"Don't worry, son." Lucas patted Alaric's shoulder with a faint smile on his face.
"What do you mean? If we don't go there now, Midgard will be captured by the Veronican army and all our troops will be killed!" Alaric was starting to get anxious. He left Yvanna there.
Ignatius, Galanar, and a few other powerful warriors were there, but most of them were still recovering from their wounds. Furthermore, the Veronican army had half a million troops, several times more than their numbers.
Lucas chuckled. "Relax, son. Let me explain."
Taking a deep breath, Alaric furrowed his eyebrows as he nodded his head.
"He is there. His Majesty himself is there to handle the situation. I just got the letter from His Majesty." Lucas grinned.
Hearing this, Alaric's eyes widened in disbelief. "His Majesty came in person?"
