Jason tries to attract the attention of these human warriors. Then, the prince knows a lot of new things...

"Help me..." - the cry of the prince Jason attracts the attention of these warriors.

As a result, they help the prince to reach the tents of the military command...

An hour later, Jason is already inside his luxurious tent.

A group of court physicians examines his wound on his right leg. The sharp tip of an orc arrow was carefully removed from the flesh. The healing solution is poured over the bleeding wound again and again, forcing the prince to hold back a cry of pain.

This liquid... is very painful for the flesh...

"Your Highness... Please forgive us, but these unpleasant sensations are inevitable... We must treat the wound with a healing solution to eliminate the risk of inflammation..." - one of the physicians says fearfully.

A group of noble court dignitaries stands around the prince, looking at him warily.

"Report on the situation on the battlefield... Why did our troops attack earlier than the agreed time? As far as I remember, yesterday at the war council it was mentioned that our troops would reach the battlefield only around the middle of today..." - the prince asks questions to the court dignitaries, overcoming the pain from his wound.

One of the dignitaries (a slightly hunched gray-bearded man in an expensive doublet with gilded embroidery) timidly comes closer and answers: "Your Highness... Shouldn't you rest after such a terrible ordeal? The healing process of your wound requires rest... Perhaps you should not listen to... unpleasant news and experience unnecessary worries..."

"I order - tell me everything!" - the prince feels a premonition of trouble.

"You see, Your Highness, your mysterious disappearance last night... No one has yet understood the reason for it..." - this old courtier begins to explain.

"I've been practicing my magical abilities a little... Invisibility... A short walk... It's all unimportant... Go on!" the prince says impatiently.

"Of course... Your magical abilities... That which gives rise to many rumors... Probably a manifestation of the heritage of the blood of the great founder of the royal dynasty - Teinarel the Rockclimber... Unfortunately, your mysterious disappearance last night led to some unfortunate misunderstanding..." - the old man continues to speak.

"I see... So, in my absence, a scandal occurred..." - thinks Jason.

"Captain-commander Richard Einkirsh was accused of incompetence. An emergency war council was held in an atmosphere of general suspicion and mutual accusations. As a result, it was not possible to form a unified plan of attack on the orcish troops. Each of the most influential nobles decided to act in accordance with his own plan. Our troops were divided into three groups. Sir Richard Einkirsh led a part of the mounted knights to attack in the northern direction, trying to save the monastery of Saint Lothar from the siege of the vile orcs. Sir Denric Tahlane managed to convince some of the barons and led the attack of the mounted knights in the central sector of the enemy army. Sir Neil Kayburn and the remaining squads of knights went to attack in the southern direction, trying to save the plebs-refugees who were fleeing from the orcs to the east along Thicket’s Road. The squads of foot soldiers were also divided between the three directions of attack…” - the old courtier was clearly afraid to look the prince in the eyes, thinking that the information provided could cause the wrath of a person of royal blood.

"And also - instead of resting before the battle, at an emergency military council it was decided to speed up the movement of our troops..." - the old man's words sound barely audible, as if he wanted no one to hear him.

"Why? Why speed up the movement of our troops?" - the prince barely restrains the desire to curse.

"Your mysterious disappearance at night gave rise to the version that you were kidnapped by orcs... Speeding up the movement of our troops and a quick victory is the way to save you, according to everyone present at the military council..."

Jason nodded understandingly.

However, the look of his slightly greenish eyes (which seemed to emit a strange, barely noticeable glow) was gloomy.

The prince ran his hand through his beautiful fiery red curls, realizing that the unforeseen consequences of his actions could lead to something completely different from what he was striving for.

The united eborvairian army was divided into three autonomously operating parts.

There is no effective coordination and unified command.

The single powerful "fist" of the heavy knight cavalry was also divided into a tier of small units.

This...

This could simply become a disaster!

"These idiots... They are not worthy of the slightest freedom... In your absence, they are capable of ruining anything..." - a quiet, vague whisper in the prince's head is like a barely noticeable breath of wind.

Pain in the wound...

Fatigue due to long hours of magical concentration on spell-illusion...

Anger at himself and his recklessness...

Anger at his courtiers...

The chaos of emotions in Prince Jason's soul is so strong that he can barely restrain a flash of anger.

But what to do now?

The battle is already in full swing...