Jaina began to grow angry.
She had good reason to be angry. As Rex slowly explained, everything was becoming plain to her. If his conjecture was wrong, all well and good, but if it was right, this was far from good news for Jaina.
If Neptulon the Tidehunter really was rescued by the Undead in the end, Jaina might not have colluded with them, but words like negligence, carelessness, and manipulation would all be attached to her name. That alone would be a considerable blow.
Jaina was not someone who cared nothing for her reputation. She had a deep thirst for power; the pursuit of it was in her very bones.
By now, Jaina had already begun competing for the right to inherit Kul Tiras.
The succession to Kul Tiras had still not been settled. The admiral had been decisive in battle against the Orcs during the Second War, but when it came to his own family, he proved the saying that even an honest judge could not settle a domestic dispute. His prolonged refusal to make a decision had already sparked strife in Kul Tiras. In his heart, he had originally favored his son as his successor, but one thing was undeniable: his daughter was simply too outstanding. Throughout their family's history, very few could rival her.
His daughter's excellence had offset that preference, and his hesitation had led the two of them to begin competing for the position of heir.
If something like this happened, it would deal Jaina a heavy blow. How could she continue competing to inherit Kul Tiras? Thus, the more she listened, the angrier she became.
By the time Rex finished, Jaina could no longer suppress her anger. She parted her lips and said in an icy voice, "Limas. Rex, if your conjecture is