Varian's true feelings are more touching than his performance.

His words expressed a child's yearning for rebuilding his homeland, his determination to be independent and self-reliant, and his cry for his own weakness.

He did not persecute anyone, but the upright people bowed their heads because of it.

"People of the Kingdom of Stormwind, aren't you ashamed to let a child say such things?"

Lothar finally stood up and spoke Varian's first words after his arrival.

"We defeated the enemy with our hands, but we can't rebuild our home with our hands?

Did our ancestors build the majestic Stormwind City in one day?

If you have a tent, live in a tent. If you have a thatched hut, live in a thatched hut. Show your backbone!

If I cannot contribute your strength, I, Anduin Lothar, will use my bloodline and honor to spurn you!"

Lothar's words were decisive, and suddenly one of the three Dukes walked out, it was Grayson who had always had no opinion.

"Your Highness Varian, I understand. We should let everyone understand how strong the Kingdom of Stormwind is.

Running away in a hurry and abandoning the country has already brought shame to us.

Defeating the enemy may seem like we have regained our honor. But that is not enough. Only by rebuilding our homeland can we truly regain our honor!"

No matter how shocked others looked at him, Grayson seemed to have some understanding at this moment:

He has always believed in the Holy Light, but the Holy Light has never favored him. Perhaps it is because he lacks a firm Sacred Heart.
Chapter completed!