New dawn

A Guerra de religión has set forth. Is this Apocalypse? The world we live in now is more hideous than ever before. I can see lot of corpses pilling up while passing through every country's border that I go. This way is better. The religious warmongers suffer non other than mere casualties to protect their so called believe. But by the way I see protect are them culprits vastly expanding their territory to the point of over expanding where them innocent children, women, old folks and the injured face true horror. They are also teaching them innocents their religious ideas and believes. The real questions are, Who am I in this bloody war? What purpose do I bring? Am I the cause of all this ruckus? Can I stop this filthy madness? Terrific! More boredom questions that I can't answer keeps on popping out uncontrollably in my head. Only God knows the answers. It is just not the right time for me to feast on the answers yet.

While having a fine luncheon with a close friend of mine, an undoubtedly powerful king, Syain Zulqarnain of the East. He is very fearsome among other leaders outside of his untouchable realm. After a very important discussion has been fully understood by both of us, I took a short brake to discuss matters with my trustee assistance, Belle, a blood thirsty hound, a deviant and brilliant woman.

Because no one knows her real name, she is just Belle 10113519 out of a nutshell. I say that because she is one of the most infamous freedom fighters that rebels inside the holocaust no more.

Back to my discussion with her. It is about an outbreak here, at the castle, a failed assassination to kill both me and the king just now. After a slight investigation, It seems like it is a carefully planned. The captured assassin is brought down by her and she ask my permission to shave his head before sending him to the guillotine or hanging if his not lifeless from the shaving. I replied with a simple agreement. She gave out a slick notion while smiling deviously while bringing him to her private chamber. Then a loud scream can be hear from afar.

Before she went on her wild fantasies, she reminded me about the next luncheon with the next-to-take-the-throne prince, Suleiman Syain Zulkarnain, a spoilt brat he is, had an affair with my cunning daughter. Both members of the family had a huge argument and was tearing a huge gap on our family relations with each other. Just now, the wound has been healed. We highest family members tends to fade this kind of embarrassment by arranging an engagement with those two troublemakers. Even so, I still consider the prince my daughter's useful underling.

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