The Eternal War Kasarewang
King Kasarewang (2)

Harsa's face flushed red as her chest shot out in anger. “What?! But everyone you can cure!”

“...” The King Kasarewang was not jolted by the anger of Harsa. “You really have an easy injury, son.” He said to Harsa sympathetically.

Harsa's eyes bulged wide. Harsa looked at King Kasarewang desperately. He refrained himself from yelling at King Kasarewang in disappointment.

“Although I cannot cure you, I can do repair your hands as before. Although you may not like the way.” The King Kasarewang.

“How to?” asked Harsa, the more curious because he said he would not like it.

King Kasarewang let out a long sigh. “As you already know, I master the time decree. I can turn your time around before you get hurt, so you never get hurt.”

“Isn't that great?”

“But I can't just change your hand time. If it were just a part of it, then there would be a distortion of time between your hands and the rest of your body. It will create constant discomfort.”

“So?”

“So I have to turn the time in your brain as well and that means you, especially your body, will go back to the time before you get hurt. You didn't get to experience things for the past few months.”

Harsa was silent because she did not understand.

“The bottom line is, you won't remember what happened over the past few months because you didn't experience it. You will be younger by a few months.”

At that time, Harsa only understood what King Kasarewang was talking about. “Ngak.” Refuse directly. He would not be willing to lose his memory for the past few months. Especially when he just went to Bali with his friends.

“Ya, I know.” Said King Kasarewang not surprised.

“What Your Majesty can't cure me?” Ask Harsa in despair.

“I can, but can't.” Said King Kasarewang with a sad face to see the suffering of Harsa. When ascending the taktha, I took an oath to run the government with totality, including following the constitution that had been agreed between the first Kasarewang and the God of Life who had taught him magic.”

Harsa was silent listening. He vaguely remembered about the constitution of the Kingdom of Kasarewang, but he did not remember the details. Harsa remembers better the contents of the opening of UUD 45 that he listens to every morning than the constitution that he only reads once.

“One of the contents of that constitution, is to never use a high level Life Decree, such as the instinct element and the free will element. I can't break my vow for anything, even if it's to heal you. If I don't follow the order that my ancestors made, who will obey?”

“So, actually you can, but don't want.” Harsa replied annoyed, unaware of who was in front of him.

Patiently, Raja Kasarewang explained. “We Kasarewang can't be the same as our enemy, formskitter. You have to understand how evil such an act is. Every human being is born with the instinct to survive. It is unethical when we turn it into an instinct to serve the witch. So is the spirit and its representation, the vassal. Changing someone else's vassal is like smearing someone else's painting for our own pleasure. We will lose the ability to draw physis from the Spirit World if we change our instincts and vassals as formskitter.” does

“Even to restore my vassal like before?” harsa continued.

King Kasarewang nodded. “I have great sympathy for you, but even if I am the one who is hurt myself, I will not dare to bewitch my own vassal. But don't be sad just yet. I can help you in other ways.” Said King Kasarewang back with a small smile.

He took out an empty paper, a pink-looking piece of earth, and a seal stamp from the empty air. King Kasarewang poured a little clay on the paper and stamped the clay. For a moment, the stamp heated up and burned the clay until it no longer changed shape. King Kasarewang took the pink-looking piece of land and handed it to Harsa.

Harsa received the piece of clay from the hands of King Kasarewang. As soon as it reached his hand, the ground saw it move slightly towards the holy altar. Harsa just followed him to get there.

“So... I have to go there?” harsa asked disappointed that her hand was not healed now.

King Kasarewang nodded.

Sighing, Harsa stood up and nodded. “Alright, thank you.” He said then turned back. “Eee, how do I get out?”

King Kasarewang snapped his finger, then the colorful mosaic door was again seen in the room. “Good luck.” Said the King Kasarewang. It goes back to the kids.

Harsa stopped before her feet stepped through that door. One more time he turned to face King Kasarewang. “Can I ask you something else?”

Raja Kasarewang gives gesture, ‘ya’.

“You are talking about the promise between the first Kasarewang and the God of Life. Does that mean that the legend that the Kasarewang hero fought the second disciple was true?” ask Harsa.

“I believe my grandfather's story. He saw the incident with his own eyes.” The King replied without hesitation.

“Can't you do something with the spell that created formskitter?”

“Unfortunately not.” The King Kasarewang replied with regret.

Harsa.

Seeing the disappointment of Harsa, Raja Kasarewang smiled and added, “But maybe you can find a person who can decipher the spell.”

When Harsa heard those words, her hair was goosebumps. There is something in Raja Kasarewang's tone and smile that makes Harsa feel that the King is not talking about ‘jif’, or ‘kira’, or ‘possibly’. He spoke as if he really saw the future of Harsa and Harsa did not like it.

Without saying anything more, Harsa stepped out of the meeting room with the king. With one step, he was again outside the castle fortress of Kasarewang Kingdom. In front of him, Adi was waiting while folding his hands.

“How?” ask Adi.

Harsa showed her still stiff arm and was pitch-black. “He refused to heal my hand.” Harsa recounted his conversation with Raja Kasarewang to Adi.

“Then let's go there now.” Adi said.

Harsa. “Nah... Next week only. I'm going to school tomorrow. The final school exam is coming soon. I can't skip school on an intensive learning day.” Harsa Protests. He felt lazy to go somewhere else today. “After all my hands just feel stiff.”

“Didn't your hands not get physis?”

“Ya, but just my hand just’?”

Adi let out a long sigh, but he did not argue much. “Good. Next week, yeah. I also promised to meet Gilda, you know.” Disconnect Adi.