Legend of the Moon Crystal

Chapter 118 "The Prisoner of War Who Became a Dancer "

“Ya-Your Majesty?!” Lova was stunned, dumbfounded for a while before she flinched. He knelt down and bowed his body while exclaiming, “Please forgive me the valiance of the servant, Your Majesty! This lowly one deserves punishment!”

A pair of sturdy hands led him to re-establish his body. His face was pale looking straight down, not daring to look directly at the face of Christopher who still dropped his gaze on the face of the dancer girl. “Sit well.”

Lova immediately said, “Ba-How could I dare to disturb His Majesty. I'll be leaving Your Majesty soon!”

Christopher held Lova's arm about to stand up and pulled her to sit next to him, as before. “Sit down, accompany me.”

Seeing Christopher's undeniable gaze, Lova swallowed back her repulsion words and stiffly sat herself down beside Christopher. For a moment, he recalled that King Vlover's robe was still stuck on his back. “Your Majesty, robe an-“

“Just use.” Again, Lova swallowed her sentence in a mute. With stories from friends and even strangers about the atrocities of King Vlover, Lova dared not do anything. As long as he obeyed this man beside him, he should be fine. At the very least, he had to be careful that even the sound of his breathing did not offend Christopher.

“How long have you been dancing?” The question broke the silence that had been going on for quite some time. Getting such a first question, Lova reacted immediately before she could even think. “Have been since childhood Your Majesty. My parents were dancers, and I followed them.”

Christopher again asked, “Your parents are also dancers?”

Lova nodded her head, “Yes, Your Majesty. My parents were great dancers. They can even dance in the snow or under the hot summer sun. Their every move is beautiful and when you watch it, you can-“ His voice pauses and disappears. Lova bent her lips with her right hand and sweat slid from her temple. Cursed is his bad habit that will speak incessantly if it is related to his parents.

“You seek your own death, Lova.. You seek your own death.” His mind is full of tears.

“Continue.” Christopher's voice made Lova gulp her saliva rough and stare at the pair of green beads that were staring at him with sharp glances. Lova's hair stood up, either because of the cold or because of Christopher's strong sense of oppression.

With a heavy heart Lova returned to telling stories, now starting from her life. “Before, I lived in Mirocue, Elfo Kingdom together with my family. Since the early generations, my family has expertise in the field of art, especially dance. So we are hereditary into a family of dancers.”

Lova is not sure if Christopher is still listening or even caring, but if he has spoken, Lova feels it is okay to express her feelings once. After all, the man next to him would definitely think of him as a strange person who continuously blurted out strange and unimportant things.

“Then, when I was 15 years old, the war between Elfo and Lumiere occurred over the outbreak of political conflict that occurred. After the war, in addition to many casualties, many young people in the Elfo kingdom were captured and enslaved from those who were prisoners of war before. Some were forced into concubines, some were forced into assassinations, some were sold into servitude and more.”

Maybe after this he will be dragged by the guards of the underground prison, because a slave prisoner of war dare to sit and babble beside the King who is famous for being very cruel. Hmm, is the prison fed three times a day?

Christopher's voice sounded, “You're a prisoner of war?”

“Ya Your Highness,” Ogre Lova.

Christopher looked at Lova's face from the side. A pair of beads of peaches drooping down in anguish, with a grim smile and filled with loneliness and alienation in a country he knows nothing about. The Battle of Elfo and Lumiere became quite a war a few years ago, and Lumiere was able to bring down the Elfo kingdom. But now, the leader of the Elfo kingdom has received help from the Queen of Myoke Kingdom because of the return of the debt of life and managed to re-establish his kingdom. Although it was not enough to be like his previous kingdom, the Elfo Kingdom had become a peaceful kingdom and was strong enough to protect itself from the threat of other kingdoms. But not all prisoners of war returned.

Just as he was about to open his lips, a voice sounded in his hearing. “Lova! Hurry in, madam is looking for you and you should face her immediately!”

Cecana didn't even bother to see Lova's place. He lifted a basket of laundry and stepped into the well to wash and never turned around. Lova looked towards the Palace and looked at her fingers that were linked together. Afraid to say to Christopher, but on the other hand afraid of being punished for being late to see the maidservant.

“Go.” Christopher said that Lova felt a sense of relief in her heart, and could not help but think that in fact Christopher was very sensitive and not too scary.

“Thank you very much for the generosity Your Majesty is willing to listen to my story.” He said as he took off his robe and bowed. He was about to give up his robe, before thinking of something and moving to put the robe on the King's solid back.

“You must also take care of Your Majesty's health. I excuse.” Say it with a smile before bowing and turning around.

The gaze of the pair of green beads was fixed on him, until his figure disappeared. A faint smile was created, on the handsome face of the Tyrant King who was famous for his cruelty. “Actually, I just want to say that the dance is very beautiful. Equally beautiful.”

Yogurt, LX