Odd Eye's
Part 15's. Slave town
... ⁇ OODIE...
Hanaya was led to the center of Vilanc, more precisely the town hall of Vilanc. Perhaps this was the only place that was slightly majestic with large pillars and a plain white building.
The page here is huge. While the decoration filled the courtyard of the house that surrounds the town hall of Vilanc. A soft red carpet in the booth in front of the building. Then the table containing the dishes was between the two carpets.
His father was sitting in the middle, and Xavier was beside him in a similar suit. The clothes of both mingled with the clothes of the people here only Hanaya the only different. In a dull white dress disguised by the sunflower motif on the dress.
People are staring at him. Among them were four little girls. Hanaya was taken to his father's front. Every footing felt trembling because of Xavier's burning gaze. Though the man was not putting on an expression then why was Hanaya nervous? Again he was intimidated.
"As you know. This banquet was held to welcome the daughter of the Lances master. Viviana!" Mr. Poli's voice at the mouth of applause and loud cheers.
Hanaya was flattered for this. After the dinner session, the music was played. While Hanaya was sitting next to his father, Javier was side by side with Mr. Poli. The dance is warm and lively. There's a lot of laughter. Hanaya flinched as the little ones dragged her along.
His laughter broke while mingling with the crowd. Dance together. Together, then pat each other and revolve around the asphalt carved by the official symbol of Utopia, the Sun flanked by two lions.
Hanaya only realized this when walking with the little children earlier all the asphalt in Vilanc filled with paintings. With various objects. Especially sunflowers and grain, as well as the walls of the house carved similarly.
Not long after Xavier, his father and master Poli were dragged into a circle. They dance and laugh. While small children form another circle inside the adult circle. It was a little difficult at first, but this simple movement made him memorize it quickly. Then Hanaya's focus was on Xavier when someone mentioned the man's weakness.
"You're still not very good at dancing, sir." the joke came from Anne who was on Xavier's side. Hanaya himself crossed with the man.
"I'm trying, Anne" right, that's not a trick. Xavier really tried hard to memorize the dance moves. Sometimes his feet are wrong, then sometimes he stumbles on his own feet, when everyone slaps their hands twice he looks down.
The other side of Xavier that Hanaya knew and revealed - besides being good at flower arranging - the man was a bad dancer.
"I'm tired"
Anne laughs. The old woman was still eager to dance "Young people are not as energetic as old people" he licked. Because indeed, now after twenty minutes of dancing range, everyone began to get tired, sitting on the red carpet that was titled while drinking watching the dance that was dominated by parents.
"Aunt Anne was always excited" Hanaya turned her head. Apparently this is the woman who accompanied Anne to find her clothes earlier.
"Aunt Beatrix. That's my name"
"Greetings to ak-k
"I know who you are" interrupted Beatrix.
"Is the party fun?" Hanaya's bright smile rang out as an affirmation, 'Yes' to Beatrix's question.
"Very fun. This is the most festive party for me" festive in the sense of abundant happiness. Not like a stiff debutante party because it is bound by etiquette. Vilanc can be said to be an etiquette-free region. No need for formalities, as long as we respect each other. Perhaps because the majority here were well-off families as well as the area led by the Viscount.
"May I ask?"
"Yes, please."
"This-may be a little offensive to privacy. If aunt doesn't want to answer, that's okay."
"Please tell my son"
Hanaya gulped. Curiosity about this was jittery from earlier, pushing out every look at Anne.
"Did Anne's aunt ever have children?" After investigating from 4 little girls, the house belonged to Anne's aunt, but the four of them had no idea where Anne's aunt's son was.
"She, died. Two weeks after we got here" Hanaya was stunned. Beatrix's eyes and expression depicted deep sorrow.
Two weeks after we got here. Whatdoes thatmean? Did they move to this area? Then because of what? The questions spread. Before he could ask, Beatrix gave a surprising answer.
"We are slaves. All here are slaves including the four little girls."
A slave? That's why these simple clothes and interiors as well as the etiquette-less order came along.
Hanaya stared in horror at the whip wound on Beatrix's arm as her sleeve unfolded. The wound dries out, leaving scars of skin that grow rougher.
Of course, for slaves to be seen as humans is a gift.
"No matter how long, the population here keeps growing. I guess I darted unidirectionally." continued laughing raucously.
"Praduga?"
"Yes, I think your father treated us kindly to grab our hearts, then rule us as he pleased. I also thought we would only be pampered for a moment and then thrown even more cruelly. But Anne was right. Your father is different." A stray of anger shot high, although Hanaya justified it, but his anger could not be prevented.
For the slave who lives in darkness, light is an illusion-like impossibility behind a beautiful dream. Just like his initial assumption about this world. It takes time, trust, and healing wounds to believe in a different life. More beautiful than the terrible life of the past. Or the hell of life.
"You must be angry. I know it. You can hit me." Beatrix's guilt-dominated face was so sincere that it moved Hanaya. On the other hand, he understood the origin of the presumption.
"No. At least I understand," Hanaya's eyes scanned the crowd, these happy faces were people who had felt the hell of the world. Just realized the scars that appear in the closed part.
The word slave was the most terrible thing for Hanaya. The context is not as simple as imagined. Perhaps the exact depiction is of the hell of the world.
"His name is Mariatte" Beatrix's voice breaks Hanaya's concentration on her.
"He is the son of our master. Anne was a victim of abuse, maybe the child would be mine if Anne didn't hide me in the closet every time the man got drunk" a bitter tone full of guilt unsheathed Hanaya's heart, breaking the emotions there.
"He was also a victim of sexual violence and a victim of emotional outbursts, we were always whipped when the man was upset at something. He-he even sold us as slaves s*** his friends" Hanaya choked. Something invisible pierced there.
He knows the real context of the slave, even imagining it. But the reality was much more difficult than he had imagined. Too horrible.
"Anne always replaced me for all that. He had a terrible tear in the stomach, for trying to protect me when our employer wanted to hit me"
"Even Anne gave birth to Mariatte alone. It's been twenty years since the day your father came. The man who later became our light. Before long, young master Xavier came, increasing the number of our protectors. He's funding the orphanage in Vilanc.
"Anne is very strong. If it was me maybe I'd go crazy" who could withstand such torture?
Life without self-esteem, used as an outlet of desire and samsak emotional outlet. Like not a human.
Hanaya would also go crazy if-if she was Anne.
"Anne never even blamed me. The first word he always said to me was that everything would be fine. And continue to be my shield, little girl with no blood ties"
Hanaya. The emotional fluctuations disappeared. Without the blood ties and- and Anne risking one fragile life that will be lost under cruelty at any time for one life to another?
"Then Mariatte was born. It's hard to live under slavery with a hidden baby. But while changing masters, the other slaves were very kind, and helped take care of Mariette. As we grew up, we ran away when we had the chance"
"Did Mariette never know where she was?" You idiot! What a stupid question! No carcass can be stored when the pungent smell is sharp. Whatever secret remains a loophole.
"No. You know that's the answer. Mariette's whereabouts were discovered when she was forcibly employed for 20 years, then tortured constantly. The last moment of torture. It was raining that night but Anne found a gap for us to escape. Furbishing Mariatte's frail body full of lashings we're close to failing if your father doesn't find us and buys us when the lord's man finds us. Mariette died after two weeks here. " Hanaya found it hard to breathe. That cool? Even animals are appreciated.
Throat's burning. It feels dry with just a short description of Beatrix. As long as the reign of the world belongs to him, but who does not have a piece of trash is a lump of garbage, incarnated as the entertainment of the powerful.
"What's her age?"
"This year is forty-one years."
Does that mean Anne was pregnant at a young age? Good Lord! How could a girl as young as that be able to deal with all this kind of trouble?
"That's why I appreciate it so much. Everyone in the village also thought of him as a respectable elder" Yes, as he knew. Anne is the oldest mother or grandmother in Vilanc. Even so his physique was still fit as well as his mind.
Anne was 60 years old while Beatrix was 45 years old with her father.
Life is that terrible. Like two sides of a coin. Behind beauty there are always unexpected surprises. That is how life should be described.
... ⁇ OODIE...
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