Gate: Thus the Sorcerous Kingdom Fought There

CHAPTER 37: A Godly Meeting

"Ugh! How dare you!?" Zorzal was thrown on the ground groaning as he got up. In his eyes a murderous light, humiliated after being snatched away so violently.

"Where the hell have you brought me!?" Removing the sack from his head, an unknown place came before his vision.

It was eerily familiar, resembling the inside of a battlefield tent. More specifically, a tent he himself as well used to use and reside in under his campaigns. Yet, from the first sight, it was visible, it was not made from canvas, but some kind of animal leather. Most likely designed to protect from the cold environment and keep the warmth in.

"The environment also implies it is the tent of some highly ranked individual." yes, he recognized right away the lavish furnishing only specific to high ranked officers.

"Ah! Prince Zorzal! It is so good to see you!" turning his head, he immediately came to see a strange being behind the office desk, playing with what looked like three glass balls. "I hope your way here was not too traumatic." the one behind the counter chuckled low and sly. "Please, forgive my rudeness. Anything to eat, drink?" he motioned towards the things above on his desk, trying to be polite.

"A warrior bunny?! So that bitch schemed against me? How pathetic!" Zorzal snarled, looking disgusted towards the person before him. He would not fall for the schemes of his former slave. He would rather die than do so!

"Hmm. Ah! Yes! You must be speaking about the former queen of warrior bunnies, Tyuule."

"Yes! And what of it! Don't worry, after I finish with you, I will send her and every bastard demi-human after you in hell!"

Immediately, the guards pointed their weapons against Zorzal, making him sweat and grit his teeth seeing the direness of his situation.

"Easy there!" the male warrior bunny raised his hand, and every present force backed, returning to their original position. "We don't want our new guest to be nervous. Do we? Let me introduce myself!" the leader stood up, placing his hands on his chest gently. "I am the one people call the "Khan." I lead this "small" coalition of my people. It is an "honour," meeting the heir of the Saderan Empire's throne."

"Naturally!" Zorzal shrugged his shoulder, his tone dripping in pride and venom. "So, what do you want, "Khan"? I assume you did not kidnap me out of your good heart. There must be something you want from us."

"Of course not! That's not my original intention." this warrior bunny with the moustache and white hair... Honestly, if not the lack of chest, and the moustache, Zorzal would have mistaken him with the former warrior bunny queen. His face was just that androgynous.

"Then? What do you want from me?" Zorzal snorted, walking to the drinks, pouring some alcohol for himself, eating some cheese with it.

It seemed he was not concerned about drinking or eating the wares his kidnapper offered. Worse, the man not even considered the food and beverages may be poisoned — or was simply an idiot, and not suspected such ploy.

But, considering things, he might as well alleged he was not kidnapped just to be poisoned and killed here. Indeed, no matter how much a tyrannous half-witted person Zorzal was, he had his moments of clarity.

"We are here to colonize." the man revealed, turning to the vast map painted over the leather, scrutinizing it.

"You are out of your mind!" Zorzal just scoffed at the idea. "We would never allow you! The people will rise for their true Emperor! We will drive you out! As I drove out your pathetic kind from your lands previous. Just like back then, just like now, you half-humans were never truly clever were you? Even now, you speak nonsense!"