The Memory Of Heavenly Hymn
3. Flashback: On Demand and Survival
The shrieking sounds of people filled the scene of the burglary charge, the expression of the black-robed little boy suddenly appearing as a defender, let alone firmly accusing the person in possession of the power was shocking.
“Obviously my handkerchief is inside her bag, that's real proof!” the burly man shouted.
The boy lowered his hand, then walked towards the soldier carrying the bag of the accused. His hand looked up, showing the coin to the gunman, “Master, please breathe this coin,” his request which was then supported.
“Aroma fruit yuzu,” said the soldier.
“Hirup also sweep his hands, and bag it.”
“Yuzu fruit too, this bag also vaguely has the same smell.”
“Hey, what are you doing, son? You want to prove what?” the voice of the noble man suddenly replied.
Brave boys just sniff the shoulder, then take the soldier to the accused man, “Master, please kiss Uncle.”'s hand as well
“Coal.”
The little boy raised the head that he had hidden from the beginning, displaying his dark red eyes to make the man before him choked, “Master, Warrior, his handkerchief looks clean even though his fingers are dirty because of coal,” he explained, then back down his head, and turned towards the person who had accused, he said, ”if he picks it up there must be a stain on the handkerchief.”
Not yet finished he spoke, the boy confidently pointed towards the noble hand while saying, “Jit is precisely your hand that has stains, Uncle's bag also smells exactly the same as yours, You, Signore. Right, ‘kan, Mr Warrior?”
The soldier who was still stunned to see the eye bead was surprised when he was called, “utah.”
“So?” there is a tone of emphasis in his question.
“Master is at fault,” replied the soldier as he glanced at the black cloth wearer who was vaguely seen to have formed a faint smile.
The circumstances had been changed by the boy who was reluctant to display apparently making everyone present there call out praise for his thoroughness, he said, also distrust about his ability to solve problems that could have cost the defendant his life for dealing with the powerful. Now the center of attention is not on him, but turned to slanderers who began to doubt his nobility.
A very useful transition for him immediately left after interfering, before the situation subsided, then turned to corner him because of curiosity about identity. His feet slowly stepped back, about to enter the horde of people who were restless at the noble's unworthy actions. However, his movement to escape stopped due to the raising of questions that made the atmosphere of silence return.
“Who are you?!”
The noble man loved to shout, the thought of escaping if it was declared a failure, with the corner of his eyes looking for a gap in the group of people standing in a row seemed impossible to implement.
“Are you one of the strangers Yume brought?”
His shoulders were raised, the question offended him.
“I suspect the child was born in this country, because I have never once seen a child as brave as this,” whispered one of the residents.
“Unless he is an outsider who does not know about the land he incandescent.”
He felt his back sweat as the white-haired man in front of him stepped forward towards him. He rushed back, instead of the foreign voice interrupting.
“At last I found you!”
“Where are you going?”
His blurry actions as the limelight was distracted once again failed. Now, just accept his fate how it ended because of his meeting with the youth of—entah the son of the minister or the son of the ruler.
His wrist was blocked not so tightly but enough to make his heart race so fast.
“I've been looking for you everywhere, want to try to escape again, My sister?”
Little sister?! his inner. It was as if he had a lightning strike in the afternoon that the weather was so bright.
“Dia, Your Sister?” asked the noble man sounding doubtful.
“True, he's middle child. We hid it because—“ the young man beside him suddenly sat crouching, and opened the headscarf he used, “dia looks fragile.”
The actions of the young nobleman were very fast, displaying his appearance and white hair made all who saw was very surprised, including himself. What should he do now? Regret reckless acts of being too meddling in other people's affairs? But he could not blame his conscience for the desire to help the distressed.
“Nah, just answer Mr. Setsu's question, My sister.”
Right, just give an answer then he will get an answer to his fate later.
“Ryuji,” revealed.
“Have you heard, Mr Setsu?”
Noble man—Master Setsu, as soon as the young man on his left side called the middle-aged man in front of him, his face looked pale, “bu-isn't it just you and your A-Dad sister?” even when he asked.
Audible snorting by the handsome young man from his left side, “there is no Kazuya clan what is the business of outsiders?” not the answer given, but returned a cynical-sounding question.
Kazuya's? He asked inwardly, then took a cursory glance at the young man who began to speak again.
“Tuan Setsu, nice to meet here, this way it is easier for us to take you to court,” sounds so calm but does not leave a cold impression like reversing the previous question. His red-eye beads lit up like jewels when they were in the sunlight, so awesome. Especially when Mr. Setsu questioned what had been done wrong until the special forces picked him up.
“At the act of smuggling weapons to the perpetrators of the rebellion that occurred in the Okada area, you are also accused of the perpetrators of the murder in the mine, he said, and one of the survivors and witnesses is the person you accuse of being a thief.”
Mr Setsu shook his head, while the young man who was still blocking his wrist stood up, “that's how you play? Disgusting, take her away!”
All the armed men simultaneously responded to the decree and immediately led Mr. Setsu away. Now, it's his business with the teenage boy who finally let go of his hand, but his heart still can't stop to beat improperly. It was so tight, and maybe the person next to him would hear and stab him.
All the attention was focused on the bearded old man who was dragged away forcibly as it started to revolt. He looked up, found the bead of the young man's eyes that looked at him dimmed, maybe because it did not get the reflection of light, but still bright and charming, also terrible according to him.
“I want you to stay with me, Ryuji,” the young noble's right hand lands on the left cheek while calling his name. His voice was soft, soothing, and his hands were as warm as those of others still in his blood. He was afraid, and also wanted to hold the hand at the same time.
“Ryuji..”.
