Urana: And the Last Revenge

Episodes 9.3

"You...." Free Raie growling. Urana still had the guts to look him in the eye. Grim face. Predator's gaze when gripping prey. Even he could hear Raie growling low. Like tigers. And free Urana rebelled. Even a weak blow won't get rid of Raie. Now he's putting a bogem in Urana's face. His sight grew increasingly blurred and shadowy.

One punch. Two punches. Tuby-tubi spanking. Eyes, nose, and mouth have been injured and blood flowed. In fact he felt one of his molars was dislodged due to a powerful blow to the cheekbones. The black screen began to touch Urana's vision and her stomach ached again. Far, far more pain than he felt throughout the role of this main character.

Perhaps ... Urana's destiny cannot be changed. Anaru wanted to laugh. And if so, it is said that crazy people do not matter to him. Why would he be stuck in a novel? What was his mistake in the world? Is it because living in a novel world, meaning that in the present Anaru has died? If so, it seems like Anaru's struggle in changing destiny feels futile.

"You're not dead yet."

Not dead? No kidding. Obviously Anaru can't see anything. He did not feel his own breath. Well, if he had the chance to hope, Anaru would still be alive even in the pregnant body of Urana.

Wait, who is he?

"Make sure he's given warm food and drink until he doesn't feel any more pain."

He can hear. Who was that person, but Anaru knew he was a doctor or expert in treating humans. Hmm, his brain is making a game. Choose one. Anaru was now in her former body or the body of Urana?

"How did he find this dying man" asked the owner of the heavy, hoarse voice typical of grandfather.

"On the road, sir."

The answer: the body of Urana. He returned to the main character of the novel. He wanted to open his eyes, but somehow he didn't want to.

"Call your master, Vivian. Let me take care of him."

"Good."

Go, Urana! Open eyes! One by one the limbs began to be able to move, but the eyes remained unopened.

"What's wrong?" There is a momentary pause in the form of a knock. "How is he doing?"

"Right now I can say he's being critical" he replied.

"God still loves him" said the newcomer.

"And you came to save him."

Open your eyes now! It takes a lot of energy to open your eyes even slowly. Vaguely. Blurred. There were three humans beside the bed. Two are standing. One is sitting.

"You don't want to," Urana's vision began sharply: a blond man with a fairly messy middle bangs was smiling bitterly, "I have to tell the others to bury a mass."

"In which area?"

However, the tall woman with curly hair neck saw it. Urana admitted, her blood-red hair is very beautiful and kikau.

"He's conscious, Your Majesty." Announced it. The two men saw the dead Urana. In fact, there was a light in the blond man's eyes, as if thankfully God still cared about him.

"Well, he's conscious. Give me some warm food and drinks." Then, he resigned. The order is done. However, not a single bit of Urana looked at him.

His purple eyes traced every detail of this room. Foreign place. Why does he feel safe and secure here? White dominant. When you observe, there will be a golden color that sparkles when exposed to sunlight. And somehow Urana feels there are other colors that beautify this place even though they do not believe.

"Vivian." The man looked at the beautiful woman in the back. "Prepare immediately."

After Vivian left, the remaining Urana and her who sat in the healer-maybe here they called her so-so-restrictive.

"Welcome to the North, Miss." She smiled sweetly. Urana re-admitted, he is very handsome and sweet when expressed like that. "Vivian and I found you dying on your way to the east for a meeting on the economic crisis there. About the people in the east...."

"I know what you mean," said Urana lirih shortening the gap between them. "I'm sorry too."

It's all my fault. He blames himself.

"No, it's his fault."

Urana narrowed in sadness at his words. As soon as he turned his head, the man kept the wrath behind his dark gaze.

"All those events .. must be his fault" he sizzled grievously.

Yeah, maybe it's Raie's fault. Because Urana felt her body light. There is no such thing as Raie's burden in the depths of his heart and mind. Urana has the right to breathe fresh breath, even if it is in another region.

"Thank you." And the smile that rose on Urana's lips was the smile of the happiest person. []