Sir, Don't You Sick Me!
The Worst Nightmare (Volume 2): The Resurrection of the Devil
It is a story of encounter, struggle, sacrifice, true love, and the bonds of humanity. In a kingdom called Rosalia, in the middle ages (1063 AD) in the southern hemisphere—Balmatra— lived a king with one prince's son named Mahawira.
Prince Mahawira was betrothed to a princess from the kingdom of the alliance, the Kingdom of Simaseba. However, Mahawira did not accept arranged marriages for political gain. He strongly refused the request of his father, then chose a servant who lived a kara and always accompanied him since the age of 8 years.
Mahawira invites a maid named Cornelia to escape and be chased by palace soldiers during her wedding day with Camelia from Simaseba Palace. The escape eventually leads Cornelia and Mahawira to an inevitable fact. As time passed on the way to the Land of the Wind, Mahawira fell in love with Cornelia and decided to live freely in the Land of the Wind with her.
Cornelia is caught up in the fact that she is an outcast royal princess in the Land of the Wind. He met his father and mother, then learned the darker fact that his uncle—Baltra— had seized the palace and banished his father and mother.
In order to reclaim the kingdom that has been seized by Baltra and save King Rosalia who was kidnapped by Camelia who turned out to be an alliance from Baltra, Baltra, Mahawira deepened his martial arts as well as awakening the incredible power hidden in him.
Cornelia and Mahawira's journey to the Kingdom of Simaseba is full of obstacles. One by one the enemies came, but also one by one the friends who would accompany him adventuring for each purpose grew.
Mahawira and Cornelia are assisted by two princes from the alliance kingdom as well as a man from a village in Simaseba Kingdom.
Their adventure is stalled while trying to save the villagers who are prisoners brought to be executed. Cornelia was unconscious after getting hit by the enemy with the Soul Taker.
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"Cornelia! Cornellias! Wake, Cornelia!"
Shouts filled with emotion echoed along with the sound of crying and tears rushing down from the pair of light blue pupils. Mahawira cried and shouted trying to wake Cornelia—the woman he loved so much.
But nothing can be done. Mahawira does not know how to restore the soul of Cornelia who had been snatched away and thrown into a vacuum by one of Camelia's emissary warriors. Even the swordsman claimed not to know how to return the soul he had thrown into a vacuum.
Not only was Mahawira grieving, but two princes and a man named Aksa were also grieving. Confusion penetrates the head, tears like unstoppable. Mahawira bore a very painful wound. For him, losing Cornelia was a nightmare. Things are the worst bad.
"How ... how can I. .. return you, Cornelia." Many times Mahawira banged his fists on the ground. Free, no one can help him.
Not long after, the clear grains of the bead of the rain also flushed the entire universe of the Kingdom of Simaseba. Rain is the worst gift for a heart that is harboring bad feelings.
"We should take Cornelia to the shade" Kalandra suggested.
Not waiting long, Mahawira lifted the body of the pointy-nosed woman to one of the houses in the settlement. Meanwhile, Birendra and Kalandra freed the captives from chains that shackled their legs and hands.
Aksa had no voice. He is just afraid, talking will only make Mahawira's mind more languish. Therefore, Aksa shut up, locked her mouth, but actually thought of a way to get Cornelia back.
Unfortunately, a kind woman like Cornelia had to end up dying at a young age. Aksa remembered, Cornelia was the one who encouraged herself when she was in a slump.
The body of Cornelia who lay helplessly without the slightest movement was being held tightly by Mahawira.
"I'm sorry, Cornelia. I can't protect you. I can't protect anything, I can't protect anyone. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Only that sentence continued to be spoken Mahawira with a more heartbreaking sob.
Not long after, Kalandra and Birendra came after releasing the captives.
"Sorry, Mahawira. I—"
"SILENCE!" Mahawira snapped, as if not wanting others to interrupt her moment of regret for not being able to protect Cornelia.
"Mahawira, you must be strong. There's gotta be a way to get Cornelia back the way she was. He's still alive. I'm sure he'll realize us, too." Birendra raised her voice.
"Fucking camelia! Those bastards! I'm savage! I'm stupid!"
Mahawira does not seem content to vent his sadness and regret. Everyone he remembered became an outlet, even to himself.
The rain is getting heavier in the universe. Mahawira's crying has stopped and the scars have dried up.
"Kalandra, Birendra, take care of Cornelia."
Without telling her where to go, Mahawira tracks her out of the house. Although the two princes stopped him and asked, it was useless because Mahawira would not answer.
The man without clothes was walking under the storm of rain that was getting sicker from mixing with the wind.
Mahawira came out of that house not without purpose. He felt the presence of someone who was very strong was lurking since some time ago. Sure enough, a woman was lurking behind a tree.
Feeling the gripping aura of the woman, Mahawira was merciless, then grabbed her hair to do a very strong dings.
"Who are you?" Mahawira baritones are heavy. His gaze was empty, but very sharp.
The woman got up by doing the salto, then jumped away from Mahawira, keeping her distance and staying alert.
"Bad!" The woman pulled out a trident, then attacked Mahawira with an emotional boost.
Mahawira did not move from his footing even though the attack came on him. He tangkis trident belongs to the woman so easily, then hit with full power so bounced some distance.
"You're interrupting. Your aura is exactly like Camelia's men. Are you one of them?"
"Unfortunately who .. cares about such nonsense!"
The woman made the jump while directing the trident in a horizontal position. Driven it with full force.
Mahawira grabbed the woman's wrist and was unable to carry out the attack.
"Let go! Release!" The woman is in revolt.
Mahawira took a deep breath, then did a kick up right landed on the woman's stomach to make her thrown up.
After landing back imperfectly, the woman held a stomach that felt sore. The blood came out of his mouth.
As Mahawira was about to strike again, she said, "I can help you restore your beloved's soul!"
The Mahawira movement stopped. His clenched and raised hand, then squeezed and slowly pulled.
"How is it?!"
Woman grinning.
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Vote, yeah.
