"Do you trust me?"
"I trust you"
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In the tragic kingdom of Saputra, a young exiled boy harbors a burning desire to reclaim his birthright. As he unravels the mysteries behi...
Jun's body jolted, causing him to rise to his knees in a sudden motion. His eyes widened with disbelief as he stared at the man in front of him.
"No, no, this can't be," Jun muttered, his voice laced with confusion. He couldn't fathom why he had only now noticed about it. It was as if his perception had been clouded until this very moment. There is only one person who has a sword with that color.
Uncle Malik's smile, though soft, carried a tinge of pathos and sadness. His eyes, once filled with warmth, now held a mixture of resentment and sorrow.
"The one banished from the castle, never to return, is none other than me," Uncle Malik confessed,
Jun's eyes widened in disbelief, "But... but, Sir! You are the legendary 'Black Sword,' renowned for your unbeatable prowess. How could someone as loyal and formidable as you incur the king's anger? This banishment makes no sense."
The man in black chuckled lightly, a bittersweet sound that echoed through the air. With a subtle gesture, he beckoned Jun to take a seat, a silent invitation to hear the truth behind his fall from grace.
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"Congratulations, Malik! You have graduated with honors," the teachers exclaimed, their voices filled with genuine joy and admiration. They showered him with well wishes and presented him with vibrant bouquets of fresh flowers.
After three years of study, Malik had finally graduated from Rawa Academy.
Yet, amidst the celebratory atmosphere, a mix of conflicting emotions swelled within him. Alongside the sense of accomplishment, he felt the weight of adulthood settling upon his shoulders, tightening his chest. He wasn't quite ready to plunge into a new phase of life, not so soon.
Deep down, he still carried the trepidation of a child, fearful of the uncertainties that awaited him in the future.
Amidst the sea of congratulations, Malik couldn't help but feel a pang of vulnerability. The genuine smiles around him served as a stark contrast to the hesitations that gnawed at his core.
The woman in her thirties, brimming with curiosity, eagerly asked Malik about the rumors of his invitation from the palace. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, awaiting his response.
With a mixture of excitement and humility, Malik confirmed the news. "Yes, it's true. I have received an invitation to join the new army group at the palace. They have offered me a position, starting from the bottom, but there is a possibility that I may eventually serve in a group that goes to war or even directly serves the king."
The teachers, as expected, felt an immeasurable happiness and pride upon hearing this news. It was a testament to Malik's dedication and excellence in his studies.
