"If you do this, King Théoden probably won't be able to sleep peacefully again."
Andrew put on a show of sighing, then controlled the steel platform as it slowly descended. Seeing this, the soldiers respectfully made way, staring fervently at the descending "goddess."
Even the Elves were no exception. Legolas's heart was racing. Since his heartbreak sixty years ago, this was the first time he had felt this way. Unfortunately, he was destined for heartbreak once more.
Peggy asked in confusion, "Why?"
"After today, all the soldiers will see you as a goddess and be willing to fight and die for you. As a king, how could he possibly sleep well after seeing that?"
Andrew smiled. "If I were him, I'd either force you into marriage or dig a hole and bury you."
"Andrew, for a supposedly righteous character, aren't your thoughts a little too sinister?"
Peggy scoffed. Too lazy to bother with him, she stepped off the platform and used her singing to adjust the wounded soldiers' bodies, easing their injuries.
Only easing them. Music Magic was not healing magic; it could not directly heal the body like a healing spell. It could only lessen injuries by expelling pooled blood, regulating hormones, and similar methods. At the same time, it reduced the wounded soldiers' pain and improved their spirits.
Even that was enough to delight the wounded soldiers, and the gratitude and worship in their eyes toward Peggy grew stronger.
"Good thing she's an Elf."
King Théoden watched the scene and secretly shook his head, not taking it too seriously. After all, she was an Elf. She could never rebel.
At that moment, Gandalf rode over to King Théoden. The two old friends embraced first, then King Théoden said, "My old friend, it's wonderful that you're all right. I