Decisive Victory

That frightened the Ysiel elf. An omniscient genius—how was she supposed to fight him? But she quickly noticed something was wrong. "Why are you telling me this? Was it just to scare me and throw me off balance so you can keep deceiving me?"

Deren shrugged helplessly. "Look, all communication and dialogue are built on mutual trust. Without trust, no matter how much you say or how well you say it, it's useless."

Then he fell silent too, looking as though he did not care whether she believed him or not.

The Evil God elf said nothing either, her beautiful eyes sweeping up and down the utterly ordinary-looking man.

After a long while, Ysiel finally could not help asking, "Then, lord Deren, what is your plan? How do you intend to deal with me?"

"I want to hear your opinion. Let me emphasize again: we will honor the agreement we reached with you. We will not burn bridges after crossing them, nor deny you once we turn hostile. I understand very clearly that in Azeroth, past, present, and future, betrayal and broken promises are common. As long as the benefits are great enough, people can betray their word. But such a world is simply too chaotic. Theramore is a neutral city and a commercial city. We regard credit as something as precious as life itself. Even when facing an Evil God, we will still keep our promises. Because trust is extremely difficult to build, yet incredibly easy to destroy." Deren emphasized his principles to her.

Deren's words gave Ysiel a start. She stared at him in disbelief. "You actually dare say that you would uphold trust and promises even with an Evil God? Then you really are unique, with insight surpassing most people in this world. What you said earlier