Guard or Conquer

"So, in the end, both Illidan and Maiev stayed?" Deren took the black tea Anveena handed him, sipped it lightly, and asked Jaina across from him.

Theramore's morning light shone brightly through the window onto her golden hair, making it gleam like gold. Her face was filled with happiness and contentment—Deren had gone to the Mage Tower last night to sing Theresa a lullaby. Well, he had sung until midnight before coming home. As a result, Jaina had stewed another nourishing soup today.

"Yes. The two of them are now leading dozens of elf students in studying the Holy Light." With a piece of fried egg in her mouth, Jaina gazed lovingly at Deren.

"Cough—" Before Deren could recover, a certain Black Dragon beside him gave a warning cough.

"Hehe—" On the other side, Chromie bit down on her fork and held up two fingers at Deren.

"Hiss—" Deren could only suck in a breath.

At the Theramore guard camp, Jaina had cleared out a barracks for the newly arrived Night Elves. There were more than thirty volunteers, all selected by Tyrande from the Sisterhood of Elune. Their faith in the Moon Goddess was unwavering. Only then had they felt reassured enough to come learn the Holy Light.

In the large classroom on the first floor, Illidan stood on the platform and watched dozens of pairs of eyes fixed on him. Cold sweat seeped from the back of his neck.

As the saying went, there were two great fears in life: introverts taking the stage, and extroverts being forced to stay quiet.

Don't be fooled by Illidan's usual image as a cool, aloof heartthrob. He always spoke in a muffled voice and looked unruffled by honor or disgrace. In truth, he was too socially anxious to speak properly.

"Fellow elves."