"Are you and Sarodar really going to war? I thought you were friends."
Earth, Bavaria.
Elena looked calmly at Sargeras, who sat across from her.
She usually liked sitting for a while at the outdoor tables in front of this café, enjoying the peace and leisure of the little town.
"Our relationship... is rather complicated. To a mortal insect like you... anyway, we have to fight at least once."
Sargeras habitually began with his favorite catchphrase, but before he could finish, Elena's fierce glare forced him to change his wording.
At that moment, a waiter carrying a tray approached quietly. Trembling visibly, he placed the coffees from the tray onto the table between them.
"Thank you. For a demon, your service is fairly good. Are you trembling because you are too frightened and excited to see your master?"
The waiter froze for a moment. Then, with boundless fear, he glanced at the expressionless Sargeras, forced out a smile uglier than crying, bowed, and hurried away.
"You already knew?"
"I knew long ago, but I can't even be bothered to scold you now. You turned this entire town into a stage for demons to perform on. If I said I didn't allow it, would you stop? I don't want to waste my effort."
Elena lifted her coffee, took a sip, then shot Sargeras another glare.
"Perhaps these demons have played their roles for so long that they have forgotten who they really are. The masks on their faces have long since become their real faces."
The girl continued meaningfully. Sargeras said nothing.
"So, which is better? The prosperous place it is now, or the poor, rundown little town it once was? I can't say either. We need to think about that slowly ourselves."
"Then what have you figured out?" Sargeras suddenly