"Father."
Seeing Denethor II fall asleep, Boromir was shocked. He hurriedly got up to support him, then shot Ganahta a displeased look.
"Don't worry, he's only asleep. Once he wakes up, all will be well. Uh, or perhaps it'll be the end of the world."
Ganahta spoke, leaving everyone speechless. Gandalf said, "Boromir, letting your father sleep is the best solution. There's no time to lose. Let's move on to the next step."
"All right."
Boromir carefully placed Denethor II on a nearby seat. Then, he bowed to Aragorn again. "Your Majesty, please give the order."
"Your Majesty, please give the order."
The others called out as well. Aragorn took a deep breath, raised Narsil, and shouted, "In the name of the King of Gondor, I order the entire city to enter a state of war readiness. In addition, evacuate all civilians outside the city into the city."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Everyone nodded together. Then, Minas Tirith began operating rapidly like a machine, with everyone preparing for war.
At the same time, news of the King of Gondor's return spread swiftly throughout the city. To be honest, it caused some unrest, but not much. For one thing, this was wartime, and no one had time to worry about such matters.
For another, Aragorn had originally been the King of Gondor. His claim was entirely legitimate, not to mention that both Boromir and Faramir supported him.
Furthermore, the White Tree had come back to life, green leaves appearing upon its branches. This gave everyone the feeling that Destiny was on their side.
"Gandalf, you really know how to fake things. No wonder you got along so well with Smaug. You two are both full of dirty tricks."
Ganahta said disdainfully while eating cherry tomatoes. Gandalf snorted and ignored her. Was righteous