Ball? No, it's like a projector.

In the dark room, on the golden floor, this 'magic projector' rotated, and on the walls of the room there were portraits.

There are fat babies, cute children, and handsome teenagers

Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they frown, sometimes they run, sometimes they are contemplative

However, anyone who sees these things will immediately know that these portraits of different expressions and movements are showing a person.

His long blond hair and dark blue eyes are the same features as every High Elf, but his outstanding face is a profound display of his parents' characteristics.

No High Elf could not see that this boy was their prince, that is, Kael'thas.

His face inherited his father's handsomeness, but when he smiled, it reminded people of his mother.

"Look at it this way, it looks like me."

The silver-haired woman walked over slowly, then crouched down and looked at the projector with some fascination.

"Is that why you took my portrait before?"

She asked, looking back at the blonde man behind her.

A few days earlier, Anastarian had asked for her collection of portraits to be taken away, and the queen had not known why.

It wasn't until this moment that she saw the little projector and understood.

"There's an elf who learned the craft from a human mage in Dalaran."

Anastarian replied with a calm face:

"I'll just ask him to make one for you."

"Is that so?"

The queen carefully picked up the projector, which was very small and light, but looked fragile.

"It's so easy to understand when you're lying, Anastarian."

She smiled and said to her husband, who was the king of the elves:

"You've never paid attention to these things, how would you know such an elf?"

Anastarian had never been interested in folk things and gadgets, so the queen could easily expose his lies.

"Tell me, why did you give me this?"

She then looked suspicious:

"What's it today?"

There is no wedding anniversary in this world, nor is it the birth of both parties, let alone the birth of Kael'thas, why would Anastarian give her something?

His Majesty, the King, is a little rude to say that he will not show his kindness so casually.

“”

Anastarian, however, did not answer, and stared at her staringly.

"Say, you can't scare me."

The queen felt funny.

Others are afraid of this serious His Majesty the King, but she is not afraid at all as a childhood sweetheart. After a long time, Anastarian still maintained his youthful posture in her eyes.

The handsome prince, the somewhat fragile prince

That's Anastarian, the Anastarian in her heart.

"I promised you"

After a long time, Anastarian closed his eyes and replied in a deep voice:

"I still do that request hundreds of years ago."

The two grew up together, however, they didn't stay together all the time. At least thousands of years ago, when Anastarian followed his father, the first Sun King, Darth Rema, to the battlefield for the sake of training, the two of them separated for hundreds of years.

And at that time of separation, the two made an agreement to spend their lives together.

But that's not the point, it's that Anastarian made a promise to the elf at the time: to meet her three requests.

One of her requests was a troll thing, and Anastarian agreed. The second request was uttered almost at the same time, and he agreed.

She made that request when she was pregnant: she wanted to keep a record of her child's growth.

Despite providence, she eventually became the lock of her own child.

However, Anastarian was still trying to fulfill his promise, and he had the child's portrait recorded and shown to the queen from the time Kael'thas was a child.

And now, it's just a perfect addition.

The portraits were numerous and heavy, and Anastarian wanted to make a simpler, more effortless tool.

And he did lie before, because he had the projector developed.

"That's right."

The queen's eyebrows curled slightly:

"Anastarian, thank you"

The gift was really nice and she loved it.

But what she preferred was Anastarian's behavior, and it had been a long, long time since he had done such a tender act.

Anastarian is a king, a shockingly good king.

Once upon a time, even the queen did not think that Anastarian would be a good king.

Before becoming the king of the elves, Anastarian was not bad, but he was not a very brilliant person, and he even had a lot of joys and sorrows and his own little temper like ordinary high elves.

However, after the first generation of King Darth Rema came to the end of his life and handed over the throne to Anastarian, Anastarian changed.

He seemed to be a completely different person, which made people feel scared.

For a long time, the queen did not know how to get in touch with him.

It wasn't until one day, when she came to his study, and saw the lonely cheeks of the Sun King in the lamplight, that she realized what she should do.

The queen tried to comfort the man, but he didn't.

"Do you know why my last name is called Chaser?"

Anastarian asked her.

Every High Elf knew the answer, and the surname 'Chaser' did not exist in the ancient days of the Night Elves.

In the past, when Darth Rema and the upper elves left their homeland on a long journey, in order to arouse the tired and sad hearts of the elves, he changed his surname to the chaser - the one who chases the sun.

He swore that he would lead the elves to a promised land, that he would leave everything before him and build a new race, a race free and prosperous, not in the night, but in the sun.

"This surname is responsibility."

Anastarian learned this from his father and followed through without hesitation.

To this day, he continues

[But isn't this tiring?]

Can thousands of years really go on like this forever?

The queen looked down at the spinning projector in her hand, and once again felt its preciousness.

Anastarian's heart was already hard to see

And on this projector, the queen saw the pattern he had liked before, a very awkward pattern.

[If you say it, your image will definitely be gone.] 】

She chuckled inwardly.

"Well, you've forgotten something."

The queen held the projector in both hands and placed it on Anastarian's chest.

"Defense?"

Anastarian nodded, and reached out to place his hand on it.

Powerful magic spilled out of his palm, and a golden glow seeped into the projector, which turned golden in a few moments.

The magic of the Well of the Sun - of course, this does not mean that Anastarian has mastered the Well of the Sun.

These magic powers are just magic that have been living by the Well of the Sun for many years and slowly accumulating them, and their use is very limited.

"Nothing else, right?"

With the defensive magic in place, it will be difficult for the projector to be destroyed.

Anastarian went on to ask the queen if she had any other requests.

"Nope."

The queen shook her head and withdrew her hand:

"That's it."

She smiled softly as if she were holding a baby.

The smile tingled Anastarian.

"Then I'll go back to work."

He turned, trying to walk outside.

"That's right"

Anastarian seemed to remember something again, and without looking back, he asked in a flat voice:

"Is my panic really that easy to see?"

"Of course."

"What if it's not you? Can others see it? ”

“”

others

What does Anastarian look like in the eyes of others?

The queen smiled wryly.

"They won't see it."

No one but her could see the king's heart.

Everyone can only guess.

[Kael'thas.] 】

The queen, with her hair shining like the Milky Way, watched Anastarian leave, and muttered to her child.

"Don't be such a king in the future. 】

She once again hopes that her child can become a free and happy king, and can live happily.

However, some things in recent years have also worried her.

Kael'thas is becoming more and more like his father

It's like a generational curse.

Outside the door.

Anastarian stood in the hallway, staring blankly at the bright stars in the night sky.

"Your Majesty."

There were some powerful mages standing in the corridor, who bowed and said:

"It's time to go back to the Well of the Sun."

The Well of the Sun, a place of eternal light, shrouded in golden magical brilliance, without the presence of night.

"Hmm."

Anastarian retracted his head, nodded, and walked away.

"How's it going with those minions of Darkan?"

He walked and spoke.

"The fifth cleaning has been completed, and it didn't cause much shock, so it should be all clean."

The old mage followed him and replied.

"Does he have any suspicions?"

Anastarian asked.

"Nope."

"According to His Majesty's orders, we disguised ourselves as his subordinates to keep in touch with him, and he should not be suspicious."

The two mages who walked a little further back replied.

These answers put Anastarian's heart at ease.

His only concern was that Darkan would find out something was wrong and do something else.

However, now that the situation is stable, it is possible to watch for a while.

"Keep observing, be careful, spot something unusual, and let Kael'thas come back first."

"Also, didn't the results of that study say that they came out recently? Why hasn't there been any news for so long. ”

(To be continued)