Throughout the banquet, Queen Azshara on her throne maintained a cool and aloof demeanor, barely uttering a word.
The Night Elf nobles of Azshara, on the other hand, initially maintained their composure, adopting an aloof and unapproachable demeanor, as if engaging them in conversation would result in a magical bombardment.
But after a few rounds of drinks, their true colors were revealed. Everyone was in high spirits, their faces flushed, and many nobles even jumped onto the table. Some recited poems on the spot, some sang and danced, and some insisted on performing acrobatics.
One of the noblemen, in high spirits after drinking, even started a striptease in public, eliciting screams from the young girls.
The nobles were drunk and staggering, some with their chests exposed, some embracing each other, some crawling on the ground like turtles, some sleeping soundly on the table, and some kissing the table while hugging it—all sorts of unsightly behavior.
Illidan and Xavius maintained stiff smiles. Beside them, several nobles, their faces flushed from drinking, grabbed their hands, insisting on becoming sworn brothers with them, offering them estates, land, rare mounts, and other gifts.
Clearly, the Highborne of Azshara have very poor drinking manners; they become unruly when drunk. Is this just their custom here, or are they simply too happy today and have lost their manners? Robbie really couldn't figure it out.
In the end, the entire banquet could not continue, and after all the nobles present were drunk, it had to be hastily ended.
Illidan and Xavius were both terrified. In their minds, the Magic City of Azshara should be a solemn place, with a noble and beautiful queen and high-ranking Highborne.
These Highborne are so unreliable, but thankfully the Queen didn't disappoint them.
The drunken nobles were gradually sent home, the magically created banquet disappeared, and Queen Azshara had long since left the throne and returned to her palace.
Robbie remained seated; no one asked him to leave, and he didn't want to go.
Illidan and Xavius both controlled their alcohol intake well, not getting too drunk and keeping their minds clear. They looked at Robbie was sitting upright, with puzzled expressions.
Robbie didn't explain; he just sat there.
Before long, a richly dressed maid approached Robbie and whispered, "Queen Azshara requests your presence. It is an honor for the three of you to have an audience with Her Majesty."
Illidan and Xavius were immediately filled with admiration for Robbie, and the Queen's private audience with him was of great significance.
The three followed behind the maid, and Illidan asked in a low voice, "Guess why the Queen summoned us alone."
Xavius pondered for a while. After all, he was of noble birth and had a family tradition of learning, and he quickly made a connection.
"Robbie has rendered a great service to the Night Elf race, and Her Majesty the Queen will surely reward him. The proper procedure would be to announce it at the banquet, but these nobles are behaving inappropriately by drinking like this."
Illidan's eyes lit up upon hearing this. "I wonder what the reward will be. Please, it can't be a noble title; I've had enough of these Highborne."
Xavius disagreed. "I think this is a manifestation of true nature. They didn't pretend; aside from not harming others, they completely released their true nature, embodying Azshara's principles of freedom and equality."
Robbie secretly admired Xavius's judgment, but he had overlooked the most crucial issue.
Robbie smiled slightly and said seriously, "Didn't you notice? The Azshara on the throne is a fake queen."
"Fake?" Illidan and Xavius were both taken aback upon hearing this.
"How could it be fake?" Xavius didn't believe it; his admiration for the Queen surpassed that for Illidan.
Robbie coughed, and asked casually, "In your minds, what kind of person is Queen Azshara?"
"A powerful Mage, even the Dragon King is no match for her," Illidan replied immediately.
"A beautiful and aloof great queen, whose beauty and wisdom are unmatched," Xavius added.
"Alright." Robbie began to summarize. "Queen Azshara is beautiful and powerful. She is a powerful mage, a great queen, and the most beautiful woman among the Night Elves. How can such a perfect person exist in this world?"
"This!"
From a probabilistic perspective, it is almost impossible for three such powerful advantages to be concentrated in one person.
Of course, this cannot be used as a reason for refuting the argument. Robbie was just giving them some mental preparation so that when they met the real Queen Azshara, the psychological gap would be too great, their illusions would be shattered, and it would be too difficult for them to accept.
The maid led the way to the palace's basement, before a massive stone door.
She knocked gently on the door, and the stone door slowly opened. The maid smiled and left.
Robbie and his two companions entered the basement. The basement was spacious, but felt unusually empty. There was a large bed with a Night Elf woman in pajamas sitting on it, and that was it.
The woman had a very broad forehead, and her beautiful hair was casually tied into two ponytails, but unfortunately one ponytail was bigger than the other, completely asymmetrical and looking out of place.
The girl had large, but uninteresting eyes, giving the impression of being absent-minded. Little of the whites of her eyes were visible, and her pupils seemed to fill the entire eyeballs. Her face was covered in small freckles. Night Elf race women were known for their delicate features, and while this girl wasn't ugly, she was at best of average appearance.
The girl glanced sideways at the visitor, pouting, seemingly very unhappy.
To make a long story short, I am Queen Azshara.
"What, you're Queen Azshara?" Illidan and Xavius both looked surprised, especially Xavius, who rubbed his eyes hard, simply unable to believe it.
"I don't believe you. What proof do you have?" Illidan, straightforward by nature, disregarded social hierarchy and asked directly.
The girl swayed her uneven ponytails, bit her finger and thought for a moment, then gently extended her right hand forward. Illidan only felt a chill on his forehead, touched it, and found nothing had happened, looking completely bewildered.
The girl who called herself Queen Azshara held a book made entirely of flowing light. She turned to a page and began to read it with great interest:
"When Illidan Stormrage was six years old, he sneaked into the Temple of the Moon to peep at the Moon Goddess priests bathing. He was discovered by the Temple of the Moon guards, but escaped using his agility. The guards then spotted Xavius, who was strolling nearby, and captured him."
Upon hearing this, Xavius flew into a rage. "So, Illidan, it turns out I was framed because of you! I was hung up for three whole days! I was only eight years old then, eight years old!"
Illidan looked embarrassed and didn't know what to say. Then the girl stretched out her right hand again, this time targeting Xavius. An identical book appeared in the girl's hand.
"Xavius Yunu, who secretly loved Lisa from the same village, wrote 532 love letters over three years, but unfortunately he didn't have the courage to send them. He hid them in an old tree hole under the wooden house, but most of them were chewed up by rats."
Looking at the dumbfounded Illidan and Xavius, the girl said calmly, "Now do you believe I am Queen Azshara? If not..."
Queen Azshara held up two books in her hands. "These contain the records of everything you've experienced."
The magic that allows one to peek into other people's memories.
Illidan and Xavius exchanged a glance and knelt down simultaneously.
"Great Queen Azshara, please forgive our offense."