Everyone turned their heads to see Prince Arthas punch a guard to the ground and charge in.
The two guards who followed him in hurried to report to Gedwyn.
"Your Majesty the Regent, Prince Arthas has gone mad; we can't stop him."
Gedwyn furrowed his brows, "No need, you may leave—Arthas, you've finally come out of your room. We were discussing military affairs; your timing is perfect. I have a task for you."
Arthas, looking at Gedwyn seated on the throne and feeling the gazes of the surrounding lords, suddenly calmed his agitated mood.
Although he hadn't grown as large as Varian, having experienced war firsthand, he too had grown significantly, and he wasn't in a hurry to ask his questions.
"Oh really, ha ha, then I'm curious to know what task 'Your Majesty' has for me. Do you want me to join the army on their campaign, to strike at the orcs? Perhaps to command a force on a surprise attack against the enemy's rear?"
