Stop It Or Every One Will Hate You!

"Well, I'd like to make something clear to you about the windows here, Mr. Charles. They can't be valuable. Besides, you do know that this room is exclusively for placing discarded objects, right? So that's impossible." Breckson laughed.

"Do you really believe what you say Breckson? What if I don't believe it?" asked Mr. Charles.

"Ah, I'm sure that's impossible, sir. I'm sure you're imagining it. The windows are only twenty centimeters wide. Besides, they don't seem to have a clear function, sir," said Breckson. He laughed again.

"Wait a minute, may I ask you one thing? Why is there only one image shown here? Why are the others so blurry?" asked Freislor, he was weighing something. One thing is for sure, the girl has a high curiosity.

"Ah, about that. I just wanted to show you one in front of you. Never mind, you'd better go home. It's late at night," replied the man with a smile in front of the two. This time, his body color turned blue.

"But-"

"Ah, right. It's late at night. Good night, sir," said Breckson, smiling in front of them. Freislor squinted her eyes at Breckson. She didn't like Breckson's actions to prevent her. The teenager grabbed Freislor's hand and immediately rushed away from there. Along the way, they were both silent. Until finally, Freislor chose to open the conversation first.

"Breckson, you shouldn't have stopped me earlier. We've almost found the answer. I'm sure we can find out a lot if we ask that person, really." said Freislor in an annoyed tone.

"When will you come to your senses, Freislor! What you're looking for isn't real! I've never even heard of rumors that Lord Swerol wants to do evil! Change your perspective, or-"

"Or what? Why did you stop saying it, Breckson?" asked Freislor. She stopped walking. Breckson, who was walking in front of her, suddenly stopped. He turned back and looked at Freislor with an even expression.

"Or everyone will hate you," he replied before he left.

"Breckson, why are you telling me that? Do I look like an idiot? Do you think that I have absolutely no idea what's going on?" asked Freislor with loudly voice. The girl could not contain her anger.

"Come here, let me turn back time so you understand," Breckson replied quickly. He was not at all half-hearted to forcibly pull Freislor's hand. On the count of three, Breckson placed his index finger on Freislor's forehead. The world around them changed. Everything turns gray.

"Open your eyes, see? I'm taking you to the past. Let me be honest, I didn't mean to make you sad or anything. I hope, you can take a lesson from this," said Breckson. The two of them walked past people who were in the year four AD. The period when Freislor first entered his country.

Freislor watched how several of the residents gathered and stared at him with a piercing gaze. They did it because they knew that Freislor and his people were big troublemakers.

There is an old story that says that Freislor's predecessors made a big mistake. They released the cursed magic seal. It caused the circumstances in the past to be dire. Everyone is affected by the presence of evil forces. Some of them are even willing to kill other humans in a cruel way. They do not hesitate to mutilate their victims. Not infrequently the residents prayed that the Freislor and her people could die quickly.

Freislor's predecessors were finally punished. They were hanged in the garden and their head beheaded. After that, all of their bloodlines were ostracized by the population. That also makes them often migrate to form their own settlements.

On that day, young Freislor tried to get permission from the residents of the land of Zavrainz. She did so in order to be allowed to live there. On that day, he did not come alone. Instead, he came with the others.

"Hahaha.. look at that girl, I hate her so much! She doesn't deserve to live with us! Why does she have to be here?"

Breckson and Freislor saw some people mocking her. And it made Freislor speechless. Since those were all her wounds, it was extremely difficult for her to come to terms with such circumstances. Slowly, she removed her hand from Breckson. At the same time, Freislor walked forward and saw several people mocking her.

"No, I beg you, don't make fun of me. I'm asking for help, really. My people and I have nowhere to live. We all don't have a home," said Freislor while hugging one of the residents' legs. The girl cried loudly.

"We'll have to wait for Lord Swerol's decision! I'm sure he'll drive their people out of here! You bastard!" snapped a woman carrying a piece of trash.

Everyone gathered there picked up trash and threw it in Freislor's face. There was stale food, stale drinks, and some chicken shit that those guys threw around.

"Can we go now? That's enough, Breckson! That's my wound! Why do you keep doing it over and over again? You've disappointed me, Breckson!" said Freislor, he looked at Breckson with a sharp look. The teenager standing beside him looked away.

"I told you, didn't I? Can you put your sensitivity aside and understand what I want to show you?" Breckson asked Freislor in a high tone. Breckson is easily provoked by emotions at times like this.

"You really have no sympathy, don't you?" snapped Freislor. The girl is hurt, her tears fall, and she decides to leave the time dimension that brought her to her past.

"Why does she always care about her feelings? What else do I have to show her to wake her up? This is a really tough situation!" shouted Breckson. He closed his eyes for a moment. After that, he exhaled slowly.

After he calmed down, Breckson decided to return to his dimension. There, he did not directly meet Freislor. He tried hard to suppress his emotions.