The scroll unfolds to reveal an ancient, magical parchment depicting a massive cannon-wielding warship with four masts soaring into the sky, white sails billowing, and cannons extending from its sides, seemingly ready for battle at any moment.
Windsor immediately recognized it as the Sea's Sovereignty, the flagship of Jaina's father, Admiral Daelin, the symbol of the maritime Overlord of the Maritime Kingdom of Kul Tiras, which sank into the sea along with Admiral Daelin.
The scroll spontaneously combusted without wind, and an incredibly bright purple light shot into the sky. Windsor looked up in astonishment and saw the massive hull of the Sea's Sovereignty appear in the air—a strange ghost ship sailing through the sky.
"No! No! What have you done?" Benedictus stared in horror at the Sea's Sovereignty the sky as rows of Arcane Cannons glowing purple emerged from the ship's hold and were aimed at Benedictus.
"Abandon the seal! Abandon! Defend! Defend with all your might!" Benedictus shouted.
The Priests quickly stopped casting spells and chanted in unison, their Power of the Holy Light coalescing to form layer upon layer of golden shields that withstood the arcane barrage from the Sea's Sovereignty.
Jaina quickly reverted to human form, grabbed the Marshal Windsor, and with a flash of Arcane light, the two were standing at the bow of the Sea's Sovereignty, a gentle breeze ruffling Jaina's long golden hair.
"Benedictus, have you forgotten? I am the Daughter of the Sea. In the distant Maritime Kingdom of Kul Tiras, terrible Legendary about me still circulate. You would make such a mistake, wouldn't you!"
Jaina beamed with pride, the Anchor-shaped Silver Necklace around her neck shimmering. The Sea King slowly sailed away, disappearing into the air, leaving only a ripple of water that gradually faded away.
Benedictus stared blankly at the sky, a look of regret on his aged face!
"By the Holy Light, I was wrong. I made a mistake I shouldn't have made. Kingdom of Stormwind can't withstand any more turmoil. Why did this happen? What should I do?"
Benedictus muttered to himself, deeply remorseful, and at that moment he suddenly began to doubt the Holy Light.
The Black Dragon Princess emerged from the shadows and nodded to Benedictus: "I always thought Stormwind City was just a bunch of incompetent and selfish nobles, but I never expected you to stand up for me at such a crucial moment."
Upon seeing the Black Dragon Princess appear, Benedictus asked in surprise:
"Countess Katrana Prestor, so you've been watching all along. Why didn't you help me keep Jaina here? Onyxia, the Black Dragon Princess, I thought you were truly protecting Stormwind City."
The Black Dragon Princess shrugged and laughed dismissively, "No, we share the same goal, but I despise your methods. They're utterly uninteresting. Seeing you reminds me of my younger self, just as Recklessness. You should know who Jaina serves. If you leave her here, Medivh won't let you off the hook."
Benedictus sighed deeply and said nonchalantly:
"I know, but what can I do? I may not have your wings, but I have my own special methods. At worst, I can leave Stormwind City. Besides, with you in front of me, if Medivh wants to cause trouble, he'll have to bother you first. But you have reminded me that Stormwind City is no longer safe. We should both think about our own escape routes."
Gazing at the group of devout Stormwind City Priests bathed in Holy Light, and the Steadfast Twilight's Hammer cultists in the distance, their unwavering will and relentless pursuit of power, Benedictus felt a pang of reluctance, but he knew he had to make his choice.
The Sea's Sovereignty sailed through the air, heading towards the vast seas near Stormwind City.
Jaina's Anima was not yet fully developed. The moment Marshal Windsor unfurled the scroll, he had already come to his senses, realized he had done something wrong, and regretted his lack Steadfast willpower.
"Do you regret it, Marshal Windsor?"
Jaina stood atop the wooden crate, looking down at him with a smug gleam in her beautiful eyes, and smiled:
"That's right, I lied to you. My purpose in coming to Stormwind City was to drag the Alliance into war, to become the Horde's pawn, and to help Thrall resist Arthas's Scourge."
"It wasn't Arthas who destroyed Lordaeron, it was the Orcs, it was Thrall, right?" Marshal Windsor asked with a pained expression.
"You finally saw through it, simple deception and lies." Jaina gazed at the rolling ocean and said self-deprecatingly, "Just as you suspected, I am Medivh's henchman, the Horde's lackey. All along, I have been working for Thrall. I'm sorry to have disappointed you."
Why would you do this? Have you forgotten that you are human?
"Of course I haven't forgotten. From a very young age, I knew that I was a human, not an ugly Troll." For some reason, Jaina suddenly became furious. Her emotions fluctuated wildly, as if she couldn't control the magic within her. Her eyes blazed with Flames, and she was on the verge of going berserk.
Jaina gripped the edge of the railing, struggling to support herself, and screamed, "Who can understand me? Who knows what I've been through?"
"Ugly Troll?" Marshal Windsor didn't quite understand what he meant, and looked puzzled. Jaina's appearance was truly terrifying, so he quickly hid behind the mast.
Jaina roared, her magic surging, unleashing a barrage of spells: Blizzards, Cone of Cold, Fireballs, and Pyroblast. Windsor was terrified and ran in all directions, desperately trying to dodge them.
After a long while, Jaina calmed down, tidied her wet, disheveled hair, and revealed a perfect smile, "Marshal Windsor, would you like to hear my story?"
Marshal Windsor sat slumped on the deck, drenched in sweat. Jaina gazed at the vast ocean, towards Kul Tiras, her homeland, a place filled with memories.
"I always thought of myself as the jewel of Kul Tiras, the most beautiful pearl on the sea. I grew up carefree, recklessly expending my youth and beauty. At that time, I didn't realize that I was actually quite incompetent. I wasn't as brave and skilled in battle as my two brothers, much less adept at social maneuvering as my mother. Whenever my father went to sea, she always managed to handle everything back home. She was adept at navigating the relationships between nobles and balancing the various factions. Her sophisticated political skills were something I could never learn in my entire life."
Jaina tilted her head, thought for a moment, and then gave a bitter smile, a gray veil settling over her bright eyes. "I don't know how I offended Lady Ashvane, my mother's best friend, who wields extraordinary influence in Kul Tiras. You see, the only thing I'm proud of is inheriting my mother's striking beauty. Many people have come to propose marriage, and for the sake of Kul Tiras, I know I have no choice but to marry someone I don't even know."
Marshal Windsor understood perfectly well that an ordinary noblewoman would ultimately become a victim of a political marriage, while the nobles would enjoy a life of luxury—this was a price that had to be paid.
"Back then, my father was often at sea, and my mother managed the affairs of the kingdom. That damned Lady Ashvane constantly tried to sow discord between us. Although I tried my best to explain, it was too late to change anything, and my mother grew increasingly cold towards me. Lady even influenced my marriage. She arranged a marriage for me that would greatly benefit Kul Tiras, but for me, it was a plunge into a bottomless pit of fire, and my mother actually agreed. When I begged my father and brother, they didn't stand by my side. Only then did I realize that in their hearts, I was as insignificant as a speck of dust. When you don't possess great power, you are merely a target to be trampled on. No one respects you; you are just a weed, accompanied only by the bitter tears of despair in the dead of night."
Recalling that past event, Jaina's face twisted completely, and she said viciously:
"I hate them."