There was hardly anyone present who didn't recognize Arthas. Not recognizing the Prince in Lordaeron? Did they even want to continue living here? The nobles had great power, but don't forget the greatest power belonged to the King!
As the only Prince, with only one elder sister who hadn't married yet, Arthas couldn't be said to be showered with endless love, but he basically got whatever he wanted.
When they saw the dazzling holy light erupting from the Prince's body, the brilliant light shining upon them felt so warm. It made people involuntarily want to worship, and the inner restlessness and desires dissipated, leaving only peace and tranquility.
Arthas floated in mid-air, bathed in the sun-like holy light, receiving its power. This lasted for over a minute before ending. He slowly descended from mid-air, his tightly closed eyes opened, and a flash of light passed through them. He looked even more handsome. Although he was only fourteen, he was already nearly 1.7 meters tall. Was this still his developmental period?
"Arthas, are you alright?" A beautiful, elegant lady walked over with an anxious and concerned expression. A circular diadem on her smooth, white forehead symbolized her status as Queen. Her delicate face, with a faint smile, seemed untouched by the passage of time. Her long golden hair cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall. Her eyes were as tender as water, her nose high, her lips soft and moist, and her warm, jade-like oval face formed a perfectly charming countenance, especially her nose, which added a touch of intellectual beauty. The Queen's chest was supported by her ample bosom, which seemed about to burst, revealing her pristine white neck and her exposed forearms, which were also as flawless as jade. Her court dress was cinched at the waist, outlining the graceful curve of her slender waist, while below the waist, it dramatically expanded into a round and shapely posterior. Her two straight, slender, and perfectly toned legs made one want to admire them endlessly.
Beneath her jade-like feet, roughly ten-centimeter high heels supported this captivating figure. This was Arthas's mother, Queen Lianne. She hailed from the island kingdom of Kul Tiras, a member of the Ashvane family, one of the four great families. Her younger sister, Priscilla, was a Kul Tiran Lady and the Ashvane family's trade manager, wielding significant power. Otherwise, she would not have been noticed by the Kingdom of Lordaeron and taken as Queen. Nobles only married other nobles, while commoners were merely lovers, or perhaps not even qualified to be lovers. Beside Queen Lianne stood a woman of 1.65 meters, with a curvaceous figure. Her melon-seed shaped face featured a pair of phoenix eyes that always exuded countless charms, and her delicate small mouth concealed bright eyes and pearly teeth. Though her bust was not exceptionally large, it was remarkably round and firm, like two plump pomelos positioned on either side.
This was Arthas's elder sister, Calia Menethil! Arthas shook his head, "I'm fine, Mother, no need to worry, I'm very well. The divine guided me. I met the Ancestral Kings, and they admonished me to be diligent and strive to become a great king like Father."
"Haha! Is that so, my son? My achievements are less than one ten-thousandth of the Ancestral Kings. Are you sure you're alright?" A hearty laugh rang out as an old man wearing a crown approached. Though his hair and beard were white, he was still full of vigor. This was the King of Lordaeron, the most ambitious and cunning king, a master of political maneuvering, Terenas!
Arthas didn't have much genuine affection for this adoptive father, but after more than ten years together, even without a father-son bond, a kind of familial affection still existed. At least, he was very good to Arthas. Arthas was not a saint, but neither was he heartless.
"Yes, Father. The Holy Light guided me. The Ancestral Kings are very displeased with those green-skinned orcs from the south. They have defiled our land, slaughtered our human people, and their sins are unforgivable.
I request to participate in the Alliance war. Father is dedicating himself to the Alliance, and I wish to help him share the burden, and also to heed the teachings of the Ancestral Kings."
The atmosphere suddenly became tense. One must know that battles between armies were always extremely perilous. The Stormwind Kingdom in the south even saw its King perish with the capital, showing that in the face of war, identity was utterly useless!
Queen Lianne looked at her son with some worry. She couldn't bear for her precious son to go to war, couldn't bear for him to suffer any mishap. But no matter how worried she was, she couldn't stop it; this was a necessary trial for the Prince on his path to becoming King!
Terenas was silent for a moment. The Seven Human Kingdoms had always had friction, even wars, before the orc invasion. Only after hearing the news from the south did they briefly unite. As the leader of the Alliance, he indeed felt immense pressure. He didn't want his only son to go to war, but after some thought, he decided to agree. This would be beneficial for his son, not harmful.
"I agree. You will follow Uther and learn the art of command. Essentially, you will assist Uther, do you understand?" "Yes, Father. I will do my best!"
Arthas was ecstatic. This was a rare opportunity, a rare taste of freedom. Controlling an army meant having a voice. Having subordinates meant being able to execute his plans, develop economy and trade. With money, he could buy a few elves to play with. Imagining the slender, graceful female elves gasping beneath him, he felt a surge of excitement!
"Uther, Arthas will be your adjutant. You can order him to do anything."
Terenas wasn't simply sending his son to gain experience. There were other kings present.
He was removing Arthas's direct responsibility. He was going to assist, not to lead. Even if there was responsibility, it wouldn't fall on him, and if there was credit, he would still get a share. Moreover, since he had sent his own son, how could the other kings have it easy? Wouldn't they have to contribute something?
The kings of the other five nations were all shrewd individuals. Hearing this, they couldn't help but curse him as an old fox. On the surface, they had to praise Arthas for being promising and Terenas for his courage, and other such flattering nonsense, but they felt incredibly stifled inside.
"Yes, Your Majesty, your command is my will." Uther, one of the legendary Paladins.
Stubborn, pedantic, yet righteous and brave, it was hard to say what he was like, but his loyalty was absolutely unquestionable.