The knight's destiny

Episode 27's

“Now, the continent of Midfraz belongs to me,” said a burly tall rabbit beastman.

As tall as 188 cm with a fierce face, this beastman sat on the throne while twirling the king's chess pieces in his hands. White armour with a thick red coat coats the tanned surface of his skin. His long white hair was neatly unraveled on his golden-robed head.

The stiffened face did not put on a smile at all as it stared at the map of the Midfraz continent that was plastered in front of him. His round eyes that were as red as berries looked towards the Dwarf kingdom. The kingdom covered in high mountains was also covered in a blanket of snow he had conquered.

In the distance, a rabbit beastman with a huge stature of a man with a height of 170 cm stared at the beastman king. This beastman was Izot Clanscar and the person on the king's throne was Izot's own father.

Izot could not stop staring at his father as if looking at someone else. Unfriendly views and very frontal commands. All the orders and actions of the beastman king Izot witnessed were not what he expected from his father.

"What happened to you, my father?" Izot muttered asked

***

Darkness enveloped in the throne room. No one was there because the night was too late.

Izot stepped into the throne room to confirm what he had seen over the past few days. Only a gripping darkness greeted this white-spirited rabbit beastman. His steps were very slow and carefully approached to the throne of the king.

Instantly a purple light shone behind the throne that made Izot stop while swallowing his own saliva. These long ears try to capture the information without the need to go any further.

"Truely my master, the Dwarf is now mine. Soon Midfraz would submit under the rule of the Undead, in the embrace of the god Urugol."

The familiar voice widened Izot's eyes and almost made him scream in shock. His father, who was the beastman king and ruler of Midfraz, said as if he were the courier of the Undead race, leaving Izot speechless in his pensive state.

"Who's there!"

The screams from Izot's father suddenly made Izot flutter. Without thinking for a long time, he hastened out while continuing to think.

"What was that? The undead? Midfraz power? God Urugol?" Izot thought he was starting to mess up.

Izot ran as far away as he could, rejecting what he had just heard.

***

"Is this it?" murmured Izot opened a dusty book.

The old room with several spider webs spun on several sides became where Izot searched for information. The dusty bookshelves on the rows of slightly weathered wooden shelves attracted Izot to continue reading the existing sheet by sheet.

"Nothing?" murmured Izot once again while staring around.

The dark room was rather dim with the light of a lump of flint that became the explanation of Izot's view. Izot opened the book once more, but found nothing he was looking for. A long sigh blew the spirit of this rabbit beastman.

Not long after, Izot stared at the old map hanging on the wall. A map of the Midfraz continent complete with the location of each kingdom. Izot's attention was immediately drawn to a location that might be the place he was looking for. The sanctuary of the humans, the Mimo Kingdom.

***

The dim sunlight rained down on a large kingdom with all-white buildings. A large castle with a round dome to attract the eyes of Izot who was visiting.

Wearing a large hood to cover his rabbit ears, Izot walked on the neatly arranged cobbled streets. There was hardly a train passing by and everyone seemed to be smiling kindly at each other.

The buildings are neatly arranged from residential areas to shops. The scenery is all white and friendly people become a typical welcome in this Mimo kingdom.

"Very peaceful," Izot murmured glanced at the lyrics of the surrounding community.

Izot continued to walk up to a large temple. Many worshippers had just come out with smiles on their faces and some priests dressed in all white were conversing.

Without the slightest hesitation, Izot went straight inside the temple. He noticed some people were praying to the goddess Mitaya, the goddess of the human race itself. His quick and futile steps led him to a rather large library.

"Is there anything I can help you with?" asked a man with a white, hooded veil covering his face.

"No, I just want to find something" Izot replied while researching each bookcase.

"This is the holy house, seek whatever your soul needs" continued the man who then approached Izot while whispering softly, "even if you are not human."

Izot immediately held the handle of his sword which his hand had been grasped by the human. The horses opened and his body stiffened, Izot gulped his saliva while breathing rather slowly in order to prepare for the worst.

"Follow me, O seeker of truth," asked the hooded Man.

***

"Who are you?" Izot asked, looking at the hooded man.

The reply that made Izot speechless while continuing to think. The vast field without any sign of humans in sight became where these two people discussed.

"I wonder what a beastman in the Mimo kingdom is doing" said the hooded man with a grin on his face.

"Wire, this person is dangerous," Izot's inner self as he mounted the horses and held the hilt of his sword.

"There is no need to be so vigilant," continued the man while removing his hood.

A smile streaked across his face, hair and eyes as red as rubies shone. That person was a very young Rugborth. His white tunic and black pants became clothes that covered the skin. A person with a sword at his waist without armor stood before Izot now who was still on guard.

"You also want to look for the year, right? The truth of the world and the game of the gods" said Rugborth offering snacks to try to reduce tension.

***

"So, is that what it looks like?" ask Izot in a flat tone.

"Yep, like that. The gods made us kill each other. I don't know what the goal is, but I think it's pretty outrageous" Rugborth replied casually.

These two people were sitting next to each other while staring at the blue clear sky. He occasionally let out a long sigh while continuing to think about what had really happened.

“It's unfair if we have to fight the undead and fairy, they are a strong race,” said Izot somewhat sighed.

“Yes, that's not fair. But that's what happens and sooner or later, Midfraz will also go to war with them,”

"Regarding my father earlier, –"

"If you swear you won't hurt the human race, I'll obey you" Rugborth cut Izot's line.

"Wait, wait, I didn't mean it that way," Izot looked at Rugborth shaking his head and moving his hand as if to explain the situation, "you are a good person, I'm sure you can replace your father and become a great king, but –"

Rugborth just silently returned Izot's gaze with a serious and earnest look. There was not the slightest doubt in Rugborth's eyes. Without words, Izot could tell how much Rugborth wanted his people not to participate in this war game.

"Alright, help me usurp my father's throne and I will guarantee the welfare of the human race" Izot continued with eyes that avenged Rugborth's seriousness.

A few months after that, Rugborth led an army of humans to make a blatant frontal assault on the beastman king. Izot on the other hand helped to weaken the beastman army from within with his influence and doctrine.

The nearly week-long war resulted in thousands of lives being wasted on the battlefield. The beastman king was defeated, too bad Rugborth had to be forced to kill Izot's father before Izot's own eyes.

The results did not change, only that Izot did not win the Midfraz throne war, but Rugborth. The light from the beastman's place of worship seemed to fade away when the war ended. As if no more blessings had descended from the gods, Izot and Rugborth were convinced that the goddess Furmur was dead.

Although the human race held sway over Midfraz, but not once did the difference between humans and beastmen appear. Izot does not dispute the Midfraz throne, he is only happy because Rugborth does not discriminate against the race they have defeated where the losing side should accept the rules of the victor, which means death for the beastman race.

Several years passed and the relationship between the two kings was better with each other. The two had a family and finally had offspring until gray hair began to appear on the head.

***

"Do you know that this crop failure was caused by the Luxorn family?"

"Yes, because of them, the goddess Furmur died. Said the god of fertility curse befalling Midfraz."

"Yes, right. They bring curse and disaster. If only Rugborth had not taken the position of beastman king, we might not have been exposed to this curse."

"Ah serem ah's. I don't want the monsters to come to my field anymore."

"Not just disease and plague, monster attacks too?"

"If only we let it go, maybe we can keep in good touch with the beastman race and still be endowed with fertility in this Midfraz."

"Yes, because of Rugborth, we all have to accept the impact of the curse."

"That's fine, right."

Hot gossip spread along with the coming of plague, disease, disaster, and even the attacks of the monsters. Gossip that expressed dislike for Rugborth's actions against the beastman king first.

Heats up and heats up. Gossip eventually becomes a belief as well as a way of view as the problem comes to no end. Slowly the less satisfied people finally demanded the king of Rugborth and branded the entire Luxorn family as a cursed family.

A war ensued, but this time it was a war to overthrow the Luxorn family, and the one leading the resistance forces was the noble Buron von Buran of the kingdom of Burana.

Much of the blood that was spilled included king Rugborth, his son also including the mother of Lithia. After the government changed, a lot changed. It included a rule that said that the beastman race was nothing more than a talking beast race. The beastman race was suppressed and fought in the name of the Midfraz ruler.