The Search for Freedom

We were going inside the mansion when I remembered that many people might become hindrances to me in doing the necessary things which could help me get rid of the curse. Especially my personal maid, Amara Spicy, who was so inquisitive. She might also leave the mansion if I did not be truthful about the weird things that were happening to me those days.

I was confused when Alicia halted in front of the antiquated mirror and seemed to be scrutinizing her own reflection. There were probably a lot of mysteries about it since, though eons would pass, it was still there. My parents had never told me anything about that mirror, and every time I would ask, they were always changing the topic.

I didn't know if it was true that the mirror was older than my grandparents. I could say they were not telling the truth to me, but I knew how they would tell the truth and the unreal ones. That didn't matter if sometimes they believed that if they told me everything, I had nothing to discover.

"Is there something wrong with that mirror?" I queried.

"Nothing," Alicia gasped.

"Mom told me that it was older than her mother. She inherited this from my grandmother and maybe from my great-grandmother, but I don't know if it was true."

"Do you mean you don't believe what your parents told you?" "Perhaps." I sighed.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Well, I can't contradict: you know your parents more than I do."

Alicia seemed to be lying in telling me that I knew my parents more than she did, because it was still in my mind what she told me before, that she had been watching me for many years.

"Yeah, but I want to know about the people who work here. What if they notice the weird things happening to me?" I asked while walking towards the upholstered couch, and Alicia sat down there, too.

"Don't worry. That won't happen, especially since you're their boss, and they won't dare ask you. But if they will, don't tell them anything, especially about me."

"Of course I won't!" I remarked. I knew they would only think I had already lost my mind if I told them about Alicia.

"Don't worry about the people around this mansion; leave them to me and focus on your power. Focus on killing a hundred people so that you can quickly get rid of the curse," Alicia advised.

I could not be removed from worrying about anything that might happen. I knew they might become hindrances to my freedom, for even though there were only a few people left, they were still trying to cage me. But then everything was better than before. My atmosphere had become spacious, and I could move without someone following me wherever I went.

The only one who was watching me was Alicia, and everything was better than before, for she had a different intention, which was to help me. I didn't need to worry too much because she wasn't as demonic as I thought. And if someone was watching me all the time, that wasn't a thing to worry about, for they were only showing care.

"So, where do you want to start your mission?"

"I don't know." I interrogated. "I don't know where to start."

I realized that there was always a difficulty in facing the beginning of the road that someone was going to take. It needed a little sacrifice and hardship, for everything was difficult before it became easy. Though it seemed like from whatever angle I would look, there wasn't even a tiny bit of freedom in the freedom I solely wanted.

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"Why wouldn't you use the power of your vision?" Alicia asked.

"You're right, but I don't know what I want to see," I replied.

"Don't tell me that you don't want to kill me."

"Of course-I mean, I don't know, if I want? It's so difficult for me to know where to start. Why won't you suggest me a place where there are many bad people?"

"You don't really need to choose who to kill. Try thinking that everyone has their time to die, and you'll kill anyone who's in your way. If they won't die, then they are lucky, but if they will, then it means that you're lucky. There's no unlucky in that moment, especially if you don't show your weakness. Now, you're unlucky because you need to do it faster because the curse will definitely attack you anytime."

"You're a bit wicked. But you have a point; everyone has their own time to die. What I only want is not to be incriminated."

Alicia suddenly held my arm and said that she would take me to the place where there were a lot of people to be terminated. I tried to remove her hand from mine and complained that I wasn't ready, but it was too late. In a second, we emerged in an unfamiliar place, which seemed far from the mansion because the weather there was very different.

"What are we doing here?" I asked in a curious manner.

"You're clever enough to know why we are here," Alicia replied. "Do you see those boys ahead? They are all six boys there. If you kill them all, there will be ninety-nine left. So what are you waiting for?"

What kind of woman was Alicia? I didn't want to count the people I was going to kill, but she did it for me. There was one more thing. Did Alicia not know how to count? Why did she say that if I could kill those six boys, there would be ninety- nine left and not ninety-six? Maybe she didn't know the exact word to say, and it didn't matter anymore, because I hated counting them for the sake of my conscience.

"But I don't know how to fight them. Did you see that they are big and look strong? They will only kick me, and I don't know what will happen to my beautiful face."

"You're so stagy, and you also lack trust in yourself. So how can we be free if you're doing that?" Alicia asked.

"But!" I tried to complain, but she was pushing me.

"Don't worry too much. I will be here in case of an emergency. I will help you if there's something bad to happen." "Okay, but don't leave me here," I ordered.

I walked towards the boys who were sitting on the benches below the shades of tall trees on the roadside. There were no more houses or people there, but benches, trees, tall weeds, and a long concrete road without any transportation, which was taking.

The thick smoke from their cigarettes was floating in with the warm wind. Perhaps they were hangouts who could do nothing with their lives but join in bad vices without thinking about their roles in the world. Some were wearing plain shirts, trousers, pants, slippers, and hats, while others were not even wearing any shirts, like addicts.

However, even though their appearances were such that they didn't seem to care what effect their vices might have had on their health, I couldn't say they deserved to die, though their vices were the ones that might kill them, and though I didn't want to kill people, I had no choice anymore, because I knew that my freedom lay in their death.