Author’s Note:
Finally it’s done.
Sorry for the late update.
But, it can’t be helped there was so much going on in Sunday and Monday due to New Year.
After that, my body feels so sore and my head turns heavy all of sudden.
So it can’t be helped.
While still watching the event on tv, Nala lost in his thoughts.
What the fuck is going on?
Why all this happens in about the same time?
South Federation is being raised an army of their Barbarian on Christmas Island.
Sultanate of North led by their Supreme Admiral, prepare their Flying Fortress in Malacca.
And now, the Imperial Japanese national television showed weaknesses of the combat power of their opponents.
Where did they get that data?
The data should be lost destroyed in the blaze that devastated the town of Baraduaja.
But how can they got blueprints of that?
Moreover, it is still in a State such as the last time I read it in the basement of the home of Grandmaster Gandring thirty years ago.
It's not like science fiction novel where time machine already found.
It really does not make sense.
“Really?”
Nala heard a voice of someone.
“Do you really think that really does not make sense?”
He heard it again.
“Can you not think about it again? No matter how small that possibility it is?”
He rose from his seat in a state of confusion. Suddenly he could not see. The whole room turned into darkness. However, when he twisted his body, from the tip of his eye he could see a man with clothes that he had never seen before with great details such as seen it in broad daylight.
“Who are you? Why do you get into other people's homes without permission?”
He responded with laughter.
"It really is? Really funny. You're a funny guy. "
"You didn't answer my question."
He sighed.
"May I tell you something? That question should have been destined for you."
“What?”
He actually wanted to ask what is meant by that man. However, when his eyes are looking around, he is no longer in his living room. He is now standing in a room as far as the eye can see there is only white color.
“Oh, my god! How can this happen? I'm not sleeping but how come I could end up in this room?”
"I can't answer that question right now." He grinned, "But it's still fun to meet you again after all this time."
“What do you mean?”
“I told you, wasn’t it? It is not the right time.”
And then he was sent back to living room with a thousand questions hang in my mind.
Mada is not in Capital City right now.
He is on official trip to another region with secretary of cabinet Tribhuwana Tunggadewi.
This trip is confidentially prepared by Secretary of Defense.
He felt that companionship with that person is essentially important for the upcoming-to-be war.
The two of them are sitting in waiting room inside the Royal Palace.
They look forward to meet with the Governor of this Province.
And they heard a Royal Servant announcement.
“His Royal Highness Shri Sultan Hamengkubhuwono X bestow you his present. Attendees are expected to stand up.”
Mada and Tribhuwana subsequently rose from their sit.
Their eyes fixed to Green Door in front of them that slowly open.
A middle-aged man who wore simplification of his nobility clothes pass through door and taking step towards them.
And then He greeted them with the warmth of a populist.
“Welcome, Mr. President, to my humbly unpretentious shack.”While he gives them handshake seemed to protect the soul, “It’s quite long journey to come to this outskirts. I feel so gratitude for your present.”
“Ma, ma, don’t say that. It should us which want to say thank you that you’re willing accept our intrusions so early in this morning and I hope it doesn’t disturb your slumber, Your Highness.”
They become speechless unexpectedly after that courtesy unnecessary chit chat while still shaking their hands.
“….”
“….”
After a long silence, seems to break up the emptiness they suddenly burst out laughing.
“Bwahahahaha.”
“Kahahahaha.”
“Long time no see, Old man, you are still can walk with that staggering feet, huh, I thought you will sit on wheelchair for eternal time. It’s a pity.”
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“You have been doing well, Mada my boy, you’re bad mouth still running wild without control, kuh, I still can’t believe that you won the election with great margin even though you don’t want be one. Your bad luck is still strong, looks like it.”
“Bwahahahaha.”
“Kahahahaha.”
“….”
Tribhuwana doesn’t know what to do with this overly friendly situation.
She indeed knew that their connection has already lasted a very long time.
All began when Mada joint in military unit commanded by Shri Sultan.
They often performed mission operations together.
Sometimes the mission that they did not ran according to plan.
Many of the soldiers who died and not a few were hurt.
On the last mission ran by Shri Sultan, his leg was shot by anti nano-machine soldier riffle.
If it weren't for Mantra that injected by Mada, his life will no longer attached.
Since that time, their relationship was like father and son.
Both are still often communicate by telephone after Shri Sultan retired from military service and focus led the territory inherited from his father.
But Tribhuwana feels this is not the right time to reminisce.
“Can you guys stop this right now? There is a more pressing issue to be discussed. We don't have much time to waste. Therefore, Your Majesty and Mr. President, can you please be serious starting this very second? I would be very grateful when you do it.”
They then stop their chat.
“Thank you so much for your attention.”
“Don’t be. I don’t deserve it. I feel so glad to see him, my dear boy, then I forgot my duty here. I think I’m the one who need thanking you, Young Lady, and looks like it, I need to apologize as well.”
“You don’t need to be so formal, Old ma~Awww!”
Mada got hit on his head.
From his reaction that’s quite painful slap.
“Hmm~. Looks like it, I’m not losing my touch.”He said it while observing Mada, “What do you think you are doing right now? Please immediately take your sit and moving on with your purpose!”
“Aye~!”
“Awwww~!”
He got hit again.
“What do you say?”
“Yes, immediately I will take my sit.”
“Then I will tell you our purpose coming here, Your Highness.”
Tribhuwana lead the talks.
“Approximately, twelve hours ago we got the info that the South Federation sold the secret of how to manufacture the barbarians to a number of broadcasting companies. Allegedly this is done by them because they no longer need the secrets remaining on their guard and likely they had managed to make more powerful Iron forces than the barbarian.”
“That's why you guys came here to warn me that my territory most likely the first one that they would attack.”
“Yes, the probability is larger then another provinces.”
“Interesting.”
Tribhuwana doesn’t know what he thinks.
“But is that all of that?”
“Hm, what do you mean, old ma?”
Mada covers his head for upcoming slap, but that doesn’t occur.
A sudden occurrence is coming to head of Shri Sultan.
“Do you think that I believe that’s been everything? Are you sure you don’t want to meet somebody? It’s been long time since that person come down from Sacred Mountain, you know?”
Both are mutually face to face and Mada nodded to Tribhuwana.
She asked, “Was that really true?’
Sultan pretends not to know, “What are you talking about? I don’t understand a thing.”
“Is the Witch of Chandrageni Mountain coming down from her Hermitage?”
“….”
The Sultan thought what to say in advance however he opted to start with a simple sentence.
“Yes, she is.”
He relived it for moment.
“Three days ago she came to my slumber, said something that made me bewildered.”
“What did she say?”
“It will come. The wicked will come for sure. They will charge our promise for their benefit.”
“….”
“It will come. The wicked will come for sure. The inheritor of mine will be dragged to whirlpool of cataclysm.”
“….”
“It will come. The wicked will come for sure. The world will face something that they never seen before.”
“….”
“It will come. The wicked will come for sure. That, that, that is for sure, until there is one the rightful owner of the Throne.”