Every Family Has Its Own Difficult Sutra to Recite

Arthas watched Jaina happily grabbing at the stars, her smile as radiant as a flower. Yet, it made the entire world feel gray to him, and he felt his composure cracking. He truly wanted to run up to Jaina and shout, "It's all a lie!" But he managed to restrain his emotions.

At that moment, he suddenly felt his father was absolutely right. He should share this good news with her sister.

The brother-in-law's Aura was simply magnificent!

Alonsus Faol watched quietly as Taelan Fordring walked toward him. He wore a smile and spoke, "You have indeed received His favor! Just as I did all those years ago!

Child, from this moment on, you are a Paladin of the Order of the Silver Hand. You will study here for three years, learning the path of Holy Light. May you grow healthy, hold fast to your vows, and use your power with caution."

"Congratulations, child, and Happy New Year! Taelan Fordring, Light of the Holy Light!"

After the Archbishop finished speaking, enthusiastic applause erupted from the crowd below. Then, a group of nobles surrounding the area immediately walked over to greet Taelan Fordring.

In a world of the extraordinary, some people become more pragmatic because great power rests with the individual. Strength is synonymous with authority and the right to speak; those shameful, sycophantic, and duplicitous dealings all transform into direct transactions.

The world of the extraordinary holds more temptations, making it easier to lose one's original intent.

Just as Karandra grabbed her son's hand, wanting to say something, the Prince walked over before the Princess could: "Greetings! Taelan Fordring, knight of the Alliance, Light of the Holy Light."

Taelan Fordring stood face-to-face with the most famous prince in all of Azeroth. He returned the salute first, then extended his hand: "Greetings, respected Prince. Thank you for attending this event."

Arthas looked at Taelan Fordring's youthful face and said, "You must visit the royal palace when you come to Lordaeron. My sister and I will be very happy to welcome you!"

...What was this all about? Calia Menethil was a good person! She had a tragic beginning, yet she possessed a sincere love and a lovely daughter. The regrets of her ending were all caused by Sylvanas. Though Taelan sympathized with her, he had no desire to disrupt her life, which was still relatively happy.

Some might say she was resurrected later, becoming a high-ranking leader of the Forsaken Council. Wasn't that a good thing?

But Taelan Fordring believed: the dead belong in the grave, and souls should rest in peace!

Those fates of being unable to live and unable to die should be reserved for the Eredar and the Nathrezim.

He politely responded to the strange words of Arthas. Then Jaina walked over and hugged Taelan Fordring's arm.

...Arthas's young heart suffered ten thousand points of critical damage. But he was proud, so he said nothing more. Some might ask, what does a ten-year-old know?

Not to mention that the people of Azeroth are extremely precocious. Jaina entered university at eleven. At twenty-three, she participated in the Third War, and a year later, she took part in the world war of Ragnarok, standing on the front lines against the Burning Legion as a representative of her race.

This is different from the children of the Blue Star world, who only graduate from university at twenty-four and begin to enter society.

Under advanced and rigorous education, those princes and princesses mature in their thinking much earlier. Their perspectives on problems are completely different from those of ordinary people.

Taelan Fordring knew that his good friend Helen, at fourteen, was still thinking about going to the river tomorrow to catch fish and roast them. Yet Jaina, at the same age, was already thinking about magic circuits, Arcane energy levels, and striving to become an apprentice to Master Antonidas.

Taelan Fordring once asked Jaina why she liked playing with him. Jaina told Taelan that when she was little, her father was away fighting wars year-round. Her mother was at home dealing with the social complexities of Kul Tiras. What she loved most was hiding away, finding many old books, and surrounding herself with them! Only then did she feel safe; only by reading could she find things to do.

Although there were maids at home and stewards and guards when she went out! They either didn't dare to speak much or lectured her endlessly! Even though she knew her parents and brother would protect her, she just felt something was missing.

Only by leaning on Taelan Fordring did she feel at ease. The scent of the Holy Light on him made her feel warm. It allowed her to stay away from lectures, spared her from learning those annoying noble etiquettes, and let her speak loudly at the dinner table. She could go into the forest to hunt bears and run wild in the wilderness.

And no matter what rushed at her, someone would block it. No matter how deadly the danger, it could not break through the protection of the Holy Light to harm her.

Just as the cold wind of Lordaeron now could not blow into the domain of the Holy Light.

Jaina once went to the harbor to see her father off to sea, where she saw the Tidesages blessing the fleet. She watched with envy as they commanded the power of the sea and lightning.

This made her determined to become an extraordinary being. Later, her Arcane talent was discovered, and her mother began to support her in going to Dalaran to study. At that time, her brother was still there, and nothing could trouble her. Her father opposed his daughter leaving home for an unfamiliar environment. They had a huge argument over it.

However, they did not know that Jaina had witnessed this scene from behind the door. Later, her mother not only supported her but also hired a High Elf mage from Dalaran to teach her Thalassian. Her father later grew fond of Dalaran as well, often taking her there to visit.

Taelan Fordring looked at the Jaina before him and the frustrated Prince, feeling as if time and space had been displaced.

Soon, the event ended. Uther took the Prince away. Renault also left with the dark-faced Old Mograine; he didn't even greet his old subordinates. Tirion Fordring could only shrug helplessly, then set off on the road home with Daelin. They had originally planned to stay at Light's Hope Chapel for the night and return home tomorrow.

Daelin and Tirion Fordring were certainly not afraid of this bit of cold wind; they rode their warhorses, slowly walking along the main road. Tirion Fordring said worriedly, "The atmosphere today felt a bit off. Does the Silver Hand have so many new faces now?" Daelin lowered his voice and said, "I don't think those were people from the Silver Hand! They carried a trace of shadow power."

"The Secret Council or SI:7? Why would they be here?"

Daelin said, "The Silver Hand is not just the Church of the Holy Light and the knightly order of the Alliance; it is also regarded by the Menethil family as the Royal Knights."

"You know, Uther has no son. Turalyon's fate is unknown, and Mograine has always been overbearing. Gavlarad is an outsider. The only one who can lead the Silver Hand in the future is you."

"But now, among the young men in their prime, there is only someone like Garithos. The future leader of the Silver Hand will surely be from your next generation. For example, Bridget, or Demitia! Of course, it is more likely to be Taelan, but the King hopes it will be Arthas."

"You seem to have forgotten Renault, Mograine's son; he has also entered the Order of the Silver Hand early."

Daelin said bluntly, "He has to serve three years as a probationer. And his personality is not suitable. Mograine is too stubborn and too biased."

Today's events put Mograine on the spot. Renault's life would be even harder. He himself had some talent, but it wasn't enough. So he always gave Old Mograine hope, only to disappoint him later.

"If he gave up completely, perhaps it would be better. To grow up happily as an ordinary person, isn't that good? Just like my expectations for Tangred."

Tirion Fordring asked, "Why not Jaina? Shouldn't she have a happy and carefree childhood even more?"

"She will leave me. She must be strong to avoid being hurt. Kul Tiras is not as good as you think. Outside is Zandalar, and inside are several restless great families."

Every family has its own troubles.

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