Twilight Judgment

"It was Archbishop of the Holy Light Benedictus. Stop guessing; you can end your investigation."

In the Noble District, within the Black Dragon Princess's luxurious estate, Onyxia lounged on the sofa. She took a sip of wine, glanced at Prince Anduin seated across from her, then dropped a bombshell.

Anduin sprang to his feet, staring at Onyxia in disbelief.

"Benedictus? How could that be? Are you sure?"

"What, you already don't believe me?" Onyxia shot a glance at the prince she had watched grow up.

Did this count as her making a cameo as a human nanny? She had spent far more time caring for and teaching Anduin than she had tending to young black dragons of her own kind.

"Ah, no, no, that's not what I meant. I just can't believe this accusation I've heard. You understand, Benedictus, he, he..."

For a moment, Anduin did not know how to describe it.

"Enough. Otherwise, why do you think I've always been so wary of him? No hidden aura can escape my eyes. That old fool's acting is good enough for Karazhan's opera house. This Black Dragon Princess has it rough—I not only work for your Stormwind Royal Court for free, but I also have to keep an eye on your personal safety at all times."

Anduin awkwardly rubbed his nose. "Uh... don't you often nap on top of Stormwind City's gates? The bricks up there have never been repaired, so I think we're even."

Honestly, Prince Anduin did not have a bad impression of Black Dragon Princess Onyxia. Ever since he had been born, Onyxia had been working for the Stormwind Kingdom, and her achievements had been exceptionally impressive.

Furthermore, Onyxia could be considered half of the prince's mentor. From childhood to adulthood, aside from Stormwind Keep, the place Anduin