Who would have thought that at this age, his own academy faction, which had always been ostracized, would be called upon in a time of crisis.
Upon this thought, Menekver, who had always managed to just scrape by, took a deep breath and made a decision.
"Your Majesty, perhaps I could..."
But before he could finish his thought, Arasya interrupted and rejected him, "You cannot replace me.
"Neither you nor I possess David Uthos's ability to deceive the gods with illusions so convincingly.
"And we all know that he is a greedy Red Dragon.
"The kind that doesn't act without a clear advantage.
"And yet, the initiative to wage war rests in his hands.
"Therefore, this time, it must be I who goes.
"And it can only be me."
A look of pain and indecision crossed Menekver's face for the first time. "Your Majesty..." He seemed to already foresee such an ending.
"There's no need for further words, Lord Menekver.
"This is the best choice.
