At dusk, Varian returned to the Royal Palace dining hall in exhaustion, ready to have dinner with his family.
He saw that Sargathas was already seated there, chatting happily with Anduin.
"What happened today? You said you had something to take care of?" Varian asked with a smile as he looked for a place to wash his hands.
The Evil God smiled. "Didn't you hear what happened in the city today?"
Varian froze. He had been handling official business all day and had not heard what had happened in the city.
Sargathas gestured for Anduin to leave for a moment, then sat beside Varian and told him everything that had happened that day. Some things were not suitable for children to know.
Varian shot to his feet in fury. "They've gone too far. They actually set their sights on the Royal Palace."
Sargathas picked up a spoon and gently stirred the thick soup in her bowl. "I'm afraid this isn't the first time they've done something like this."
"What do you mean, not the first time? They did this before? No—" Following that train of thought, Varian immediately realized a terrifying possibility. He slumped back into his seat and softly asked Sargathas, "Could my father Llane's death have been connected to them as well?"
"I caught certain information from Cassandra's memories. At least once, it mentioned that the purpose of this operation was to frame an outsider, just as they did with Llane. And the reason they kidnapped me was to trick me into drinking poison disguised as a sleeping draught." Sargathas lightly tapped the rim of her bowl with her spoon. The tinkling sound struck Varian's chest like a massive bell.
Varian sat in silence for a long time before speaking. "Those... those bastards. The late king treated them