The Musafir
Request for Darkness
“Puan Darkness ...” MANTAN muttered softly, barely audible at all. “Where is Chitra Anggini?”
“Your girlfriend? You don't have to think about it now. Recover yourself first.” The Dark Lord refused to answer. “I have called some of the best healers from all over the city for you. They will be coming soon.”
Just before the Dark Lord left the room, Manten suddenly called out to him. “Give me a little certainty. Is he still breathing to this day?”
Quietly how long, Mister of Darkness finally replied, “Ya. He's still alive today. You don't have to worry about it at all, Hero.”
“Lantas where is the Moon Sword Pair?” The mantel asked.
Not answering, Mister Immortality quickly moved to pick up a wooden box lying on the room table. He attached the object to the mantingan lying helplessly on the bed.
The young man then groped the wooden box to make sure. It was true, the ability to read his omens hinted that a pair of Moon Swords had been stored inside the box. However, with his current blurry and dimly lit eyes, he still could not confirm it in earnest. For the face of the Dark Lord, he could see nothing but a hazy shadow.
“Rest until the healers come. If your condition is well recovered, I want us to talk.”
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MANTINGAN spent three days on self-recovery. Throughout, he had still not been reunited with the Dark Lord. Through the days with worry Chitra Anggini who did not send any news to him until now. The mantle could not help but be suspicious of the Dark Lord who said that the woman was still breathing.
The physician who cared for him said that he had no wounds on his body, but on his mind. So during that time, the treatment given is not too much. The mantan is simply asked not to think about heavy things and to do samadhi as often as possible. But how can it be if the contents of his head are filled with questions for the sake of questions about Chitra Anggini?
A pair of Moon Swords must be made a decision immediately. On whether he wants to be banished or handed over to a certain swordsman, it must be decided together with Chitra Anggini. After that, Mantingan will return to Javadvipa to pick up the North River Angel and Kembangmas. Completing the last task.
He recalled how the demon flower said that his struggle was over. The mantle could hardly believe it. After a long time wandering to accidentally reach the peak of all the peaks in the martial world of Dwipantara, in the end he can breathe a sigh of relief. This was the end of his struggle which had been so protracted.
Mantingan began to consider what he would do after delivering Kembangmas to Kenanga. Should he stop walking the martial world by spending the rest of his life in a dark, damp cave? Or should he continue to strengthen his position as Sky Stakeholder while ensuring the balance of the martial world?
However, Mantingan was expecting something completely different. Something that has long settled as part of his hidden desire, never said or just hinted at, so it is not conveyed at all to anyone. He wanted the North River Angel to be his wife, with Kana and Kina as his children, as well as the Wind Bell Village as their residence.
Given those times, Mantingan could not bear the surge of tears. How peaceful and how hardly a drop of blood was spilled in those days. It was only happiness and peace that he felt at that moment. However, it is not perfect. Not perfect except until the Angel of the North River becomes his true partner!
Just when Mantingan wiped his tears clean, the door of the room was knocked. Initially, Mantingan thought that the door knocker was the healers who used to check it every day, but there was a voice so different from out there.
“Can I come in now?”
That's the sound of shahdu from the Dark Lord. That characteristic will make anyone able to recognize it very easily.
The mantingan allowed him with a short answer. This was the loan room of the Dark Lord, so could he so presumptuously refuse his presence?
There is only one observation that if it can explain a little beauty of the woman, that is, when someone has almost died due to thirst, then the tetiba alone is faced with a waterfall that is so clear and refreshing, namely, then the look in his eyes when staring at the waterfall will be similar to when he looked at the appearance of the Dark Lord.
“Tabib said that you have recovered,” he said starting the conversation, while then taking a seat in the corner of the room. “As I said three days ago, I want us to talk.”
The mantan still does not move even though it is only a day from its samadhan form. Then he asked, “Speak, Mum. I will listen, but please afterwards you do not mind answering all my questions.”
After nodding, Mister Darkness began to convey his point, “The Koying Unit has fallen. The king was confirmed dead, while no descendants are left after being slaughtered by warriors from the Poor Settlement of Kotaraja. I have officially declared treason, so this unity is really in my control.
“Of course many people do not accept, but not a few who actually support me. However, not entirely the leadership of the grandfather at this time achieved success. He merely beautified the city, wanting to show his prestige among other kingdoms. But in the marginalized areas, the people are very miserable. They continue to deliver taxes without less than time, but they do not get what they should get from the central government.
“You need to know, Hero Man, my son was also killed along with other grandfather's children when the attack occurred. Though in the beginning, the power wanted me to continue to him. I have absolutely no interest in leading this great unity, my treason is simply to uphold justice and stop oppression.”
Tetiba, the eye view of the Dark Lord who had originally wandered while telling stories, now stopped right on a pair of Mantingan eyeballs. Staring at it with a thousand inexplicable meanings.
“I want you to lead this country, with me standing behind you as empress. I assume you have played a very big role in bringing down the power of unity, so that many people will feel the prosperity of you in the future. Would you like to?”
Hearing the request, Mantingan's breath came to a halt involuntarily. It's beyond a doubt. Even the ability to read his omens could not second-guess the request beforehand. How great is the Dark Lord if he succeeds in covering up the will of his heart, just as he managed to trap Mantingan in past negotiations.
Mantingan. Not because I don't know what to answer. Not because they are still considering the verdict. It is simply compiling a word that otherwise would have offended the Dark Lord.
“Master, don't you remember how you set me up? Now you have simply asked me to marry you, as if there had been no crime you ever committed against me. My answer is no.” Free Mantingan composed the sentence, the words that came out of his mouth were still painful in the ears of Mama Silence.
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note:
There are some I want to tell you.
**First\, **will be for the next few days I will reduce the update\ tension a little bit\, from the target of 2 episodes in one day to 1 episode in one day or it could not update at all. Reason\, my eyes have started to feel spicy. To solidify the ending groove of The Musafir\, I did a rewrite of some of the scenarios digitally\, it took over 12 hours staring at the screen non-stop in one day.
**Both\, **that I am taking the last contract from the Musafir. Although at this level the income is not much\, but I try to fulfill my old promise\, that I will integrit finish this novel.
**Three\, **it is that my phone is not being able to access the groups in NovelToon\, so the promotional performance decreased very drastically. I leave it to my friends.
**Fourth **as well as last\, True Martial Arts will be regularly updated at least this month. The novel is much lighter than the Musafir\, both in language and plot\, so you can read it if you want a more relaxed reading. I started the story with minimal knowledge in 2019\, so if you compare it to The Musafir\, it will feel like you are reading two novels from two different authors.
