Zeeta and the Wizarding World
The beginning of everything 1
As Hilma and Leon looked at Tellaura's smile differently than usual, Clarissa called out. “Come everything! Lunch is ready!”
“Well, come!” take Tellaura, “empty stomachs won't make us think clearly! I remind you, if Risa's cuisine is the most delicious in the world!”
Leon smiled slightly, then responded with, “If you're so proud of him, then it's worth enjoying. Come, Hilma.”
Hilma smiled too. After one nod he replied, “Good, Your Highness.”
After moving to the next room, Clarissa has served four beef stew and an orange yellow drink.
“A-what is this..?” Hilma wondered with drool dripping out of her mouth. “This looks so delicious once!”
With her smug smile, Clarissa replied, “The name is beef stew! For the day mothers teach me the recipe!”
“Woah... Is that true, Risa?” Tellaura was happy to hear that. “What is renjie?” he pointed to his drink.
“Uhm. As usual.”
“Renjie?!” Leon's shocked. “This drink?”
“What, Leon? You already know renjie from your parents?”
“Y-yeah.. When Hilma drove you to the inn, my mother told me. It was so sweet and fresh...! I didn't think such a fruit was the result of your magic, Laura.”
“I just created a tree that we can pick ourselves. I can't believe there are many people who fit the taste. But .. hehe, thank goodness you like it. Yes, ‘kan, Risa?”
“Uhm!” Clarissa nodded along with her smile.
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[Twenty minutes later.].
“Pwaahhh~” Tellaura shows her satisfied face. “Very delicious! Thanks for the food, Risa! My stomach is full today!” he also patted her protruding stomach.
“Sister! You are being disrespectful in front of the Prince!
“But if you are happy, I am happy too. Hehehe.”
“Sial!” Hilma slammed her desk. He looked up, as if horrified at something.
“A-what's up, Hilma?!” ask the confused Leon.
“This is so much more delicious than all the dishes I've cooked for you! The meat is soft, the sauce is delicious, also a balanced vegetable.... I have to hone my skills again!”
“I can teach you anytime, you know," Clarissa said.
“Eh?” Hilma stared blankly at Clarissa. “Be-really?!”
“Sure!”
“Ka-then please teach me!”
“Baii~k..!”
A wide, happy smile was clearly displayed on those sitting close together. Moments later, one of them, Tellaura, had a serious face. “Now, after everything is full, I need to tell Leon a last important lesson for today.”
“What is it..?” ask Leon.
Tellaura looked at Hilma. Hilma who seemed to understand if she gave the code, finally nodded.
“It's about us,” connect Tellaura, “about me, Risa, and Hilma.”
“Hilma...? What does this have to do with you guys? Didn't you guys just meet?”
“Well, that's what you hear later. You too, my sister. This guy should know everything that happened and you'll know what happened to you ten years ago.”
“Ba-alright...,” replied the nervous Clarissa. "The story that had been closed tightly by Brother ... finally opened in front of the Prince...?"
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After the horse-drawn carriage by Tellaura and Clarissa's father exploded, killing both of them, the brothers crashed into the arms of their mother. The mother who clutched her children was thrown in a different direction from the father.
“Prince Olav! One of them is alive!” exclaimed a fully-excited warrior, reporting it to a short, fat, middle-aged man, and already barely losing his dark blonde hair.
“What are you waiting for again?!” snapped the Prince, “immediately take him to my private custody!”
“Ha?!” This middle-aged prince was not happy to hear it. “You dare to challenge me? Did you forget your family was risking their lives for you?!”
“Ba.. well, Your Majesty.... I'll do it soon.” Despite the weight of the heart, the Soldier could not do much. Fighting cannot.
Meanwhile from a distance, there was someone who was dressed shabbily and many tattered marks that had been sewn with different cloths, blemished, tattered, hooking the bandana from the top of her brown hair to the bottom of her chin to protect her from sunburn, a dull, dark-spotted face around the nose. She was a woman who was at the end of her two or so beaks.
The woman carried a small basket on her back. He was collecting mushrooms and other herbs, which already filled a quarter of his basket. At that moment, he heard an explosion from his carriage.
He peeked out from one of the trees that surrounded the streets. However, as if not surprised, he just stared in silence the poor family in front of him. He also did not want to get involved with the man who was older than him. No, even getting involved is impossible. That person would definitely kill her immediately because of seeing her appearance like this and was completely far from being beautiful.
Until the royal entourage actually left on horseback, he finally approached what he suspected to be a child. And sure enough, even though he was very gloomy to see the condition of the old man who held him tightly, inevitably, because he saw the red-haired boy breathing so slowly that he tricked the soldier's eyes, he decided to take him to— and put him in a basket containing the herbs.
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The young woman took her to her small, dilapidated residence, which was on the outskirts of the royal capital. Although it was called a capital city, its outskirts and center were like two regions that were in different demensions. Very different in conditions.
Although surrounded by forests and should cause good reciprocity, unfortunately Flare is not like that. Pollution is everywhere, the surrounding trees are dead, the water is polluted. The blue sky that is worth seeing, not for its people. Orange yellow is a reasonable color.
Such was the condition of the kingdom of Flare, but the most striking of the kingdom, was his palace
which resembles a magic wand shaped tower. It looked majestic and the most sturdy of all parts of his kingdom.
“Hilma, I'm home. Where are you?!” scream the Woman, who then locked the door and closed the window tightly.
When the Woman did not hear the answer from the child, she thought, “Maybe still work. The boy .. when I told you to let me take care of everything....
“Now...”.
The woman took off the cloth on her head, then took some more cloth and placed it on the floor of—including the bandana from her head. He then put the red-haired girl—Tellaura— on top of her pile of cloth and checked her pulse first.
“Good. He's alive,” he murmured. He hurried to get a jar from a nearby drawer. Everything is powder. Some are red, blue, and green.
The first thing the woman did was to clean the wound Tellaura with warm water that had been mixed with blue powder—because a lot of soil that dirtied her, as well as black stains due to her mother's embrace. After the boy was clean, he took another layer of cloth, tore it into small pieces, sprinkled green powder on the wounds he received, then tied it with the cloth he had torn before. Then lastly, he poured a teaspoon of red powder on a bowl filled with water and compressed it.
A few moments later, a child with the same hair as the Woman came home. He knocked on the locked door. “Mother? It's me!”
“Please wait,” Reply to The Woman.
After the child entered, he found a red-haired girl wrapped in a lot of cloth with patches of green color. The child's body also looked flushed due to the cloth attached to his forehead.
“Who is he ... Mother...?
“Hahh...?!” The boy gasped. “Ja-don't-don't... I'm no longer useful to Mom.... so I'll be digan—?!”
“What are you talking about?!” hatch the Woman, pinch her son's cheek. “Which Mom probably did!
“She's defected. Coincidentally I saw her.”
“Hmmm Hilma looked from head to toe at Tellaura. “Great also he is still alive after all these injuries. Anyone would die.
“But, if there are already medicines from Mom, surely she will be safe!”
Hilma showed a five-finger smile.
“Hehe.” The Woman sniggered. “Thank you. But whether or not the child survives depends on himself. The metabolism of each person is affected by his own thoughts. If the child has given up on his life, then all the medicines of the mother will be free.”
Hilma looked at Tellaura for a moment. “He will be fine.”
“Why can you be sure?”
“Hehe, experience and instinct?”
The woman smiled, then said, “Remember always these words of mine, Son. We live in a cruel world. If we don't become cruel, we won't survive. But that happens to other people too. They will also do cruel things to us, even if the reason is for fun. Such is our kingdom—kingdom Flare.
“So, even though the hand was covered with as much blood as you once did, always keep this in mind, Hilma.
“Protect.
“Always make that ‘protect’ the reason you do this all. Because if not ... someday ... you could lose yourself.”
“U-uhm .. I understand...”.