Love Swordsman

Chronology of the incident when Kiara was poisoned

After a few days, Kiara tried to endure the pain in her body.

Kiara tells Hansa to meet her in the park. He sat with his hands waiting for Hansa to arrive.

It didn't take long, Hansa came and immediately sat down on the opposite seat. He looked at Kiara's face preparing to hear what the girl was about to say.

Actually, if to just talk to Hansa he still feels awkward and nervous considering the incident the other day. The day Hansa rejected her declaration of love.

Even though Hansa did not say a word of refusal, but he also did not reply to Kiara's love statement at that time. It was the same as refusing according to Kiara.

Kiara poured tea into her two cups and Hansa. "Please." He opens with pleasantries.

After sipping a few sips of warm tea in her cup, Hansa put the cup on the table and looked back at Kiara. "If we want something to talk about, we can meet outside. Eating at home for example." Hansa's advice is not good if you continue to talk too formally like that.

"This time it was very serious. No one can hear it." Kiara. He placed the cup on the table before opening a serious conversation.

"I've known all the things about why I got poisoned and ended up in a coma." Kiara started to have a serious conversation.

Hansa was listening more carefully without wanting to cut first. "Black robes are the culprit." Kiara advanced her body with a voice almost like a whisper. It was as if neither the wind nor the trees could hear his story.

"You mean he poisoned you?" Hansa asked Kiara's intentions. Kiara nodded quickly.

"He who thrust a poisoned sword into my chest and surely he also carried me in the chariot." Kiara.

Hansa was silent for a moment. "I'm still confused. Why did you come out of the Court at that time?" hansa asked curiously about what was on Kiara's mind at the time.

Kiara tapped her fingers on the table and looked back at Hansa. "So there was a letter sent by someone on behalf of the fourth brother." He paused his speech for a moment. Give Hansa time to digest every sentence of his story.

"I know that the one who sent the letter wasn't the fourth brother." Kiara again.

"Oh yeah, I still have the letter. Here it is." Kiara handed him a piece of paper that some time ago had reached her hand. Just before the fight between himself and the black robe.

Hansa examined the contents of the letter. He read in the corner on the letter. "Letter from the fourth brother." His reading.

'Meet me in the moss forest.'

Hansa looked up the contents of the short letter. "When viewed, the contents of this letter convey a clear meaning and nothing suspicious. How do you know this letter is fake?" ask Hansa.

"Is it possible because you've memorized your fourth brother's handwriting?" guess it.

Kiara shakes. "Not just because of that." Legally. Hansa frowned. "Then because of what?" the question is getting curious.

"Just simple. When I first opened the letter, I hadn't even read it. But I knew right away that the letter wasn't from my fourth brother." Kiara.

"Before that incident, the fourth brother had indeed sent me a letter once. Yeah, just once to keep his identity."

"What makes me suspicious is that in the letter, it listed the identity of the fourth brother."

"While the fourth brother never listed his identity in the letter."

"Then how do you know the letter sent by him if he never listed his identity? it can't be just from the writing, right? writing can be imitated." cut Hansa.

"That also made me know that this letter was not from my fourth brother. Alias fake letter." The answer.

"Because when sending a letter, fourth brother always uses a secret language that only I understand. He never wrote a letter with such clear sentences. He did so that his letter would not be easily taken advantage of by enemies who wanted to trap him." Obviously at length.

Hansa nodded in understanding. However, he looked back at Kiara like there were other things he had not understood.

"So you said, a few days before the fake letter was sent to you, Mr Sima had sent you a letter once?" Hansa repeated Kiara's statement which immediately nodded.

"Did Mr Sima know you were in the Court Office?" ask Hansa.

"Not yet." Answer Kiara. Again Hansa frowned. "Then how can he send a letter to the right address? what pigeon did he use to send that magical letter?"

Kiara smiled understandingly. He knows Hansa has yet to figure out the magical living device the Fayes sisters are wearing.

"He wears the magical pigeon of the late Master." Kiara told me something that confused Hansa.

"The late Master had one magic pigeon. It's the pigeon we always use to communicate over long distances. A truly magical pigeon. He even knew the address of the letter to go to." Kiara again.

"Then why not use the pigeon as a guide? Mister Sima could use that to search for your whereabouts back then? when he sends you a letter, he can follow the pigeon's path." Hansa's Advice.

Kiara shakes. "That pigeon is our secret pet. We can't wear it carelessly. Afraid the enemy will find out about the pigeons. If you want to be used to designate the mailing address, you must be very careful. But, we no one dared to risk luring the enemy."

Hansa understands. He saw the sky that was almost dark. "Thank you for believing to tell me everything." He stood up from his chair.

"But I still have other work. I say goodbye first. Anytime if you want to report something, just call me. I'll help you as I can." He stepped away to do another task.

Kiara was relieved to be able to tell the contents of her mind and heart to someone. Like a burden lifted off his shoulders. What else is Hansa.

He has not intended to tell the incident to Rubby or Sima for fear that his two brothers will explode and directly attack the enemy who caused him to be exposed to poison.

Kiara had to think of her own way without having to directly attack the enemy blatantly.

He turned around to rest because the sky was getting dark. However, his steps stopped for a moment. He continued walking by limping holding his chest which was in sudden pain.