The Price of Winning Someone Over

Although Dath'Remar had once been famous in Leiluo's world, he was now just one of many mages in the unassuming Quel'Thalas. However, his friend Soraka had brought him before Kael'thas, hoping Dath'Remar would serve his Prince Kael'thas.

When Dath'Remar, whose temper was as strong as ever, saw everyone arguing endlessly over "a trivial matter," he could no longer hold back. He loudly spoke his mind. His suggestion was blunt and lacked any finesse, but it was hard to deny that the method he proposed might be the most effective.

Garrosh also approved of such a simple, direct method. Since Arthas had yet to make a move, everyone in Silvermoon City had underestimated his strength—even though they believed they had already given him plenty of credit.

"What does everyone think of Lord Dath'Remar's suggestion?"

Kael'thas had already accepted Dath'Remar's proposal, but he still asked for the others' opinions out of respect.

"Your Highness, there isn't a better option than Lord Dath'Remar's plan. We should follow it."

"That's right, Your Highness. Let's do as Lord Dath'Remar suggests. I would gladly lead the way for you and take Arthas's head!"

Reading the room was easy for everyone present, who had all lived for over a thousand years—except Garrosh. And no one had a better plan than Dath'Remar, so they all voiced their agreement.

"Since everyone agrees, we should waste no time. We'll set out tonight, and I'll lead the team myself!"

"Your Highness! You can't do that. You are the hope of Quel'Thalas. If anything happened to you, how could I face King Anasterian a thousand years from now?"

Soraka naturally opposed Kael'thas's decision. As the ruler of the kingdom, Kael'thas had no heirs. If anything happened to him, Quel'Thalas would lose its royal family, and the Sunstrider dynasty would become history.

"Soraka,