The Power Enthusiast

MINERVO 53: The Mentors of the Previous Era

"This is Abbas's bracelet, right!?" Paul was surprised to see what Roswel showed him, unmistakably, the red bracelet in Roswel's palm was the bracelet Abbas was supposed to wear. "But how can you remove the bracelet from Abbas's hand?" Paul furrowed his eyebrows, in fact he was not so surprised at it, because Roswel always managed to make something magical, and it has become commonplace. But, what makes Paul's face shocked not because of the release of the bracelet, but, more to how to release it, because Paul has tried many times and the bracelet remains difficult to remove. That's why Paul was really curious about the way Roswel took that damn thing out of Abbas's hands.

Hearing the question, Roswel just smiled kindly, his face seemed radiant, indicating that he was glad Paul asked him that. Roswel again put the bracelet in his cloak pocket, and walked back, away from the bed, to get close to the wall that contained five portraits of the mentors of the previous era.

"I'm just using a little magic, sir," Roswel said in a relaxed tone. "In addition, it is very impossible to release it only with bare hands, because in the bracelet, there is a sticky material that will continue to stick to the skin. Even though the bracelet can be removed, there will be a large explosion that can make the owner die. So, if we do it with our bare hands or with our helpers, it makes no difference, whether it's loose or not, the bracelet will explode, sir," said Roswel with a neat and polite speech, Paul was stunned to hear it.

"So, yes," Paul's eyeballs grew, he was made aware of Roswel's words. "Removing it manually will only make the danger even greater. I was so relieved that my efforts at the time were not working. But I'm curious about," Paul said in a stressed tone. "The one who triggered the bracelet idea." Paul's voice sounded growling. "I wonder, what is the benefit of creating a bracelet that can determine the limit of one's life!? That's an idea that has no benefit at all! It even sounds like a population reduction operation! Or you could say, like, a human slaughter!"

Roswel chuckles at Paul's rant about the creation of the time bracelet, feeling that as the boy grows older, he thinks Paul will say no matter what the circumstances are, but in fact, he does, not so. It looks like Paul's naughty nature is getting eroded, slowly the boy began to grow into a figure of a genius observer, although the roughness is still inherent in Paul, but at least, at least, Paul can talk seriously with Roswell.

"You must be disappointed to hear my answer, but I will say honestly, Sir," Roswel said with a faint smile at Paul. "The one who triggered the time bracelet system, it was the idea of the Cocoa people themselves, not the government or the leader." Paul was wide-eyed to hear it, he really did not expect. "However, the people here are, people from the upper class, while people from the lower classes, only forced to follow the will of those who are in the upper position. That is, but because of that, a lot of people from the lower classes died suddenly because they could not afford the time to increase their life span, as a result, there is a social gap and a high mortality rate in Cocoa City." Roswell paused for a moment. "It's awful, huh, sir?"

Paul was silent, his chest heated up, his mouth tightly closed, not knowing what to say to respond to Roswel's explanation. There was only a sense of disappointment and frustration in Paul's mind, he wanted to beat up the upper class in Cocoa City, because they had created a system that should not be in a city, he said, because the system they created, has created injustice for the lower classes, who actually have weak economic conditions, to live the needs of life is difficult, and now, it is difficult, even coupled with the pressure of a time bracelet. Their bodies could be blown to pieces by the explosion, if unable to buy time for the life span in the bracelet they wear, not to run out.

It is a system that upholds injustice.

"You don't need to be so tense, sir," Roswel voiced as he watched Paul's expression seem restless and agitated, thinking about the condition of Cocoa City which was filled with explosions from the lower classes. "In addition, the time bracelet system has existed from ancient times, it has even become a tradition and a special attraction for tourists to visit the city of Cocoa. And because of that, people from the lower classes are always trying to make money so they can buy time to prolong life, so I think, there's a positive side to the system."

"Positive side, you say?" Paul began to stare sharply into Roswel's face with a great growling sound, like a wolf about to pounce on its prey. "Your words just make something bad look beautiful!" Paul clicked his tongue in annoyance, his coarse fingers squeezing the thick blanket that covered his naked body. "That's really sickening! Goddamn bum!" Paul ruffled his black hair in annoyance. "I can't allow this! I have to destroy that damn system! Before the victims from the bottom continue to fall! Maybe even, while we're talking, down there, a lot of people in Cocoa City have exploded because of that damn bracelet!"

"Sir, calm down."

"I can't keep being here!" Paul was panicking. "Roswell! Where's clothes! Quickly return! I must hurry to Cocoa City! There, many other Abbasites need my help! So hurry! Give me some clothes!"

"Sir, please calm down."

"I CAN'T CALM DOWN, ASSHOLE!" paul snapped in a loud voice, making the whole room so echoed by his voice.

Thanks to that, Roswel finally came to a new conclusion in assessing Paul's attitude. The child, even though it has become more serious, but his maturity decreases, his anger even becomes greater, and always hastily in solving a problem. According to Roswel, Paul wants the problem he heard, must be resolved at that time. It must not be delayed, as if the world would be destroyed if the problem were not solved now. The problem has been going on for a long time, even when Paul was not born. But the boy, completely disoriented, was impressed to force Roswel to do something about the problems that occurred in Cocoa City.

"Sorry, sir," With closed eyes, Roswel spoke. "I can't keep to your will."

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN!? GODDAMN SHIT!" Paul was shocked to hear Roswel say that, as if the pale man did not care about the problems in Cocoa City. "DON'T TELL ME YOU INTEND TO LET THE CITY OF COCOA CONTINUE LIKE THAT! I WILL BEAT YOUR FACE TO SHATTER IF YOU HAVE THAT INTENTION! ROSEWELL!"

"I say so because it is in vain that you resolve the problems in Cocoa City, Sir. Because" Roswel began to reopen his eyelids and smile. "I have freed the entire population of Cocoa from the bracelet."

Paul gasped to hear it, but even so, he did not believe Roswel had freed the Cocoa residents from the time bracelet, surely the person was just telling lies so that Paul did not go to Cocoa City. Instead of being happy, Paul's face even looked annoyed.

"You belittle me, Roswel," Paul shook his jaw. "You think I'd just believe your words, huh!?" Paul clicked his tongue with a bringas. "I'm not that stupid, asshole!"

When the window beside him broke due to being broken through by red bracelets, Paul unceasingly displayed an overwhelming look of shock. Just imagine, the bracelets that should not be able to move, were flying in front of him like a winged animal, and it was really creepy.

"How, Master?" said Roswel with a look that was so friendly to Paul, now he was standing among hundreds of bracelets flying around his body. "What now do you still doubt my words, Sir?"

Stunned, Paul hesitated to hear Roswel's innuendo, but really, his eyes kept watching the red bracelets hovering around Roswel, according to Paul, it was a pretty rare sight, seeing dead things can move freely.

"Well," With Roswel's eyes off, Paul said, "I believe." Paul's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

Just as Paul was speaking, suddenly hundreds of bracelets were hovering around Roswel, falling to the floor, returning to a still, motionless dead object. And finally, the floor of the room occupied by Paul, was filled with red bracelets lying around.

"Roswel," Paul spoke again, after a gust of wind from the broken window, came in and hit his body, even making Paul's short black hair wave. "Where's my clothes? I'm cold in here. The window beside me had let a strong wind in! Even though I was wearing a thick blanket, I still felt cold!" Paul took his breath. "After all! Why did you strip me of all my clothes! Goddamn bum! Are you gonna rape me, huh!?"

"Your clothes are dirty, torn, tangled, and covered in blood, Sir," Roswel said in a soft voice. "That's why I stripped you of your clothes. It would be uncomfortable if I let you sleep here wearing such clothes. But you don't worry, I've got some clothes suitable for you to wear, even Mr. Nico, Mr. Abbas, and Mr. Colin are already wearing them," then Roswel walks lightly towards the door, "I'll take it, sir."

After Roswel's whereabouts disappeared in the room, Paul slowly opened the thick blanket that covered his body, then he got off the bed naked. Then Paul stepped up to the wall with five portraits of his mentors before him. Finally, Paul could see clearly the faces of the five people who had been chosen to be mentors.

Paul smiled faintly looking at the five photos that displayed the faces of the mentors of the previous era.

"So you're my seniors, huh?"

Satisfied by the faces, Paul climbed back into his bed, and pulled back a thick blanket to hide his naked body. Luckily, the time was right, he had just returned to the bed, the door was open, taking out a pale man, who in his right hand was carrying a jet-black long-sleeved shirt, that elegant-looking was typical of a prince from a fantasy world. On the collar of the shirt, there were sparkling crystals. Roswel also carries black trousers, which also have some crystals on the bottom. As well as black shoes made of rubber, which is very flexible and elastic.

"This was the dress I was as a student, sir," Roswel said, walking up to Paul, showing him the clothes and trousers he was carrying. "I think it's a nice outfit and it suits you, sir."

Without further ado, Paul immediately grabbed the clothes that Roswel was carrying, and put them on in a blanket. Not long after, Paul came out of the blanket with a very luxurious appearance, like a handsome noble who had abundant treasures.

"okay! Thanks for the clothes!" paul said by jumping out of bed. Then, he stared fixedly at Roswel's face. "Now, can you continue the discussion that was paused?"

Roswell seemed surprised to hear it. "A bad discussion?"

"I mean! Tell me again the stories of the mentors in those photos besides Brandon! I'm curious! And after this! I want to see Abbas to ask if he's ready to be a hero! Then from that! Can you speed up the explanation?"

Roswel smiled his smile at Paul's request, he did not expect that the boy was interested in it.

"Alright," Roswel nodded his head. "I'll reveal everything."