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The Wrath of the Grand Minister
Author: Alfonzo Perez
last update2026-01-22 11:35:30

Having settled into the inn’s common courtyard, Setiaji—whom his companions fondly addressed as Master Aji—made his way swiftly through the dimly lit corridors toward Jaya’s chamber. Within its walls, a small cadre of his most trusted allies had already gathered in quiet conference, their hushed voices weaving through the air like threads of shadow, while others remained posted at strategic points beyond the door to ward off prying eyes.

“Pray, tell me—what word have you brought us?” Aji inquired, his dark eyes gleaming with keen curiosity as he crossed the threshold. His broad shoulders were draped in a cloak of deep indigo wool, its fabric worn soft by countless journeys across the realm’s rugged terrain.

“First, sit and refresh yourself with this water,” Jaya replied, rising from his place by the earthen hearth to offer a carved wooden cup brimming with cool, clear liquid. The vessel was smooth beneath Aji’s fingers, its surface polished to a warm sheen by generations of use.

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  • Aji Vs King Surajaya

    King Surajaya fixed his gaze upon the noble-faced man before him, his features twisted into a mask of searing rage. His index finger jabbed forward, pointing accusatorially at Aji, while his teeth ground together so fiercely it seemed they might shatter beneath the weight of his boiling fury. “You have poisoned my daughter’s mind until she dares to raise her voice against me! You have turned her heart from her own blood!”Aji offered a slight, calm smile in return, his eyes holding neither fear nor malice—only a steadfast resolve that burned like a quiet flame. “If Your Majesty believes I have swayed Her Highness to my will, then you are gravely mistaken. Princess Larasati possesses a wisdom beyond her years, with a clear sight to distinguish right from wrong. The acts you have committed throughout your reign are not mere missteps—they are great and unforgivable transgressions against both your people and the very laws of honor that bind our world.”“Do not presume to teach me of hono

  • The Resilience of Larasati's Heart

    Through the winding corridors of the palace, where shadows clung like velvet to every arch and pillar, Aji and Jaya moved with the silent grace of hunters tracking their prey. It did not take long for their keen senses to lead them to the chamber where King Surajaya performed his dark rites—a room hidden deep within the eastern wing, its very walls seeming to hum with an unnatural energy that set their skin prickling with unease.Yet their advance came to an abrupt halt at the threshold, for four guards stood vigil before the heavy oak door. Clad in polished steel and dark linen, they held their post with a vigilance so absolute that it seemed not even a breath of wind could slip past them into the sacred space beyond. Their eyes scanned the dim corridor ceaselessly, their hands resting firmly on the hilts of their swords—a testament to the importance of whatever ritual unfolded within.Fate, however, had granted them a small boon: the night sky was veiled by thick banks of cloud, and

  • The Liberation of the Captives

    The two warriors emerged from Aji’s chambers after a brief but deliberate council, their minds set on a single purpose: to find where King Surajaya indulged his vile appetites. It seemed unthinkable that he would sully his own private quarters with such depravity—thus, they knew they must search the palace’s lesser-known halls and hidden chambers for the place where he kept his victims.For what felt like hours, they wandered the labyrinthine corridors of the palace, their footsteps silent against the cold marble floors. Torches cast dancing shadows across walls adorned with tapestries depicting the glory of Kalingga’s past—scenes of heroes and dragons that now felt like bitter mockeries of the realm’s current corruption. At last, their path led them to a section of the palace they had rarely traversed, where a heavy wooden door stood flanked by guards.Fifteen soldiers were posted there, their backs straight and their hands resting on their sword hilts—far more than would ever be ass

  • The Princess’s Blessing

    A flicker of sheer astonishment crossed Aji’s countenance, and in that very instant, his gaze locked with that of the Princess. The radiant maiden bowed her head low, her delicate features shadowed by a profound sense of shame—for the deeds of her father weighed heavy upon her heart like a boulder cast into still waters.“Your Highness,” Aji ventured, his voice carrying the quiet curiosity of one who sought to pierce the veil of mystery surrounding her thoughts, “what manner of vision has visited you in your dreams?”Princess Larasati closed her eyes, and a long, labored breath escaped her roseate lips. The weight of his question pressed upon her soul with such force that words themselves seemed to wither on her tongue. For deep within her heart lay a fear so potent it threatened to unmoor her resolve: that Aji might be the very figure fate had ordained to bring about her father’s end.Yet she knew, too, that her father’s unseemly conduct could not be allowed to persist unchecked. Onl

  • Breaking the Curse

    “Aji…?” Jaya whispered to himself, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes narrowed to slits, as if trying to pierce through the half-light of the corridor and the veil of his own disbelief. The figure seated at the desk ahead was bent low over a scattering of parchments, their shoulders hunched in concentration—but even from this distance, there was something familiar in the set of their spine, the way their fingers moved across the pages as if tracing words they knew by heart.Still uncertain, Jaya took slow, deliberate steps forward, his boots making no sound against the polished marble floor. The palace corridors were quiet at this hour, save for the distant tread of guards and the soft crackle of torches mounted on the walls. Each step brought him closer, and with every pace, the truth of what he saw became harder to deny.“Aji…” he called out softly, his voice carrying just far enough to reach the seated man when he was barely five meters away.The figure lifted their head t

  • Entering the Palace

    After riding for what felt like hours through the winding paths of the forest, they at last reached their destination—a structure of considerable size, its stone walls weathered by time and gnawed at by countless generations of termites. Thickets of thorny brush clawed at its foundations, while vines as thick as a man’s arm crept across its facade, draping the windows and doorways in a tangled curtain of green. Moss grew in dark patches across the crumbling mortar, and the air around it carried the scent of damp earth and decay—a smell that spoke of long years of abandonment.Setiaji’s face broke into a warm smile as he looked upon the building. “A most remarkable hiding place,” he said, his voice echoing softly in the quiet of the woods. “No soul in all Kalingga would ever suspect that human hands dwell within these walls. The very appearance of it repels all who might draw near—they see only ruin, not refuge.”“Let the exterior remain as it is,” Jaya replied, his eyes sweeping over

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