Adorable Theresa

Having acquired a new weapon, Varian spent every day with the divine sword, even neglecting a certain Evil God lady.

As for Anduin, he seemed to enter the room across the hall every night and not return to his own room until dawn.

Everyone had their own secrets.

For example, Deren was currently troubled over how to divide his time for Theresa. The child was nearly a year old now. She was healthy, could recognize people and call them by name, and could even wobble a few steps on her own.

Jaina was always coming to Deren's home, wanting him to spend more time with the child and talk more with Theresa. Even Onyxia had no way to stop it. Fortunately, Deren returned home before dinner every day. The Black Dragon had tacitly accepted this arrangement as well.

Varian's family had also returned. This long journey had brought them many novel experiences and deepened the bonds between family members.

Life passed by so peacefully, seeming intense at times yet ordinary at others.

If Deren had not occasionally seen White Jaina appear around Theresa, he might have nearly forgotten that this was Azeroth, a world where Undead were as common as dogs and demons roamed everywhere.

"Hello, White Jaina." Deren saw her again today. Jaina here had to deal with governmental affairs, so she could only leave Deren alone with Theresa. Then White Jaina took the opportunity to appear beside Theresa again.

White Jaina, dressed in a cloak and wearing a hood, was still not very accustomed to getting along with an outsider like Deren. She merely nodded silently.

Deren did not mind. He continued keeping his daughter company, sticking out his tongue and making faces, or covering his own face and pretending he could not see her before lowering his