Azshara vs. Ysera

After Queen Azshara regained her appearance, she did not immediately return to Nazjatar as Deren had wished.

"The wandering mage promised me this. If I wished, I could live in Theramore," Azshara said righteously. Jaina could not drive away a guest of Theramore, especially one who had paid to buy an entire street in the most luxurious district of the city. Gold coins came pouring into Theramore's treasury.

Deren was speechless after hearing that. The Queen who had stayed home for ten thousand years, like the Old God who had stayed home for tens of thousands of years, had both become captivated by the worldly splendor of Theramore.

"Forget it. Let them have their fun." Deren was numb too. Herding one sheep was herding; herding a flock was also herding.

Only the Black Dragon Oni showed a nervous expression. She blankly wondered whether Deren's physique that attracted Princesses had evolved and now started attracting Queens. But she could only bury her concerns in her heart.

"Wow! The sheen of this silk! It's even softer than the mooncloth in my palace back then!"

"My goodness! This cold dessert called 'ice cream' is practically a gift only gods should enjoy!"

"This... this little box that sings by itself—a music box! I'll take it! Wrap it up!"

Theramore's market had welcomed its most generous, most demanding, and most eye-catching customer since its founding. Azshara was completely immersed in the material prosperity of ten thousand years later and could not bear to leave. She spent lavishly and had a sharp eye, quickly becoming the number-one patron every merchant both loved and hated. Wherever she went, she inevitably caused a commotion and drew crowds of onlookers. After all, the beauty known as the "light among lights" was no exaggeration.

As for money, after staying beneath