"Don't worry. I'll do everything I can to save Prince Jed."
Éomer nodded and strode forward. Just then, three scenes appeared before his eyes. In the first, he returned to the Royal Palace carrying Theodred's severely wounded body. Unfortunately, Theodred still died in the end, and he himself was sent to the front lines by the King.
In the second scene, the King led Rohan's army in a charge against the Orc forces, but was ultimately killed by the Nazgûl.
In the third scene, his sister Éowyn lay on the battlefield, her fate unknown. He held her and wailed loudly.
"What's going on?"
Éomer's expression changed drastically. His family, the people he cared about—why were they all dead? His Fate was a little too tragic, wasn't it?
"Uh, the first two really did die. The one in the last scene didn't. Your sister will be known as the Shieldmaiden in the future and become a heroine."
At that moment, the surroundings changed. Everyone vanished, leaving behind only a handsome Eastern man and a girl who radiated sunshine.
Éomer placed a hand on his Sword Hilt and demanded warily, "Who are you? What do you want?"
"Don't worry. I'm only here to make a deal with you."
Andrew said, "I need your identity, status, and everything else. In return, I guarantee that your cousin, your uncle, and your sister won't die."
"Her sister indeed won't die. She'll just lose a few things."
Galacta grumbled inwardly. Éomer frowned at this and hesitated for a moment before saying loudly, "I will protect these family members myself. I don't need your help."
"Can you really protect them?"
Andrew smiled. "You can't even defeat Grima Wormtongue, so how can you protect your family? Leaving everything else aside, without our help, your cousin, Prince Jed, will