Sir, Don't You Sick Me!
A Foul Heart
There were screams of pain from someone's room in a palace. The soldiers who heard the scream went straight to the source. In the spacious room with the dim light of the lantern lights, Prince Ganandra embraced his father with a drenched blood. Swipe after mouth, the blood was sourced from his father's stomach. Ganandra was covered in tears looking at the middle-aged man lying on his back helplessly. From the looks of it, his father had lost his life.
"Y-Your Majesty?! Who did this?!" ask a minister who came with some soldiers and knights.
Ganandra turned her head, looked at the minister with white eyebrows, then began to tell what she saw with a sobbing.
"King of Batra of the Palace of Rosalia. When I was about to meet my father, I .. saw him holding a knife covered in blood. At first, he wanted to kill me, but when Ayahanda shouted, he immediately ran away from the window."
The soldiers and ministers looked towards the window. It was true that the window was open, plus there were some utensils falling from the table beside it.
"I'm sorry servant, Prince. It was obviously our mistake that was too late. We don't even know where His Majesty's killer entered the palace."
Ganandra stood up, then looked at the minister who showed that sad face and regret.
"Now I command you to arrest King Batra! Take him, butcher his soldiers and I'll avenge my father."
With her face still filled with tears, Ganandra's gaze implied a deep hatred. Clearly, blatant killing is a true declaration of war.
All the soldiers and knights were immediately busy preparing weapons and armor, then headed to Rosalia Palace to capture Batra and his soldiers.
In those crucial moments, Kalandra and Birendra had just arrived at the palace. They were surprised to see soldiers flocking out of the palace even wearing armor and complete with weaponry. They did not know what was happening, so they went into the palace and met their brother, Ganandra.
"Ganandra's? W-what is this? Why—"
"Yahanda!"
Kalandra screamed when she saw her father's body drooping lifelessly on the floor. Around it, blood pooled. Birendra widened, then shook his head as a form of disbelief in what he witnessed.
"Yes ... howdy?" lirih Birendra with tears that feed the river. His throat felt faint, his chest in revolt when reality stabbed him.
"A-what ... happened to Ayahanda, Ganandra?" Birendra asked, his gaze empty when he saw his father's stomach was hollow and flowing fresh blood.
Ganandra did not answer. He could not hear Kalandra's growing cries. Kalandra is his brother who is closest to his father.
"Ganandra! What's going on?!" Birendra shouted deafly with sharp glaring eyes.
"Sorry, Prince Birendra. According to Prince Ganandra, it was King Batra who infiltrated the palace, then killed His Majesty the King," explained the minister.
"King ... The bathra? Kingdom ... Rosalia?"
Birendra felt his knees go limp for a moment. He could no longer bear the pain of a feeling present, racing to stab his heart in silence. Birendra was crying loudly as if a new baby came out of the mother's stomach.
Ganandra stepped out of the room, letting her two brothers weep over her father who had met his Lord.
However, there is something strange after Ganandra managed to get out. He took the sword on the throne of his father. While putting it on his back, Ganandra changed his facial water. From mute to a very suspicious sneaky smile.
Riding a horse, Ganandra instead went to the Rosalia Palace, but he visited Simaseba and met Camelia.
Ganandra was greeted with great fanfare by the ministers and knights of Simaseba as well as the king.
"Welcome, Ganandra. Let me guess. If you're here, that means your plan is a great success" Camelia said, showing a wide grin.
"Finally." Camellia smiled back.
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"What are you doing here, Ganandra?" Mahavira asked.
Ganandra laughed softly as she opened the cloak hood, then stretched some parts of her body and neck.
"Don't ask me stupid questions, Mahawira. You certainly know the answer. What am I here for if not to fight you?" Ganandra laughed crisply.
"Oh, so." Mahawira squinted. "It's now clear who exactly slandered my father. It turns out you're the one, Ganandra. I can't believe a guy like you who always thinks positively can be consumed by sedition and deceit of petty women like Camelia."
"Don't say much, Mahawira. You don't know anything about me. You better shut up and fight me."
Mahawira and Ganandra.
"No. Hold still. No hurry. I want you to be aware of what you're doing right now. When Kalandra and Birendra are trying to avenge your father, you're here to help someone as cunning as Camelia. Or maybe you killed your own father" Mahawira said.
Ganandra was back up, even to the point of holding her stomach. Perhaps for him, Mahawira's words were a joke or some kind of stupidity just revealed by a fool.
"If so, why?" Instantly Ganandra's laughter stopped, then Mahawira stared at him with a look.
"What a fucker you are, Ganandra. Your heart is so rotten that you can't think healthily. You killed the father who raised you, took pains to give you love. And you plead without guilt?" Mahawira shook his head as if Ganandra's words were already unacceptable to his common sense.
"Ganandra. Tell me, what made you kill your own father?"
"Mahawira, stop taking care of my life. It's this trait that always makes me hate you. You seem to be a hero to everyone. Always meddling in the affairs of others. Do you want to be a hero in this world, huh?!"
Ganandra took a deep breath. The sword that stuck to his back.
"Well, Mahawira. Tell me, how can a father be fair to give affection to his children? Ah, I forgot. Batra only had one child, so she didn't have to bother to share her affection." Ganandra. Mahawira saw a sadness and disappointment that Ganandra had so long harbored.
"I don't like having a sister. Those two snot boys took everything from me. Since their presence, my father has forgotten my presence. He no longer cares about anything I do. When I became a naughty man who aimed to attract his attention, he remained unconcerned and let me be complacent with living behind the darkness."
Mahawira gasped as he seemed to see a flash of light from a drop of falling tears drenching the ground.
"You don't know what it's like, do you? You don't know what envy feels like in my chest it's been blooming for a long time, smelling foul and blinding my heart like you said."
"Ganandra! Surrender. Tell everything honestly to Kalandra and Birendra. I'm not gonna kill you here."
Ganandra lifted her face, then grinned back.
"I want you to fight me, Mahawira!"
Camelia watched as the two childhood friends would soon kill each other.
"Two fools will fight. One of them will die. Whoever lives will be my husband."
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