The knight's destiny
Episode 31
“Buron! How dare you lie to me!”
Morgan's furious shout echoed throughout the room. A space of three square meters consisting of damp bricks as floors, walls, and roofs. There was only one small hole the size of twenty square centimeters as a window and the room could be clearly seen emptiness from behind the row of iron pipes that limited the room itself.
Morgan's two hands were shackled in a medium-sized chain attached to the wall behind him. The long black haired man did not wear any armor but just a simple tunic and pants.
“BURON!”
Morgan's jaw docked and made his teeth flutter looking at a man standing haughtily before Morgan's own eyes.
“Be quiet traitor. Enjoy your time here forever,” said Buron with his cold gaze leaving Morgan behind unkempt damp bars.
The golden-crowned man walked out to his throne as king of the kingdom of Midia. His dark blue eyes only stared blankly ahead while supporting his slanted head using one hand.
“It turns out he is not dead yet, this will be troublesome,” said Buron while occasionally complaining of annoyance.
“But, it does not affect.”
A black-robed and hooded figure suddenly emerged from behind the dark shadow. Hovering without even a little bit of his feet touching the surface of the floor. His head lifted slightly and revealed a very old face look as if his face was just a skull layered with skin only.
“Of course will not interfere. Mr. Vandalus' plan was perfect. With this, I will be the representative of the human race, right?” asked Buron somewhat flatly on the cloaked figure.
“Of course. By the great god Urugol, the Undead will rule Midfraz and you will have your share, ” replied the cloaked figure.
“But I have to admit, Qwuq, your plan is not bad either,” Buron fiddled with a king chess piece between his fingers, “Curse on the agricultural and livestock sectors, weather control, monster summoning, etc, plus issues and gossip about Rugborth. It's easy for me to get this position with a society that's easy to lie to.”
“Be aware of your position, you are no more valuable than a pawn. Be thankful that lord Vandalus appointed you as the representative of the human race,” rebuked Qwuq as he pointed at the Fugitive with his wrinkled thin fingers.
“Of course, of course. I don't want to die fast like that.”
“Good.”
“Now …. Final stage plan,” Buron put the king chess piece he held onto a chessboard where other pieces already appear to move with their respective patterns, “Once more, and end. Midfraz will be mine completely.
