Conversations about the enemy. To fight effectively, you need to know the enemy...

Healing the knight's most serious wounds by touching his forehead with his palm...

An obvious manifestation of the prince's magical abilities.

Of course, the subsequent medical measures taken in the infirmary were also important for Sir Denric Tahlane to feel better. But the key effect on the restoration of the knight's body (the effect that moved him away from the brink of ****) was precisely the use of Jason's magical ability.

And this required much more effort than ordinary tricks...

After healing the knight's wounds, Prince Jason felt very tired and needed rest.

"My magical abilities clearly have limitations... The legacy of my true father in my blood helps... But this legacy does not give unlimited magical powers. It seems that I will have to spend a significant amount of time resting..." - the prince thinks.

However, he still spent time conversation with Sir Denric, despite the puzzled looks of the head of the elite bodyguard squad.

Inviting some poor knight, who had recently brazenly insulted a member of the royal dynasty, into a luxurious personal tent is unheard of!

However, the prince's desire for a conversation was quite clear, and therefore the elite bodyguards carried out the order...

"What do I know about orcs? Good question, Your Highness... I could talk about these bloodthirsty bastards for so long that you would fall asleep from boredom... Ha! Our problem now is not just "orcs". Orcs come in different forms... For example: along the southern plain border of our kingdom there are many small tribes of orc-nomads. These gray-skinned scums from time to time carry out predatory raids, steal flocks of sheep, grab caravans, capture peasants as slaves. And sometimes one of these orc-nomad tribes can be "convinced" by diplomatic shittricks not to attack our villages. Bribery, setting the orcs on their neighbors... Something like that... But now... Now the Kingdom of Eborvair is under a more serious threat... A deadly threat..." - sir Denric says this tirade and coughs slightly.

"Orcs from the western forest regions... But, still, they are also just orcs. What is the difference?" - asks the prince.

"They are not "just orcs"! They act smarter! They are more dangerous! Fuck... These fucking greenskins-scums do not limit themselves to raiding border villages. They seize territory. Damn! They can successfully hold the captured lands, they know how to build forts, defend captured castles... Khrr... And they are many and well organized. This is not one tribe. "Spinebreakers" is a large union of orc tribes. One tribe subjugated the surrounding tribes of forest orcs a several of decades ago. And the name of this tribe became the name of the entire tribal union. Supreme Chieftain Veragzur the Horrendous… I can’t believe that this vile scum is still alive! But it is… He is a cunning and intelligent monster. There are very strange rumors about him… He has been leading the expansion of the “Spinebreakers” for many years. Fuck… His troops captured territories of the orc tribes, probably approximately equal in area to the lands of Kingdom Eborvair! Now his troops have managed to capture almost the entire western forest region of our kingdom! You asked me about the number of the enemy! No one will tell you the exact numbers - but it is obvious that we are talking about many thousands of bloodthirsty orcs! And I will answer your question about the plans of these bastards easily: they want to capture all our lands and kill everyone who will resist! "- sir Denric winces because of the pain in his recently healed wounds.

Prince Jason looks into the tired dark brown eyes of this knight.

Sir Denric's face is covered with scars (old scars are visible among the barely healed ones). His shaggy red hair already has a bit of gray. Wrinkles are clearly visible on his face (on the forehead and around the eyes).

This knight was once young and energetic. But now...

He is already about forty years old and the years of battle have clearly taken their toll.

Sir Denric Tahlane is still ready to fight fiercely.

However, it must be taken into account that his physical abilities are far from what they were in his youth.

Time is merciless...

And there is nothing to be done about it.

Prince Jason realizes with some strange sadness that there are many things in the world that do not encourage a joking mood.

"Well... Thank you, sir Denric... Now I have a better idea of ​​the scale and seriousness of the threat. You should rest now. Your wounds have not yet fully healed. Tomorrow I will make a decision regarding the further actions of our troops…” - the prince says goodbye to the knight.

When Prince Jason is left alone in his luxurious tent, he falls helplessly onto the bed with a silk blanket and a canopy.

The expenditure of magical energy on healing Sir Denric was very significant…

And also…

The moment of healing was seen by many people…

Bodyguards, servants, militia, knights…

This fact will only increase gossip and rumors about the prince's magical abilities and their source.

It seems that in the future the prince should be more careful…

After all, no one should know the secret.

No one should know that the true father of Prince Jason is the ancient forest deity Renard the Trickster, also called The Grinning Fox.

In addition, Jason gave this knight Sir Denric an ancient artifact - a large two-handed sword made of a strange dark metal, whose blade emits a faint glow like dark green sparks.

This is an ancient and powerful weapon, imbued with mysterious magic...

This is a gift from the true father of the young prince.

During one of his visits to his demiplane, The Grinning Fox gave this artifact to his son Jason.

And now this weapon is in the hands of someone else.

This fact can cause unpredictable consequences...

However, the prince does not have the strength for long thoughts now.

He is too tired and he quickly falls asleep.