The Wind

"Why did you hit Dzkarda the best minister, and smash through his fire fence? Huh!"

Mattias' half-brother was constantly criticizing him. Lapetus, Fiorenzo, Sama'el, and Allyson were constantly cursing him. Stupid. Hestia and Tybalt pitied their brother, but they were both too terrified to fight back, although they felt the same way when they witnessed those people burning. King Michael's children were now gathered in one room, waiting for the carriage to be prepared for their journey back to Dzkarda.

"Stupid!" Lapetus pointed to Mattias' face, who had remained silent throughout. "What exactly do you mean by removing our minister's fire barrier? You trampled on his face until the bridge of his nose was broken."

"They shouldn't have been burned that way."

Allyson glanced at Mattias in surprise when she heard that. The nineteen-year-old girl approached Mattias. "They had earned it! Have you not noticed? Lapetus was completely neglected! They bravely lifted their three fingers in the air. I don't think I need to explain what the three-finger symbol means to you anymore, do I?"

Fiorenzo stood in the corner of the room, admiring Mattias' anguish. "Many individuals will report your actions to Father after that. And... you, dear Mattias, will be punished."

Mattias remarked, refusing to look at Fiorenzo, "I'm used to being punished." Then, "Isn't that how it always is? Circumstances have forced me, Hestia, and Tybalt to suffer. We're not like you; we're the offspring of your father's concubine, who happens to be our father. However, I do not believe that punishment is necessarily a terrible thing."

"Ohhhhhhhh! Do you like to test yourself?" Smirking, Sama'el said. "Mattias, you're going to get severely punished. Isn't that something you're aware of? Queen Arinda child's here, child's favorite."

Tybalt could no longer take it and rose from his seat. "How much longer do we want to battle this way? We will always be brothers, no matter what. The blood of King Michael runs through our veins."

"However, the queen's blood does not flow through your veins." Fiorenzo continued. "We are distinct. Little one, don't compare us to you."

"The blood difference shouldn't be a major concern if you—if we want to step up and become Dzkarda's progress," Hestia stated after a long silence.

"No," Sama'el answered. "When Lapetus becomes king, Dzkarda will advance and become stronger, and you will no longer be needed in the palace."

When an elderly guy in a crimson robe entered the tent, the debate came to a halt. Fedyor's gaze was drawn to Mattias almost instantly. One of the Merapi already knew what had happened without asking. He took a position in the room's center, among the king's sons and daughters.

"Get ready. In a minute, the carriage will be ready. In a few minutes, we'll be back in the palace."

Fedoyor moved away after a few sentences. Mattias followed his bodyguard as well. Until Fedyor got out of the tent and was exposed to the sun outside. Mattias moaned quietly when he smelled the fire on the ground. He also requested the man to tell him to come to a halt.

"I, Your Majesty," says the Fedyor.

Mattias made his way closer to the bodyguard. "Fedyor. Do you understand my emotions? Or Do you have the same feelings as my brother?"

Fedyor remained mute, recognizing Mattias' meaning. He recognized that now was not the time to pick aside. "Prince, what exactly do you mean?"

"Did I let you down after I saved the last of the Doli people?"

Mattias gave Fedyor a melancholy look. Despite his dislike for Fedyor at times, he valued the soldier's assistance and advice. Fedyor's suggestion made him more conscious of the situation and absorbed in it. Fedyor's words were even more profound than his father's instruction. Because the king's ambition and avarice were evident when he offered advice. Only Fedyor did not put Mattias in a corner under any circumstances. He had never referred to Mattias as the "Sleeping Prince" although the servants, soldiers, and everyone else who worked in the palace did.

Fedyor inhaled deeply before patting Mattias on the shoulder. "I can't support anyone in this situation. Everyone, even you and your brother, has a purpose for doing something. I just wanted to say something to you, Prince..."

"Fight for what you believe is right and what you believe you are entitled to. Do not hesitate to be a powerful prince. My little prince, I am constantly by your side."

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Following the departure of the chariot carrying the king's sons and daughters to return to Dzkarda, a new horse carriage from Dzkarda arrived a few minutes later in Doli. Two Merapi exited the carriage and roughly dragged a girl with her arms wrapped around her back. The girl emerged with an unkempt appearance.

In numerous spots, his white garments were ripped and dirty. Her hair was unkempt and unkempt. Because he never combed his hair, some of it had turned into dreadlocks. Her face was funny and covered in black. She was carried to a desert place, a previous association, and the Doli people's execution.

When she observed the numerous scattered ashes, some of which were flying in the breeze, the girl's eyes opened. The girl was terrified by the strewn bones. He returned her gaze to a stage adorned with seven thrones. Several Merapi stood vigil there, in a tent, on a platform, and all over the land. Ashes were strewn everywhere.

While looking at the ashes and scattered bones, the girl thought to herself. "Poor Doli."

"Bitch, we didn't bring you here to hang out!" A Merapi pushed the woman from behind, almost knocking her down. "Clean up those traitors' useless gray!"

Not comprehending, the woman frowned with her hands bound behind her back. "Can you tell me what you want me to do?"

"Stupid!" The man's head cocked. "Blow the dust away with the strength of your wind! Orders from Prince Lapetus!"

For a brief while, the woman was silent, contemplating Merapi's comments. Her mind began to scream with delight.

"I can't."

The Merapi was incensed. He intended to strike the woman. "You-"

"How can I conjure the wind with my hands bound to like this?" the girl interjected.

The two Merapi exchanged glances.

"Bitch, don't attempt to trick us."

The girl rolled her eyes, attempting to play the part as well as she could. "With the winds restrained like this, what do you expect? Are you hoping for a strong wind to clear the dust away? You are mistaken, old man."

"So we'll have to untangle you? Hahahhaha!" The two gentlemen exchanged a laugh. "We've been serving the palace for decades and have seen a variety of escape attempts. We're done with your low-cost methods."

The girl returned the laugh. "That's all right. Because the reality is, if my hands are behind me like this, I won't be able to conjure the wind. Furthermore, even if I intended to flee, I will be unable to do it. Take a look at how many of you there are, not to mention your firepower."

"It's all up to you. Aren't you the ones who your prince punishes for failing to follow orders?" The girl said.

The two Merapis exchanged another glance. That is also true if you think about it. She wouldn't be able to flee even if she wanted to. There are far too many Merapi here.

"Simply let it go! Instead of being punished, you two!" On the stage, one of the Merapi shouted. "She can't get away from all of us!"

Finally, the two Merapi nodded in accord, oblivious to the girl's grin. The young girl exhaled in relief as the shackles were finally removed from her hands, releasing the burden that had been tormenting her. As a result of the shackles, she noticed red blotches on his hands.

"Do it right now," the man said.

"Do you mind if I go a few steps forward to call the wind?" The two men nodded in response to the woman's question.

The woman moved forward a few steps. He then spread her arms out in front of her, summoning the wind to give her complete control. The wind starts to blow and swirl there right away. All Merapi's gaze was drawn to the unkempt girl, whose black hair was being blown away. The girl spun her hands to make the wind follow her when the wind had gathered.

When she saw all the ashes rolled up in the breeze she had made, she grinned. She gripped her hands even tighter, causing the wind to whirl so violently that it became a whirlwind of black hue, darkened by the gray person inside. The bones from the ashes were retrieved because she was so quick.

"Let me show you how the wind clan's power that hasn't been used in a long time is..." She chuckled slyly behind his front-facing face.

"How do you plan on using this gray?" The girl turned around and inquired.

"The key thing is not to scatter," says the man.

When she heard those words, the girl grinned. That she has been granted permission. "Then is it okay if I hurl the black powder at you?" The girl asked, taking a deep breath and looking up.

Hearing this, some Merapi raised their eyes wide. They all spewed flames from his palms at the same time. But it was too late—the girl had already flung a whirlwind of ash and human bones at the troops before they could fire.

The fire clan was instantly shattered by the wind. The stage gave way, causing several Merapi to be injured. Innocent people's gray bodies leak out their apertures. Entering the eyes causes stinging and makes it difficult to see properly, entering the nose causes congestion, and entering the mouth causes nausea.

The lady grinned. He stated before running, "You're making a mistake by playing with winds that haven't used their abilities in a long time. I am, Savannah Kerch. And I'm from Darut that you have changed...."