Seeing the old admiral hesitate and stammer, Deren had a bad feeling. Gilneas was most famous for the Werewolf Curse. Could it have already broken out?
Sure enough, Daelin hesitated for a moment before finally saying, "Gilneas has always been unstable internally. Recently, some lords have rebelled, and Genn has been fighting the lord at the North Gate."
Deren thought of the old wolf king, Genn Greymane. He was a decent man among the later Alliance, and if Deren could help, he would. So he suggested, "Admiral, if Gilneas is in the midst of civil unrest, and Kul Tiras lends a hand at a time like this, I believe King Genn will be deeply grateful to you."
Daelin wore an expression that said he had expected this. "Do you think I don't want to help him? But Gilneas left the Alliance on its own and has never been well liked by the other nations. If I take the initiative to help, how would I answer to the Alliance nations?"
Hearing him bring up appearances, Deren thought, Those are only the surface reasons, aren't they? In the end, aiding Gilneas offered Kul Tiras no great benefit. Could a king's gratitude be eaten as food?
Deren smiled at the admiral without saying anything. His right hand lightly tapped the armrest, his face wearing an expression of understanding.
Jaina looked at him, hoping he could persuade her father to send troops to aid Gilneas. That way, her brother could marry a normal human wife.
Even Queen Kathrin occasionally glanced sidelong at him.
Deren took a deep breath and urged Daelin, "Admiral, Gilneas's internal troubles stem from a mysterious curse. If it is left unchecked, the consequences will be severe."
He wanted to use the consequences of the Werewolf Curse to persuade Daelin to