finger at the poor woman.
"Please! Don't do this to me! I have a family! And they really need me!"
Suddenly, a hard throw hit the right side of the forehead. Jenna was taken aback by such a throw. Glancing at the origin of the throw. What a surprise, what turned out to be throwing stones were Jenna's two children and their beloved husband. Their two children are eight and six years old. Her husband kept throwing her non-stop. Weeping full of regret. And the broken cries of his children. Jenna was betrayed too. Can't believe that he babysitters her, and this is the payoff. Tears rolled down his cheeks. Bowed limp and resigned to the fate that befell him.
Meanwhile, Issac took a deep breath. His breath was heavy. Both legs are difficult to walk. Especially standing for a while, the right hand wipes the sweat. Didn't listen to the rest of the lecture on Jenna's execution. He had already guessed next. A few seconds later, the residents' voices sucked in their breath. Isaac couldn't blame the locals.
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Issac checked his watch. The time is already 12 noon. Marks lunch. However, he did not want to eat at that time. I don't know what got into him, but the food he brought was homemade. Mini size rectangular lunch box. Potatoes with smeared mayonnaise. On a plate, a serving of bread filled with vegetables and beef is also appetizing for someone like him. Tomato and celery mixed together. Ignore the people around the cafeteria. Chews up to eight times before being swallowed into the throat.
Sheet after sheet, Isaac read. After that, he picked up a book called Master of the Five Magics by Lyndon Hardy. A leading writer of that era. Telling the quest that Alodar carried out forcibly, for the most part, this book is to marry Queen Vendora. She will later restore their family's honor. He continued to touch the Epuni writing. Paddle while feeling the sensation of adventure that Alodar did. Until Isaac's heart skipped a beat. Then chewed back the food he ate without the slightest residue.
The uniform is red with a dominant black and white color. A small cloak on his back, carrying a book containing science in the form of history and mathematics. However, everything he brought was just a compliment.
No one had wanted to sit with Isaac until recently. Starting from his classmates, childhood friends, teachers, and other people who are reluctant to be next to Issac. And the silver-haired man didn't mind that. Focus on reading, reading, and reading. High level of concentration. Ignore the voices of people chattering or just gossiping. Until a big man came with a bucket filled with the sewage water. Then sprinkled Isaac until he was soaking wet. A big man, his four lackeys, and Issac's childhood friend, Maisie Warghman. His expression was smug when he met her face.
Red hair with a white headband, her face was beautiful like a princess who lived in a magnificent palace. Everywhere always with three friends bullies. A wooden stick from the Clus tree. The branches split into two parts. Somehow, he had the wand while living in Megona Village.
On the other hand, Issac gets terrible treatment on the first day of school at Daponia Academy School. During acquaintances in class, Maisie constantly booed whenever Issac met. In fact, even sitting on the top was hit by a classmate's leg. However, Isaac did not retaliate at all for his actions. According to him, the activities of the minority will be quickly suppressed by the people of the majority. And neutral also changed the majority as long as he got acquainted with them.
As a child, when Issac was 10 years old, Maisie refused to express her feelings to Issac. And he screamed in terror and looked at his face full of disgust.
"You want to date me? That's disgusting. There you go, water fleas!"
The silver-haired boy was pelted with stones. Apart from the disgusting look on his face, his eyes were red like a raging demon. Worse, their parents would blame Isaac for offering to help. In the end, he has lashed hundreds of times. It hurts him. Finally, Isaac decided to remain silent without a fight. Thinking that he was reluctant to get into trouble with them again. Until Issac meets Maisie again. Not counting Mogena Village expelling the child as soon as he expressed his feelings for Maisie.
"Kid! You're lucky we kicked you out. If you ever approach my daughter again, watch out! We will put you in stock and call religious leaders to punish you! Stay away from us, you understand?"
Since then, Isaac chose to stay away. Reluctant to get involved with Mogena Village anymore. Once upon a time, a silver-haired youth got a recommendation from a professor named Tristan Carr. He recently held the title of professor since teaching for approximately 20 years. Consider retiring from teaching because the age has reached 55 years. Issac promised not to involve himself in a pointless fight. Even though it actually says otherwise.
The palm of the right hand rubbed it, scratching because of itching all over his body. Maisie took the hand of a handsome and sparkling young man. Seduce Issac with a diamond ring on the right thumb. Indicates that she is engaged to a big man. Short hair combed neatly, along with 4 kungnya. Each of them approached Isaac. Surrounded the silver-haired youth with scornful gazes.
"So this is your childhood friend? How lousy it looks! Oops. It seems I accidentally threw water in your face," the big man sneered.
"Come on, my dear Anton! There's no point in dealing with that damned young man either, right?"
"That is true!" pouted the big man named Anton.
One by one, they nudged Isaac's shoulder hard. Until the sound of bone cracking was heard. However, he did not retaliate at all. His head lowered slowly. Feeling the inner turmoil thrashing around in Issac's body. The fist that had just been clasped lowered as his tongue bled. The palm of his right hand caressed his lips. He is sitting and tidying up his book. Exhale slowly from the mouth and nasal cavity. Not in the mood for lunch. He checked his watch; it was 12:30 in the afternoon. It was time to meet his one-of-a-kind support teacher, Tristan Carr.
Isaac walked forward. Past the students who covered their noses because of the smell. He took out his wand, sucking the sewage water into the stick from the Anore tree. Then throw the rest into the window. Squeeze it until the dirt particles are gone. Then, Isaac lowered his wand. Wet the garden plants outside the school. He casually bent his body and right arm forward. Expresses respect for teachers who pass by. However, they ignored Isaac's existence. Even seemed indifferent to him. A sigh escaped his mouth. Turn left at the Epuni sign with Tristan Carr's name on it. The left palm is tapped three times.
"Come in," said Tristan from inside.
The silver-haired man opened the doorknob. Seeing the room, a lot of chicken feathers flying. And a bunch of fairies is cleaning the dust around him. Isaac looked up into the sky. Pay attention to their activities. One of the fairies in the blue dress flapped its wings rapidly. With his back to Tristan Carr was busy writing something down.
Everywhere, he always carried a bottle filled with food for the fairies. The contents of his diet are in the form of fruits and honey. The food is already in the form of packaging and cuts into several parts. Their stay will be given every time they take a break. Wearing a knitted scarf from his beloved wife. Gray suit and glasses with two lenses on the right eye. His index finger touched the edge of the glasses. The more he pressed it, the more visibility and lenses it produced. In addition, the aura within Tristan's body radiated positive energy around him. In the form of a glimmer of hope for future discoveries derived from the findings of books that were found by teachers and previous researchers. A wide smile appeared on his face. Until Isaac looked at him, confused. The glances of both eyeballs looked up at the silver-haired man. Snorting from his nostrils. Enjoyed every writing he put together.
"You've arrived, Isaac. How was your first day at school?" Tristan asked.
"Fine," he lied.
"There's no need to lie like that. I called you here because I was worried about you. That is it."
"Is that true? Did you ask here about their treatment of me?"
"Don't know. But for sure, I don't want you to have the fate of the students out there. Mocking people in pursuit of the honorable status of the family. Doing everything to get the class champion to get the best graduate predicate by selling yourself. Especially if you're a girl."
Isaac chose silence for a moment. Waiting for Tristan to finish speaking. In terms of appearance, he does not care in terms of hair. If you pay close attention, his dreadlocks and mustache begin to lengthen over time. The skin has started to wrinkle, especially on the face and arms. Besides, Tristan doesn't like shoes. And choose clogs as support for footwear.
"In any case, I won't treat other people in particular. Including you."
"Without you saying, I have understood your message."
"Good…"
Animal hair is placed on the table. Tristan tells the elf in the blue dress to retrieve the file regarding Isaac Garretwards. His fingers licked. Open one by one page that is written and reported. It was then that the counseling guidance between Tristan and Isaac began. Until the bell rings.