The king turned his gaze toward him, and Patrick said without a trace of fear, "Earlier, I only scoffed because I couldn't stand Councilor Jainlini's remarks. It had little to do with disrespecting the Council." He was the victor; any excuse would do to brush the matter aside. The other councilors would not invite trouble by bringing it up again.
"I seem to remember the history books of Quel'Thalas recording that humans saved us several thousand years ago. In our hour of peril, the Arathi Empire extended a helping hand. We also taught them how to use magic, but faced with the threat of extermination, what did it matter if we told humans how to use magic? At least their help allowed our people to survive."
"Humans have short lives. Those who helped us back then have passed away one after another, and their descendants have gradually disappeared into the river of history. But none of that matters. What matters, I believe, is that we should fulfill the promise we made back then. Afterward, we and the humans will be even, with neither owing the other anything. In future matters, we will also have grounds to act strictly on official terms."
After finishing, Patrick swept his gaze over all the councilors. Jainlini's eyes burned with intense hatred, while the other councilors wore expressions of complete indifference, as though none of this concerned them.
His Majesty Anasterian reached a conclusion in his mind: The young fellow has been hiding his strength all along, patiently building himself up, waiting for other Elves to walk into his line of fire at the crucial moment.
The two councilors had already traded barbs, and everyone on the sidelines fell silent. Council Chairman Senyor Sunwing proposed, "How about this? We send the Ranger Forces to support