Arthur Pendragon called George into the cabin:
Hiding all weakness, the dazzling king ordered his subjects like the sun:
"Before I return to reality, obey His Excellency Hewitt's orders and help him prepare for the upcoming war. Ingris and the whole continent may face an unprecedented disaster."
George knelt with a solemn expression:
"By your command."
Arthur nodded at him:
"Thank you for being with Ingris all these years."
George's voice carried a hint of fanaticism:
"No, today my presence here is an honor, as well as a shame for those cowards and traitors."
Arthur slightly nodded:
"Ingris needs you in the future, but now we have our new ally, His Excellency Hewitt, so you can relax quite a bit."
Hewitt bluntly said:
"Not necessarily. I am busy too, and Odin still has some minions."
Arthur ignored Hewitt's words:
"If Ingris faces any difficulties, just bring him over to help."
George looked up with his mouth open:
"Your Majesty..."
Arthur replied:
