
Since childhood Pireta has been bullied by children his age, having a beautiful face does not make you have a beautiful life as well especially if it happens to a man.
He was ridiculed by boys and became an enemy of girls who were jealous of him, since both his parents died he finally decided to become a wandering witch at the age of 15, it's been a year since he died, everything's been going well until this happens.
Whether it was fate or misfortune that he had to meet a woman named Amnestha, when he was not used to women, this woman even deliberately committed profanity on him which made him curl up in a tree while hugging his knees.
This was all because of his childhood, he had always been treated harshly by the girls until it formed fear in his heart.
"I'm sorry Perita, I was wrong. We haven't done "That" so everything's safe."
"Why do you keep doing this to me, I told you I'm weak."
"Listen to Pireta, what the kingdom needs is not a strong person but a person who can feel the suffering of its people, I am sure that with your existence you can change this kingdom, this kingdom, it's not the reason you're wandering around looking for a comfortable place to live for you either."
"That's..."
"After hearing your past, I was really angry at the girls.If we were together I would beat them up."
Although the words seemed ambiguous, for Pireta it was quite pleasant, for a long time he wanted someone to support him and was angry about it.
Pireta patted his dirty clothes and said.
"I didn't know that I could be king but I'll try as I can."
"Thank you, but don't worry that even if you fail you will still be employed at the palace."
"Why is that?"
"Because I recommended you, I will guarantee you a comfortable place to live."
Pireta smiled in return.
"For now let's go to the city, I'm sure there's some other magic you can learn there haha."
"Why are you laughing?"
"Don't say that again."
"Nice, cute."
Both went to the border of the kingdom of Artana precisely in a small town that has been seen advancing, whether it is in terms of agriculture or magic.
"Is it okay to come here first?"
"Don't worry, there are still five days left from the schedule that has been determined, we can spend a few days here," on the statement of Amnestha, Pireta nodded his head in agreement.
The two went to the inn that was to be the only one in this city.
"Welcome, would you like to book a room?"
"We ordered one room with one bed, we're both women so it doesn't matter... Oh, why do you look shaky?"
"Obviously, we asked for two beds."
"I-I see, please don't disturb the occupants next door at night."
"I'll work on it" said Amnestha and Pireta, who had almost trouble breathing now, as if he wanted to ask for help and ran away but unfortunately it was impossible.
Just came Pireta was immediately invited to bathe together until the two washed each other's backs, Pireta was not able to count how many times he spurted blood to lose consciousness, his head was also always dizzy.
"Your lower train?"
"It's normal."
After a long time Pireta finally got used to it, and the blood from his nose never flowed again even though the bottom would remain that way at any time.
Not only spent time in the inn, the two also sometimes traveled around the city to get some fresh air and the longest time they spent was in the library to practice magic.