The Meeting

"Do you know the woman's name? Or what she looked like?"

After hearing Tiffin's words, Bovar grew especially anxious. He had already begun to suspect that the woman Tiffin had mentioned was Katerina, who was now with Varian. If Tiffin really said Katerina's name, Bovar would kill that bewitching woman with his own sword. He didn't care if he was reprimanded or punished for it.

"Her name? No. Pristor didn't tell me her name, and I don't know what she looks like, either. But I think if Varian starts acting strangely, then he must have been bewitched!"

Hearing the conviction in Tiffin's words, a cold glint flashed in Bovar's eyes. She had said exactly what was already on his mind. He had decided Katerina must die.

"Windsor."

"My lord!"

"Secretly assemble my guards. Don't let anyone find out. Once they're assembled, wait for me outside King Varian's tent!"

"Yes, my lord!"

Although Bovar had ordered him to assemble the troops outside Varian's tent, Windsor didn't ask a single question. No one knew better than Windsor how loyal Bovar was to the Kingdom of Stormwind and the Uryen family. Nor did anyone know better how Bovar felt about Varian. Their bond was like that of a king and his subject, yet also like that of a father and son.

Without Windsor, who could carry out orders swiftly and decisively, Bovar turned his attention back to Tiffin.

"Miss Tiffin, I have a favor to ask. I don't know if you'd be willing to help."

"Lord Bovar, there's no need to be so formal. Just tell me what's on your mind."

"Miss Tiffin, I'd like to give this gold coin to Varian and see how he reacts. If he's willing to meet you afterward, please protect him. Don't let Katerina hurt him. This