Knight Of Pensylon: Rise Of The Cavalier
Chapter 13 - You'll Know

Kriet's!

That hatch has opened. Supposedly, from the way I hid the place, inside was something important.

But when I look into it. All I got was a big question mark.

"Huh?"

"You saw it, didn't you, Christopher?" Dad asked.

"A little while, you mean..."

"Yes, this." His ear was pointing towards something I saw.

So I mean, he hid this hatch under Spirit's straw, never told our family one bit, and also spoke as if what he was hiding was important...

Just because behind the hatch, was the stone that impregnated the royal emblem of Pensylon? Is he kidding?

I don't mean to denigrate the royal coat of arms of Pensylon, but trust me. They're everywhere.

To the extent that wherever you go from one place to another in this kingdom, you will see it at least once or twice on your journey.

Then my father proudly showed that under this rickety Crystal there was still another hidden symbol of the kingdom of Pensylon, so that he made a special hatch to hide it?

As I said many times, I never knew what was on this old man's mind. Did he steal it from the palace? Did he carve it himself? Or is it just a coincidence there?

"That's the royal coat of arms of Pensylon. They're everywhere, Dad!" my spoken.

"I know that" he said without even glancing at me.

Pointing both my hands towards the emblem, I asked Dad. "Then why are you showing this to me?"

Dad patted me on the shoulder with his left hand, smiled, and whispered towards my ear.

"Right in the future, you'll know..."

CRYAT!!! Jeb!

Shortly after, Father closed the door that closed the hatch, and he stood up from his squatting position.

When Dad stood up, I was still squatting next to his position while looking towards the hatch earlier. Daydreaming, and trying to digest what Dad just said to me.

My position at that time, people who knew nothing would think that I was like someone who was having a bowel movement. My dirty pants aren't helping at all.

"Basically, Christopher..."

My daydream stopped after Dad said his words. Words that seem to bewitch me to listen carefully.

"Everything around you will one day leave you. Some will never come back.

Be it Mom, or Dad, or Chris, Christina, Christa, your friends Norman and Victoria, even Spirit..."

Father rubbed Spirit's head gently, and his eyes were fixed on the horse with a small, etched smile.

"Not only that, everything you will meet in the future, will also one day leave you."

This four-headed man stopped wiping the head of the black four-legged animal before me. Then turn his head towards me. His little smile was not lost.

"So Christopher, this may seem cruel, but..."

Greb!

For the third time tonight, Father's wrists were as cold as the air as rain fell on my shoulders.

The man squatted back just to say this...

"You have to learn, to let the people around you go."

I'm sorry Dad, I don't mean to condescend or fight back, but from the point of view of the person with the shrimp brain it's easier said than done.

"I know it's a lot easier said than done, Christopher. But, when you can do it. You'll be free from an incurable heart disease, a grudge."

Wait, can he read my mind? How could the answer be the same as what I had in mind? Also revenge?

What does all this have to do with revenge?

"Rudge? What does all this have to do with revenge?" my many.

Again, Dad brought his mouth closer to my ear and spoke...

"Right in the future, you'll know..."

After that, he stood back up and stepped both feet away from me, coming out of Istal through the front door which was actually still a bit broken.

"I want you to remember one thing, Christopher. There is no and there will never be a happy ending, for a vindictive."

Kriet's!

Dad opened the door to Istal, which separated this room from the outside air. The outside air was so cold because of the rain, and I could feel a few drops of water coming into the stables.

"Wait!" I raised my hand towards him, and Dad turned his back to look at me.

"What's wrong?"

His voice was not as loud as it had just been because it was consumed by the surrounding air. So I stood up and approached him a little.

"Can you tell mom that I'm going to sleep here? And also I'm sorry for what just happened?" ask me Daddy.

Father smiled slightly, and also he nodded his head slightly.

"I'll tell you, but before that. I have to go to Mr. Clint's paddy field first."

"For what?" my many.

"The scarecrow's broken again. So he told me to fix it."

"Why did you take it?"

"Because he promised to give me 15 graft if I'd finished fixing it."

Whahuh? 15 graft?! My father had to go on foot to that place in the rain like this at night just to fix a scarecrow, and he only paid 15 graft?! Mr. Clint is really stingy!

"15 GRAFTS?! THAT'S HIS NAME'S ROBBERY!" myrag.

"Indeed, but those 15 graft are what we need right now, Christopher."

JEB!

Dad closed the door to Istal and I was alone again in this room with Spirit and some mice that I was starting to see where he was.

"God..."

Tep. Tep. Tep.

My footsteps took to cover the distance between me and Spirit at this time. My steps were a bit limp, my heart was still sad, but I was at least a little relieved that I had already conveyed my apologies to Mom through my father.

Grusuk's!

Upon my arrival near Spirit, I immediately threw my own body into a bunch of haystacks near my beloved dark horse.

I took a deep breath, then I exhaled back that breath before I finally started saying "Hey Spirit..."

The horse voiced, calling me.

"If only we could have caught at least one robber, we wouldn't be as desperate as we are today..."

I took another deep breath before exhaling it again.

It is very cool, the air at night when it rains is very cool. Really inviting drowsiness.

Coupled with the smell of oil from earlier disturbing my nose had also finally disappeared.

"Hehe, Good night, Spirit..."

I closed my eyes, I relaxed my body, with my head facing Spirit, I took a deep breath, and exhaled it again.

Pull, blow...

Pull, blow...

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Pull, blow...

Pull, blow...

"PLEASE!!!"

What's?!

I opened my eyes, accompanied by the dirt on the eyes that were still attached to the sides of my eyes. It's uncomfortable, damn it.

Without lingering while rubbing my eyes, I got up from my sleeping position and found out what was going on out there. However, just in case...

"Hey, Spirit. Awake up!"

The horse opened its eyes and neighed softly. Huft, Praise the Soul of Pensylon. It's good that he gets up, just in case I have to leave as soon as possible.

I looked out the window, and all I could do was gap like a fool.

"Hahaahhh??"

Fire is burning everywhere, rice fields, land, houses, livestock, even humans feel the heat of the red man.

I'm silent, dead flea. Don't know what else to do. Don't know what really happened. I don't know what my fate will be. Clearly, looking outside it felt like I was already silent half to death.

BRUG!!!

"DOLUHH!!!"

The deg!

I moved spontaneously to throw myself back, my heart beating my chest tightly because of what I saw in the window just now.

What happened at the window? Let me explain as simply as possible.

I saw a head, suddenly right in front of that window. Worse, it'S JUST HIS HEAD. I don't remember seeing that poor guy's body at all.

BRUK! BRUK! BRUK!

"Huh?" I said as I glanced towards the already somewhat broken door of Istal.

"OPEN DOOR! WE KNOW THERE'S SOMEONE IN THERE!"

From a distance, I looked at that door of Istal, and I could only wonder in my heart that was now so panicked.

Actually, what the hell is going on?

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