Spoiler: RR version
The Mournful Sorrow
On Jesifer's chamber in the sharp tall tower of Jelfyr. After Criselia and Jesifer have bathed and Jesifer has worn her royal dress: Due to Criselia's perverted attitude, Jesifer, the queen sometimes, wonders if Criselia can able to cure Yaume, the lil sis of Sai Mea. She gazes at Criselia currently picking some soft cotton whole dresses in the wardrobe while the four maids are standing on the left side.
“I choose this one and this one,” has said by Criselia. “But, it's sadden me to find out you weren't wearing them.”
It's like she owns those... has thought by Jesifer. “I'm not fashionable person. Most of those are gifts and souvenirs of people who wanted something in return.” She gasps.
“Jesifer, want to see me dressing?” has asked by Criselia.
Jesifer denies, “Don't compare me to you. I don't have any foul thoughts.” Two of the maids help Criselia in wearing the dress. The other two prepare some cosmetics but Criselia rejects their offer so they pouch the other dress instead.
“But, I like your moans,” has said by Cresilia.
Suddenly blushing, she gazes away from Cresilia. “Please, shut up.” Most of the maids chuckle. She asks, “You won't fail me, right?”
“For making you moans?”
Flustered as she is, Jesifer replies, “I'm talking about Yaume.”
Criselia smiles. She stares pleasantly at Jesifer. “So long as those physicians won't do unnecessary gamble.”
“My crew has probably informed them.”
“I see … But I'm wondering of why there are plenty of guards on the tower. Why is it irregular from earlier?” Her reaction causes Jesifer to think. Criselia loudly speaks, “Please, do not be afraid. I know you are there. Woman in black suit seems like we meet again.”
Trembling as she emerges behind of Jesifer, Maritis waves her hand to Criselia. “Hi, you probably mistaken me for someone.” How comes she discovered my hiding. And why she is here on the first place.
Jesifer speaks, “You have come back. Why have not you tell me about her?”
Trembling in fear, the woman in black suit closes her eyes with her face of salty smile. “My highness... I don't know her.”
“Liar, liar,” has labeled by Criselia. “She tried to seduce my poor Jiano that time.”
This Jesifer stares at Maritis who replies, “I'm telling the truth. Please, believe me. My highness...” She kneels one knee and her head bows down.
“Won't you forgive her?” has asked by Jesifer to Criselia who smiles back. Then she asks Maritis, “How's Yuame?”
“My highness, those physicians have come and are waiting and will watch to how the patient could be treated. And Yaume is still in deep sleep. Yaume's father is under too much concerned on Yaume and his wife—” She just sees Jesifer who is silent. “—my highness...”
Jesifer says to Criselia, “Let's be off there now?”
Criselia has stood and she throws the pouch to Maritis who has caught it. She grabs Jesifer's arm and Maritis arm. Her face ogles near to Maritis face. “I can read mind if you allow me.” Her words frighten and tremble Maritis. “Think where this Yaume lives.”
Afraid as she is, Maritis wonders. And suddenly the three of them disappear.
In Amahaon Residence, in the house of Sai Mea's Family; in the wide living room where walls are varnished of golden-brown and fastened with frames of people from previous generations, while the flowers on their stands beside the corners columns and long cushion seat where two chatting maids are resting: Criselia and the two— under the jet lag —Jesifer and Maritis walk in the red-carpeted pathway, leading to a staircase with two intersected stairs, in the right and left.
The father of Yaume feels relieved when someone has informed him about a person can cure her daughter. The news makes him haste to his daughter's room where different kind of physicians, scholars, and herbalists are gathered. His ease emotion ends when he hears inside the room the vulgar laughter of a woman, Criselia, followed by the low criticizing murmur of old people.
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“So, that how it is.” Then Criselia chuckles.
Much of the people find Criselia's attitude inappropriate in front of Jesifer, the queen. To his concerned, Yaume's father asks the physicians, “Who is she? And what's with this ruckus?”
“Sir Duego,” has replied by a white beard fat man. “She's supposed to cure your child.”
“What is so funny?” has asked by Jesifer to Criselia.
On the other side, Maritis can't bath in due to Criselia's presence suppressing herself to commit unnecessary acts.
“Forgive me,” has replied by Criselia. Her words give warned to Jesifer, whose mouth turns cold and numb, she becomes confused and her mind falls empty; she feels guilty. “There's nothing I can do,” has followed by Criselia.
The first time that everyone around witnesses except Duego, Jesifer’s tears flow from her eyes. She's shaking. “How dare you. I'm expecting too much considering you highly assured your words. How come you do this to me! You wasted my time! I can probably find ... an other way to save Yaume. I can't forgive you!” Trying to reach Criselia, Maritis holds firmly Jesifer's wrist.
“Be at ease my highness,” has said by Maritis. “That woman means no harm. Please trust and believe whatever she says.”
“You're telling me to just accept everything.”
“My highness, even our hands had ended someone's precious. We can't be bias. Woman, please speak.”
“Thank you,” has replied by Criselia. “So everyone, let's leave Jesifer alone with the child.”
While going to the exit, one of the people speak to someone, “Well, nothing of us can do, so neither she is.” And a conversation begins.
Holding the door knob, Maritis stares at Jesifer who is gazing down and holding her endured forearm. Then Maritis closes the door leaving Jesifer inside the room.
Guilty on her feelings, she can't think of anything, rather than remembering the smile of her beloved Yaume, her sisterly friend. She cries. She walks. And onto the bed she caresses Yaume's forehead. Much of her tears fall onto Yaume's forehead. “This is all my fault. Only if I haven't come back to the throne. Yaume, please open your eyes. Speak my name again. Do not leave me. You want to be a princess right?” She smiles. “It can't be help. Before I told you to not cry. Please wake up. Tell me, your highness please don't cry... Yaume, please, I want to hear your voice again. I already lost my father and mother, but why this is so hurt.” She lies on the bed, hugging the sleeping child while she's shaking as she cries much. “Please be awake. I can't lose you...”
Meanwhile outside the bedroom while the other people walk to the wide living room, the worried father of Yaume grabs Criselia's wrist and he speaks with usual strong voice, “Is there no cure for my child.”
“Oh, young man,” has replied by Criselia.
“Please, do not call me young. I'm older than you. You're not blind.”
“If you say so. About your child, she isn't sick nor she’s sleeping. She is also not in trauma. Her soul isn't on her body.”
“Her soul isn't on her body? What do you mean?”
“Precisely, you people don't know about swint?”
“I'm not a researcher. I'm living a healthy and normal life. Forgive me, if I'm not intelligent like some of my family. Give me the details. I want to understand.”
“Swints are norims with more souls. Jesifer belongs to the race. Basically there are plenty of kind of souls. But in terms of swint, we will tackle two kinds. One is the major and the other is minor.”
“I'll be listening.”
“Major soul is living inside our physical body the vessel. It means, the major soul is our entity. And the other is the minor, which contains special attributes but unlike major soul, minor soul can't function as we do. Only us major soul can make them function.”
“I can't get the relation. Can you add more simple details?”
Criselia sighs. She only notices Maritis leaning near the door who's also listening. She continues, “I haven't finish. For example, there are two kind of emodes. Both are fire emode. One of them is also a swint. The differences of them are; one has a minor soul of fire and one has the tiny fragment of minor soul of fire.
“In one throw; the other, who isn't a swint, throws a fireball. And the other, who is a swint can throw five or more fireballs at one time.”
“Okay, I understand now. So how does it affect to my daughter and Jesifer?”
“Once a swint loses one of her minor soul. If they're not aware of this phenomena, they can rob the souls of their nearby love ones.”
As Maritis hears her, she also finds Duego speechless. Criselia, who are you? And why I tremble when you're near. How comes sir Duego speaks lightly to you.
“You mean, Jesifer has the soul of my daughter,” has replied by Duego.
“Yes, this mostly occurs when a swint loses control. And I know how to return it,” has assured by Criselia.
“Then why haven't you done it? I can give you half of my wealth.”
“Young man, I don't need your money.”
“I'm older.” He grabs Jesifer shoulders. “Please I'm begging you. Please help me return the soul of my daughter back to her body. ”
“There is some problem.”
“What? Tell me. What is it?”
“Your child's body has occupied by a minor souls. And only minor souls can be merge to major souls. Unless it’s major souls to major souls. They won't merge but only occupy on one body.”
“How does it possible? My daughter isn't a swint.”
“Yes, she isn't a swint. But Jesifer is. Your child's soul and Jesifer's minor soul had swapped place.”
“So, that's how is it,” has said by Maritis. “So, my highness wasn't trying to kill Yaume. But the souls were swapped place instead. Sir Duego, you are also a witness that time.”
Duego gasps and he speaks to Criselia, “Woman, what will happen if major souls merge to minor souls?”
“The major soul malfunctions and shatters to many particles of souls.”
“Can we eject the minor soul instead, woman?”
“You become brighter young man. But, that's impossible. We need the authority of major soul in the same body.”
He holds his forehead. “Is there a thing we can do? Woman please tell me. I can give you anything in return. I can't accept the fact that I lose my daughter. Please, woman. I've treasured my family.”
“There is. But you need to believe and pray... For now allow Jesifer to be alone with the child.”
The warm feeling a person feels
Like nature that needs to preserve
A wonderful thing, people share
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