Azeroth's Leaders...

"Slipped out of work!"

Looking at the undead queen before me, whose stern, serious expression was no different from her usual icy queenly demeanor, yet whose mouth was saying something utterly out of character, I felt as though a bright red sun of awkwardness was slowly rising over the horizon.

"Mm, is that way of putting it strange?"

Seeing my odd expression, Sylvanas was taken aback for a moment, then frowned and asked softly, "Actually, I have been studying how ordinary people in your world speak. I learned some of those words from your envoys."

"Lilina, right?"

I understood immediately: Lilina, who was familiar with the place, was the one who visited Azeroth World most often. And only that Archbishop could fool people with all kinds of warped common sense without the slightest psychological burden.

"Well, there is nothing wrong with it..." I looked at the still stern and solemn Forsaken Queen before me with deep regret, as though nothing could ever disrupt her train of thought. "Just do not learn random things from this little girl beside me in the future."

Lilina immediately pounced at me with claws bared, but I casually tossed her away.

"Although I do not quite understand, perhaps you are right." Sylvanas nodded, then took out several documents. "Although unity is the Savior Army's highest doctrine, for an event like this, a little competition seems like a good choice."

I understood what she meant. To ordinary people, the Multi-world Carnival was naturally just a festival, a stage for unrestrained merriment. But to these racial leaders, it was also an opportunity to compete with one another: how to display their world's culture before people from other worlds, how to make their race's offerings stand out among the teams from their own world, how to make their