honor bound
I suppose that this is how I percieve Miklotov's honor thing, and what he probably thinks he's fighting for.
Timeline-wise, this takes place anytime after Miklotov joins the party, and fanfic series-wise it should be read after reading Camus' one.

A Knight's first duty is to that of his liege lord.

I am human first.

I am Knight second.

Therefore, I dropped my title before the idiot of a man I had once known as my liege lord for a young teenager years below my age.

I place my faith in him.

Do I do it willingly?

Then again, do I have a choice?

I fight for his cause, and for my own.

Am I wrong?

Ultimately, will we fail to push back the threat that is the Highland, and restore peace to this land once again?

If we fail--If I fail--the vow I made upon those slain refugees would mean nothing. The vow I made upon the lost people of Muse would mean nothing.

Failure is not an option.

But like any human, I have my doubts.

Is the only thing true to me my sword?

Is the only other person I can trust truly Camus, and the members of this now united State army?

Will we succeed?

By my sword, we will.

My honor is my life.

***


Miklotov dismounted, patting his horse when it whickered softly, breaking the peace of the early morn.

The former Blue Knight stroked his horse absently as he gazed off towards brilliant sunrise from the high vantage point his unit had selected. Shu had given the order for the troops to deploy, and Miklotov had decided to spend a quiet moment amidst nature's awakening serenity before marching off to yet another battle against the Highland. He barely noticed the shuffling of his unit of former Blue Knights from behind, men who knew better than to disturb the atmosphere any further by speaking.

From the plateau he stood upon, Miklotov could already see the distant banner of the Highland army fluttering in the early morning breeze. This was a battle to be remembered... if they won, they were one step closer to victory.

If they lost, everything they had worked for would end in utter tragedy.

Through the corner of his eye, Miklotov saw a messenger approach him and bow low. "My lord, Shu gives his signal to attack the advancing army."

Miklotov nodded, briefly closing his eyes to achieve the calm he needed before battle. "Very well... we will commence the attack."

He mounted his horse in unison with his men. Drawing out his sword, he kissed its crown then held it high into the air. In the young sunlight, it flashed a brilliant, encouraging light.

"For Lord Jinkou! For honor!"

For victory.

With that heartfelt shout, Miklotov led the charge.