Jaina, my poor daughter.
Daelin gazed sadly at Jaina floating in the air. The little girl he remembered had grown into a remarkable mage. Daelin had thought he could face it calmly, but when the moment came, he realized he wasn't prepared.
"Why? Why did you hurt Kalecgos?"
Jaina glared angrily and loudly reprimanded her father.
Looking at her blonde daughter with surprise, Daelin realized that her daughter was already a young woman and should have her own love life.
But Kalecgos is by no means a good match. Not to mention that Dragonkin and humans are two completely different life forms with huge racial differences, how could Kalecgos, a useless member of the Blue Dragonflight, be worthy of the excellent Jaina?
Like any ordinary father, Daelin had extremely high expectations for her son-in-law. She said indignantly, "No, no, Jaina, you and Kalecgos are impossible. Give up! Don't be fooled by his sweet talk. Damn it, how could you have such a stupid idea?"
"You call me foolish, Father!"
Jaina emphasized her words, a mocking smile playing on her lips:
"I'm sorry, I'm very uncomfortable with this title, Admiral Daelin. In fact, you've never truly fulfilled your responsibilities as a father. I don't blame you for being at sea so often; after all, you have many things to do. But even when the family is together, you always seem to ignore my presence."
Daelin nodded helplessly. Because of the prophecy of the Tidesages, Daelin inevitably felt wary of Jaina and her attitude towards her differed. Daelin sincerely explained:
"If you have caused me harm, I am very sorry, but I don't understand how you became like this, how you have degenerated and associated with a pack of beasts."
Jaina suddenly laughed, a laugh that made her tremble, "Father, I must thank you, you taught me all of this."
"Me?" Daelin was baffled.
Jaina's brow furrowed with reminiscence as she whispered:
"You know, Father, when I was little, I admired you as a father, just like any other little girl. Perhaps you didn't notice, but I was always secretly observing you, learning how you handled things and how you cleverly solved problems."
Daelin looked at her daughter in surprise, only then realizing how unfamiliar Jaina was.
The maritime kingdom of Kul Tiras, though one of the Seven Human Kingdoms, is not as peaceful as the inland countries. Among the people Daelin comes into contact with, most are outlaws of the sea, smugglers who lick blood from their blades, and ruthless Pirates.
Dealing with cunning and treacherous villains requires Daelin to be even more cunning than they are; it inevitably involves all sorts of dirty deals, vicious conspiracies, and clandestine collusion.
Daelin never considered himself a good person; good people rarely survive among Pirates. His hands were stained with countless dropes of blood. Daelin had always been careful, but Jaina had seen through his actions.
Jaina looked at her stunned father, then proudly raised her head. "Father, your actions are the best example. Whenever I have doubts, I lock myself in the library. Fortunately, our Proudmoore family has a collection of precious ancient books, which record history completely different from what is in the books. I have learned a lot from them."
True history is always dirty and sordid, especially the founding of Kul Tiras, a dark and unbearable period that had to be covered up with a fabricated history.
Daelin sighed helplessly, "Jaina, I'm sorry to have shown you that dirty darkness. You're too young to distinguish right from wrong."
Jaina chuckled. "Is that so, Father? In the books, I've seen countless figures like Thrall, who devoured the flesh and blood of the innocent. In history, they all have a resounding title: heroes. No hero is clean. I simply didn't want to be eaten, and I wanted to learn from those heroes of the past. Is that wrong? The law of this world is simple: either you are eaten, or you eat others. There is no other choice."
Daelin frowned deeply. "Jaina, you're wrong. Sometimes it's necessary to use some methods, but you must always maintain a bottom line. No matter what dirty means we use to become rulers, once we're in this position, we must fulfill our responsibilities."
"Haha, Father, you're still using these tricks to deceive children."
Jaina laughed wildly:
"As a king, one must protect one's land and people. But what I see is this world, which has suffered numerous small-scale invasions by the Burning Legion. I've discovered a pattern: those who truly resist the Legion are ultimately vilified as the Destroyers, while those who betray their people and collude with the Legion become renowned heroes and great figures in history."
Daelin's lips trembled slightly, and the muscles on her face twitched slightly. She remained silent for a long time.
History is ultimately written by the victors, and clearly, colluding with the Burning Legion makes it easier to become a victor.
Jaina's face lit up with longing. "I really want to deal with the Burning Legion, to become one of them, especially those Dreadlords who can live for tens of thousands of years just by being cunning. When I've destroyed countless worlds and achieved great success, Father, you should be proud of me."
Daelin stared at Jaina in astonishment. "So you don't love Kalecgos, but the Dreadlord hidden within him? Damn it, you're heading down the Abyss of corruption."
"Like? What a ridiculous word. It was just mutual exploitation. I've known all along that there's no such thing as love in this world, only transactions. Your death was part of that transaction."
Jaina's face was contorted, her eyes gleaming with an Evil light, and a murderous aura emanated from her, making her seem like a female version of the Dreadlord.
"Father, there is no kinship under the rule of the king. This is what you taught me. Please do not blame me for my heartlessness. Just like when you wanted to marry me off to the Zandalari Empire, did you ever consider kinship? Today, you will surely die here."
Boom!
A massive Frost ball was launched, spinning rapidly and carrying countless razor-sharp Frost shards as it hurtled towards Daelin.
Bang!
With a loud bang, the Frost ball shattered, and a sliver of white light shot out from the muzzle of Daelin's gun.
Jaina was surprised when her triumphant magic was instantly shattered. Enraged, Jaina summoned a terrifying Blizzard, unleashing countless ice spikes that rained down from the sky.
Daelin held a sword in her left hand and a gun in her right. The Sharp Sword flashed with light, and the gunshots rang out continuously. The Blizzard quickly dissipated, which greatly surprised Jaina.
"My daughter."
Daelin's demeanor changed drastically; he transformed from a helpless father towards his daughter into a towering, majestic peak.
"Our Proudmoore family was able to become the leaders of Kul Tiras not only through intrigue and trickery, but also through our overwhelming strength, which allowed us to Pain Suppression a host of ambitious Pirates."
Daelin displayed strength far beyond her usual abilities, which slightly surprised Jaina, but she quickly understood.
"Heh, Father, you can't hide it from me."
Jaina, being an Archmage, quickly saw through everything. "You've merely merged with this magical ship, becoming its sacrifice. How long can this state last?"
"Enough to destroy Orgrimmar," Daelin said confidently.