The Musafir

Savrinadeya Sword — Volume 6 Finished

MANTAN shook his head. “Kutahu that your ability is far above me, but as high as the science of a swordsman, still will not be able to hide yourself from the eyes of others.”

Unnamed Women are able to appear only to Mantingan, but not to others. That's what Mantingan asked, and luckily it was understandable to the woman in front of him.

“I have the science of sirep halimunan. If you still do not know it, then the science of sirep is still included in witchcraft. You can learn everything in this place that I show you, I don't have time to explain it here.” The Unnamed Woman threw something from behind her clothes at Mantingan.

The hands of Mantingan who lived next door then caught the object easily, which turned out to be a sheet of ejection containing Sanskrit characters that had not had time to read everything.

“Go to that place, then you will get a more complete story and knowledge.” After saying so, the Nameless Woman pulled the sword that was scrawled on her waist.

A quick coat prepares the horses. Be prepared for the fight no matter how bad his body is.

“No. I will not scoop for you.” The Unnamed Woman shook her head slowly.

“Lantas for what sword did you put out?” Mantingan decided to immediately ask in order to get an explanation faster, he would not be able to stay in this state for too long.

The Unnamed Woman let out a long sigh and instead replied with a different discussion. “I am not actually without a name, but after I continue to change my form into someone else, then I slowly lose my name. I call myself the Unnamed Woman, and who people call me.

“My life has always been full of secrecy and disguises that seem like nothing will stop. You know that the Land Inn is included in the underground network group of the martial world. I kept pretending to be someone else, hiding, disguising myself, and killing secretly with no honor at all. If this continues, then until death

“I am a whore picked up from the many prostitutes enslaved by the Night Inn. I was made their pawn in playing politics full of secrecy. I have committed many sins, including you, for there are men whose sins are incalculable. I can't be like this forever.”

Mantingan fell silent despite knowing what the woman was going to do.

“This sword is named Savrinadeya, the only one named from me, I left it to you after my story was finished.”

After saying so, the Named Woman raised the sword until it touched her neck. For the last time, he smiled broadly. In one jolt, the history is over.

The body of the Unnamed Woman fell along with her sword. The mantle flashed quickly to catch the sword that had been passed down to him, and let the body of the Unnamed Woman be swallowed by the huge waves.

Manten stared at the sword in his left hand meaningfully. What the Unnamed Woman does is not justified in the martial world, but in the life of a real human being, can it be considered untrue?

Mantingan let out a long breath in the middle of the ocean. Even in the life of a true human being, the actions performed by the Unnamed Woman are still unjustified.

But whatever the power, the girl was too gentle to accept the hard and sharpness of the underground martial world.

The mantel retraced a few steps before finally being able to sit cross-legged on a piece of wooden board from a ruined ship. He placed the Sword of Savrinadeya right in front of him. His consciousness began to blur.

“Hero Man, where are you going?”

The mantel turned to the origin of the voice. Although his vision had become dim, Mantingan could still see a white masked soldier sitting cross-legged on a floating board. It widens the eyes.

“Brother, you should go north. The fleet is there, while to the south is Suvarnadvipa.”

“Ah, no! I was aiming for Suvarnabhumi, just like you!”

The mantan frowned, before asking suspiciously, “You are this ... I'm like I've heard your voice.”

The swordsman laughed briefly, before replying while removing his mask, “It turns out Hero Man has not forgotten me.”

Mantingan bought his eyes in disbelief. Although his consciousness had been so blurred, but his memory was still fresh. He knows that face!

The warrior who had removed his mask then smiled. “You still remember the name of my form, but you still do not understand who I really am.”

Mantingan tried to regulate his suffocating airway before replying, “No. Your guess is wrong, the real reason is that I already know who you really are.”

In a defiant tone, the man asked, “Lantas who is me?”

“Who is Kembangmas.” Mantingan said sharply, as sharp as his gaze which at that time also looked at the form of Jakawarman in front of him!

“Your guess is not wrong.” Jakawarman's voice turned into a woman's voice, along with her form which also turned into the North River Angel. “I'm what you've been looking for all this time, right?”

“Lately, I can't find you,” Reply Coat, “but now, I will get you.”

“Well, you can only continue your true odyssey after successfully delivering the daughter of the king of Champa, right?”

With an increasingly dim consciousness, Mantingan was still able to hear the word. He was stunned, but felt powerless to answer.

“I guess the old jackfruit named Hanung will tell you so that I don't have to bother to tell it, but it's a pity that your head is broken like a watermelon.” The creature let out a laugh, which sounded very similar to the voice of the Northern River Angel. “From North River, who claimed his real name as Sasmita, is actually named Pham Lien. Daughter of the first king Bhadravarman. To be married to the son of Fan Sun, King Funan 4th, as a step to strengthen relations between countries as well as to avoid the expansion of the territory that is being carried out by Funan.

“Unfortunately, Pham Lien never understood that her marriage was intended to not spill the blood of the people of Champa, so chose to flee to Javadvipa. He is known as Vhidyadari Uttara Tatini, both in his home country and in Dwipantara.”

Such a detailed statement is of course indisputable Mantingan as a hoax. He felt that what the human flower said was true. After all, what was the point of Kembangmas lying to him?

But why did the Northern River Angel not tell him of his true identity even until the day of farewell?

Why did Chairman Rama not tell him? The chairman of the college must have known the true identity of the North River Angel.

Or someone else, why didn't they tell him? Why do they seem to deliberately cover all this up to him?

Of course, there was still a lot of confusion in his head, which seemed to not be able to be answered quickly because he was too weak to open his voice.

“You must know why the Northern River Angel is so hunted in Yavabhumi. Apart from being an unbeatable beauty, she was also the princess of the king. Sending his head to Champa was more than enough to lure the country sending his troops to attack Tarumanagara. That's what the rebels want.”

The mantan began to stumble, but he tried his hardest to maintain his consciousness. The creature's explanation is not finished, and he must hear everything before he is unconscious.

“There's nothing more I have to explain.”

The voice he heard changed again, also with his form that became Kenanga. The mantel wears a thin smile. Seeing the form of Kenanga, his spirit to get Kembangmas back to fill the soul.

“I'll just turn myself in to the person I think I deserve. I'll wait for you at Svarnabhumi.”

That's how Mantingan's consciousness disappeared right after the words were spoken.

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Sixth Volume: The Flood of Blood in the White Wind Port is complete.