King Returns

"I'll give you Daelin, a war criminal. But don't forget what you promised me: the techniques for growing crops. If you deceive me, Leiluo, then even with the Alliance teetering on the brink, I'll throw everything I have into fighting the Horde to the bitter end. Even if only one soldier remains, even if I'm the last one standing, I'll do it."

"Wah—wah—wah—"

As soon as Varian finished speaking, a loud cry shattered the tense atmosphere his words had created. Anduin, who had been unconscious all this time, suddenly woke up. Leiluo placed a hand on Anduin's forehead and waited a moment before turning to the anxiously watching Varian.

"His fever's gone down.

"Now that Anduin's awake, I should be on my way. Goldshire's just ahead, and it wouldn't be appropriate for me to go in."

"Inappropriate" was just an excuse. After all, Leiluo had already been to Stormwind City. He was taking his leave because he feared Varian might try to arrest him. Varian, who nodded, understood Leiluo's thinking. Insisting that he stay would only create or worsen tensions. Better to cherish the bond they'd forged fighting side by side; perhaps they'd have a chance to drink together again someday.

Of the five people in their group, Regar and Valera were both members of the Horde. With Leiluo, the Horde's big shot, leaving, the two of them naturally had no choice but to follow.☠🐲 💝🐻

Even without Leiluo, Valera had her younger brother to worry about, so she had to leave. As for Regar, he had once saved Varian, and their friendship was the truest and deepest of all. But Regar was an Orc. If Varian hadn't been the King of the Kingdom of Stormwind, Regar wouldn't have minded staying in the Eastern Kingdoms Continent to keep him company.