Sir, Don't You Sick Me!

Revenge of the Past

Lord Mahawira! Be aware!

A few seconds ago, Mahawira lost consciousness. Therefore, he became so caught off guard when facing an attack from Ganandra. Without him noticing, the long-haired man tied up in a pussy style had been behind him. Mahawira flinched, but quickly dispelled the slash of Ganandra which could perpendicularly split his head, fortunately only.

"Well, I'm impressed that you were able to fend off the deadly attack from my Consciousness Stopper, Mahawira." Ganandra pressed his sword which was clashing with Mahawira's.

Meanwhile, what makes Mahawira surprised is the voice he heard some time ago. No doubt that voice was Cornelia. However, as far as Mahawira knew, Cornelia was lying helplessly without being able to do anything. So, if you think Cornelia came to this palace, it's very unlikely.

The master! From above!

Again the sound was captured by Mahawira's ear so that it made him regain consciousness, then look up while positioning the sword vertically. Naturally, it was thanks to a voice that came out of nowhere, making him reflexively able to fend off the attacks of Ganandra coming from overhead.

Because it was successfully repelled again by Mahawira, Ganandra moved away while stabilizing his breath. Sweat that flows on the forehead and neck.

"Damn. How do you know I'm gonna attack from above as long as I make you lose consciousness in a moment."

Despite asking such questions, Mahawira did not know the answer. He was still thinking about it; a familiar voice.

The feeling of uncertainty and confusion that culminated made Mahawira unfocused with his fight with Ganandra. Many times Ganandra said something, but Mahawira's gaze was blank. His mind was filled with many confusing questions.

The cornelia? Is that really you? Where are you really? If it's you, show yourself to me. Cornelia, Cornelias!

A long chain wrapped around Mahawira's neck until it was immediately realized that Ganandra had managed to corner him. Mahawira's breathing is not good. He repeatedly tried to release the chain around his neck. I often try to cut the chain. However, Ganandra every second added tightly to the gripping chain.

"Now, you won't be able to get away, Mahawira. You won't be able to fight. Can't do anything." Ganandra laughed loosely as she pulled the chain to bring Mahawira's body closer to her.

"Sia ... and ...." Mahawira began to feel his blood flow would burst due to breath that could not be disposed of normally.

Not only that, but the man's hand also squeezed. Until some time later, the sword was released from Mahawira's hand. He focused on using his hands to loosen the chains that tied his neck. Quickly Ganandra pulled the chain again until it made Mahawira lying down.

Both of his legs felt limp, Mahawira almost lost consciousness completely.

My master. You can definitely face Lord Ganandra.

The voice came back to Mahawira. This time it was much clearer than before. That is why Mahawira is able to maintain consciousness even though his breath is not stopped or exhaled smoothly. In fact, his heart rate has also increased rapidly. Tiredness approached him to make him close his eyes.

Ganandra was still laughing and happy to play around. Of course, he had a new toy, a chain and a Mahawira.

"Hey, hey! What's wrong with you, Mahawira?! You said you'd make me regret what I did. It seems you're in trouble now."

Ganandra wagged the chain upwards with great energy so that the body of Mahawira was slammed hard enough.

"Ganan .. dra .... Motherfucker!"

With his hands firmly in his head, his eyes sharpen—much sharper.

"You ... will feel ... as a result—"

Ganandra immediately pulled the chain so strongly that it made Mahawira limp helpless. Silent.

Mahawira lost consciousness. At least that's what Ganandra thought.

Not quite sure, Ganandra again pulled the chain harder.

"Oh, it's true. Next the last attack, Mahawira."

After sighing as deeply as possible, Ganandra released the chain while approaching Mahawira who was lying down without any movement.

The sword that hangs on your back. "So, just get here your fight, Mahawira? I thought you were strong enough to defeat me" Ganandra said, staring at Mahawira.

Camelia who stood on the steps never expected that Ganandra would be able to defeat Mahawira in an instant. Even so, he did not feel sad in the slightest. That's enough to prove Camelia's true heart.

It seemed that he did not love Mahawira in the least. There was something else he was looking for from the man. Yet, I don't know.

"Ganandra! Quick, finish him off before he regains consciousness!" scream Camelia.

"You don't have to rule me, Camelia! I'll definitely kill him!" reply Ganandra.

Ganandra had not raised her sword yet. A shadow of four young boys was present in his mind.

"Damn it! Why did this shadow suddenly come! Go!" Ganandra shouted while closing both eyes.

Apparently, the shadow was a flashback of Ganandra—'s bond of good times as a child—along with his two younger siblings and Mahawira. The memories were present without Ganandra's will; flashbacks as they spent time playing around the palace, then promised each other to continue to bond with their relationship.

However, when Mahawira has a personal servant who always accompanies him, that is the beginning of the breakdown of their bond.

"Nothing I should regret. Everyone who is with me is always taken away by others. I'm not as lucky as anyone else. Even you, Mahawira. That ugly girl has also taken you from me. He manipulates your mind and you prefer him over our friendship. It's pathetic."

Ganandra moves her sword, attaching her taper to Mahawira's neck.

"My mom, my dad, my two sisters, and lastly you. Everyone left me in a loneliness. In the end, I lived in solitude with no one. I fought hard, defending my life when that old jackass finally kicked me out of the palace. He defends the damn Kalandra more, he loves the damn Birendra more. And I .., and I left him in a pitch-black world."

Realizing Ganandra's state of feeling being shaken, Camelia again affected her mind.

"Ganandra! What are you waiting for! Kill her! The world is cruel, Ganandra! Even Mahawira hasn't considered you a friend in a long time!"

Camelia is talented to be the one who triggers conflict. In an instant, he was able to brainwash Ganandra, making the man grow angry, engulfed in anger from his past memories.

"Whisper you, Camelia. I will definitely kill Mahawira with my own hands. After that, I will kill the two snot boys who are always defended and loved by the old man who has burned in hell. Then, lastly I'll kill that ugly girl. Everything ... everything. I will become the ruler and restore whatever they have taken from me."

With anger mounting, Ganandra raised her sword high. While looking at the reclining Mahawira, he grinned.

Meanwhile, Camelia impatiently wants to quickly see Mahawira's body lose its life by her own childhood friend.

It seems Ganandra is indeed much more suited to be my husband. He is strong and soon can defeat Mahawira, the inner Camelia.

A thick red liquid sprayed, pooled on the surface of the ground.

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