A magnificent and melodious song seemed to ring in my ears.

When Arthas opened his eyes, he found him on one knee.

"From this day forward, you are the King of Alterac and Lordaeron."

A pair of vicissitudes of life put something on his head, and for some reason Arthas knew that it was the crown.

"Arise, my child, and you need no longer bow down to me."

The man in front of him carefully pulled him up.

Despite his pale eyebrows, Arthas instantly recognized his identity from his familiar face.

"Father..."

He called softly.

The old Terenus laughed with joy and pride, no longer wearing the crown on his head, but still smiling merrily.

The laughter was like a lead, and in an instant, from behind Arthas came an earth-shattering shout of joy.

"King of Lordaeron!"

"King of Alterac!"

"King of the North!"

The cries of countless people are all crazy and surrendered to him.

Terenus smiled and leaned sideways, relinquishing the throne that stood tall behind him.

The footsteps move forward naturally, calmly and powerfully.

The throne seemed to have a fatal attraction, and Arthas couldn't help but sit down.

He stood tall above him, and the cheers below grew louder.

However... Arthas felt that something was wrong.

He looked down at the crowd below, looking through the crowd for the familiar silver figure—his sister.

The woman in armor suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and Kalia looked at him with tears in her eyes, full of pride and joy.

[Really? 】

[Is my sister happy? 】

Arthas thought so, and he sat down without worrying about it.

The King of Alterac and Lordaeron, he has such a title and glory added to his body.

In the years that followed, with the help of Kalia and her parents, Arthas learned how to handle government affairs and how to be a wise king.

He was happy.

Even though life has become very busy and hard, he still feels that it is the happiest time of his life.

Everyone praised him for the glory and stability of the country under his rule.

It was at this time that a childhood friend appeared—she was Gianna, the princess of Kul Tiras.

After years of not seeing each other, this little girl who was fighting with Arthas has become a powerful mage.

She had come to marry Alsace.

It's a perfect combination, and no other human being can match each other.

But Alsace hesitated.

He went to ask Kalia for advice.

"Isn't that great?"

The silver-white princess smiled like this, and touched his face with tenderness:

"Arthas, since I was a child, I thought you two were a match made in heaven."

His sister seemed to be happy.

Arthas thought it would be good for her to be happy, so he married Gianna.

Life is peaceful again, Arthas and Gianna have children, and everything is so good.

But one day, Kalia came to the palace.

"Arthas, you can already be on your own."

She smiled softly, and then said goodbye to him:

"You don't need your sister's help anymore, I should go to Stasom too."

Kalia's words shattered Arthas's heart like thunder.

He knew why she was going to Stratholme.

"No, sister, I still need you."

Arthas dissuaded, but Kalia was left alone and left Lordaeron the next day.

In the morning, Arthas stood on the ramparts and looked at the distant figure, feeling that his world was suddenly shattered.

But he wants to be a good king.

Arthas returned to the palace, with a lot less smile on his face, but still doing his job with his heart.

The whole country is slowly getting stronger.

But month after month, year after year, Kalia never returned.

The courtiers told Arthas that his sister sat in a tree on the border, looking up at Quel'Thalas, the elven kingdom that had long since closed, with the gates closed.

When Kalia was very young, she was once saved by the elven prince, and since then a heart has been placed on that person.

That's a love affair across races, a completely different lifespan...

Arthas didn't understand why this sister was so insistent.

The sister he remembered was the King of Alterac, the princess of the Silver Hand, and the most beautiful woman in the whole world.

[She's not that sister anymore.] 】

Arthas gritted his teeth and told himself that he was working like crazy, teaching his children with all his heart - but never going to Stassol to see Kalia.

In this way, time gradually passed, he became mature, and then step by step towards old age...

The country was still in Alsace's hands, but he had come to find it tasteless.

However, on the other hand, as he grew older, the pain and bitterness in his heart became deeper and deeper.

Stratholme's guards changed one after another, but Kalia never left.

She built a small grass hut there and waited quietly for the door to open.

However, until her death, Kalia did not wait for the elven gate to open...

When she was so sick that she could no longer walk, she finally asked Arthas to return to Lordaeron.

Alsace almost crawled to Stasom, and then met his sister...

She was lying on a dirty thatch in a tattered piece of armor, and her eyes had almost dimmed.

"Alsace..."

She called, and then Arthas wept and took her hand:

"Yes, here I am, sister."

Kalia laughed softly, her face wrinkled - but in Arthas's eyes she was as pretty as she had been when she was younger.

"Arthas, it looks like I can't wait..."

"When I close my eyes, please put me... Burned, and... Throw the ...... on Lake Laudanmere"

She pleaded like this, but it stirred up endless hatred in Arthas's heart:

"Why... Why do you still think about him until you die! ”

Arthas had heard the story and understood in an instant why she had said it.

Isn't it enough to wait a lifetime?

Does this sister of his, even if she dies, have to stay in the place that she cherishes the most?

Is the elven prince, who has never appeared once, worth her effort?

Alsace doesn't want such an ending:

"He made you so miserable, why should you do this?"

"Pain..."

To his surprise, Kalia shook her head slightly:

"I'm not in pain at all..."

A dazzling smile bloomed on her face, and the light flowed on her fingers.

"Alsace... I'm happy... I will be happy all my life..."

"I've been looking forward to it for a lifetime..."

Her eyes slowly opened, looking into the void:

"It's... The happiest thing ever..."

"And..."

"You're really... appeared..."

Arthas jerked his head back and looked behind him.

A portrait of holy light floats in the air, with a gentle smile on its golden face...

"Sure enough... I should have put on this armor sooner, sooner..."

"In this way, you can... I remembered you earlier..."

Even the lines of the hair are depicted exactly on the golden portrait, and how long will it take to complete?

Arthas bowed his head and wept.

The hand he had caught grew colder and colder, taking away his last world with him.

However, a few months later, Arthas arrived at Lake Lordamire with Kalia's ashes.

It's not because he's relieved of these things, it's simply because it's Kalia's wish...

No matter how sad and painful it is, Arthas still intends to fulfill her wish in the end.

He took a small boat, and little by little he sprinkled the ashes into Lake Lordanmere.

However, the once important person will not cause any waves when he falls into the lake.

What did his sister live for?

"Are you angry?"

A voice asked Arthas.

"Angry?"

Alsace looked at the sky a little confused:

"Ah, I'm angry, but I'm more unwilling."

The voice chuckled softly.

"Unwilling."

"I understand... Do you want to get your sister? ”

The voice slowly became soft and seductive:

"You want to get your sister, you want to kill that elven prince, right?"

Arthas looked up and saw an old pair of eyes in the sky.

"Do you want to fulfill your dreams and make your sister happy?"

These eyes are deep and powerful, and when they squint, the whole world moves:

"Shall you join us then? I can bring you everything..."

Arthas's face changed.

For a long time, he gently cocked his mouth...

"Demons?"

Time turned back in this moment, the old form became younger, and Arthas stood up.

Lake Lordamere vanished completely, and he stood alone on a pitch-black ground.

The light burned above him, and he grasped a great sword.

"My dream..."

Arthas's shoulders trembled, and then he couldn't help laughing:

"It's my dream to get my sister and kill that elven prince?"

He bent and jumped, his sword slicing through the air and tearing through the darkness:

"Don't think of me so dirty! Demon!! ”

The darkness shattered like glass, and light fell from the sky.

The golden sunlight began to melt away all darkness, and Arthas stepped away, walking out of his nightmare.

"Damn..."

The shattered darkness is roaring:

"You're going to regret your choices today, and if you don't make any changes, everything you see will come true."

"That's her fate!!"

Arthas left without a single expression.

――

"Failed..."

Far away in Northrend, the old voice sighed:

"But he's my best host..."

"Then it's a different way."

Here's another voice.

(To be continued)