"Rebuild... Lordaeron?!"
Ye Ting's words first startled Calia, then filled her with delight.
"Is what you said true? Is Brother Sandor really willing to help me, to help Lordaeron rebuild the kingdom?"
It was no wonder Calia kept asking for confirmation. Ye Ting's promise was simply too important to her.
Though she had a good relationship with Ilucia, allowing her to stay with the Barov family all this time, sensible Calia understood that her relationship with Ilucia was merely a private friendship. The Barov family had already done more than enough by traveling so far to rescue her, treating her with the courtesy due a princess, and protecting her. She should not ask for more.
But Ye Ting's personal promise was another matter entirely.
Not just anyone was qualified to claim they could help Calia restore her kingdom. There were few who could make such a promise and have any hope of fulfilling it, most of them kings or the like. Ye Ting was one of them—his former status in the Alliance qualified him to make such a promise.
And Ye Ting's promise meant even more.
It meant that on Calia's path to restoring her kingdom, a legendary archmage, an exceptional military strategist and statesman, and a powerful figure whose prestige spanned the entire continent would offer her aid. At the same time, the entire Barov family would support her. Dalaran and Quel'Thalas were also highly likely to offer some assistance—or at the very least, some conveniences. Stormwind and Kul Tiras might also intervene, and at the very least, Kul Tiras's little princess might take part. And there was more...
That was the meaning behind a promise made by Ye Ting.
Seeing the girl's expectant eyes, Ye Ting nodded firmly.
"Then... that's wonderful. Thank you, Brother Sandor."
In her excitement,