Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 6.1

Urana needs a considerable amount of time and energy, but will have to use tactics to facilitate his plan to escape from the palace. Luckily, Urana was able to escape from the palace using a stolen horse. She wore a black robe with a hood covering her head until the moonlight refused to show her beautiful face. Urana charged into the forest and the small river with a gaze full of anger.

Yes, anger and regret over the suffering of the people. It becomes clearer once it arrives in the barren, shabby area.

"Damn lo, b*dang."

Before Urana launched this plan, the woman with bruised wounds staining her face came into the kitchen. Dozens of pairs of eyes made Urana the center of attention. The varied look. Some were agitated, angry, even staring intently. Moreover, Urana can shake hard from behind, followed by the butler who arrived carrying a basket of vegetables and a wooden spoon.

"Fortunately we're all out of punishment, miss!" ketusnya pointed at the face of Urana using a wooden spoon. "I told you not to deal with them! Why are you still insistent, huh?"

Urana fell silent, letting the butler sigh and moved away. Admired, because he still looks authoritative in carrying out tasks despite his age is no longer young. Amazed, because behind that angry gaze, there was a deep glimmer of pity and sadness.

Then, he approached the butler who distributed all the cooking tasks. Remaining meat and spices, may be processed directly by him.

"Let me help," he said, taking over a small mash next to the meat. There was a brief snort from the butler-Vailey.

"As far as you go." Vailey mentioned whatever Urana should mash up. They were both silent, focused on his work. Let the twang of cooking utensils and others in the kitchen as music. Ah, naw. Urana doesn't like silence.

"What do you want to cook?"

"The mere cooking, which noble Faer used to eat."

Urana muttered, then showed the results of pounding it on Vailey. A brief nod published a sweet smile on Urana's lips.

"meaning?" Urana frowned confused, but her view did not escape from her work in the form of mixing spices with oil.

"I ... hope that one day there will be people who care about the people in this region," he said chuckling. "He has given up his duties as a count to Raie. I think his territory will expand and prosper. In fact, it is widespread. But, the welfare of the people...." Vailey hung her words with a hiss.

"Not what you expected, Miss Vailey?" ask Urana guess. Huh, that's definitely the answer. The evidence has appeared.

"I don't understand Raie's way of thinking, Miss Urana." For a moment Vailey clapped the table with all her might, grabbing the attention of her subordinates. "What he thought was just an expansion of territory. War. He doesn't care how much they suffer."

"I understand your feelings."

"Well.... Even if his Majesty Faer returns as a count, the welfare of the people will not be able to recover," said Vailey mengbet seasoning made by Urana. "Now, it is the bandits who control Raie's territory, not him."

And I'm going to fulfill Vailey's wish. Urana's hands were clenched until her knuckles turned white. Tables and plates are jumbled over it. He was locked up in a room, unable to do anything. So, Urana tried to sleep for a while, where she knew the thought of it disappeared and she could rest.

People are starving.

Food supply is not worth consuming.

Almost the whole building is unkempt.