When Tyrande changed back into her clothes and came downstairs to see Deren again, a barely noticeable blush touched her face.
After all, everyone in this house was female except for him.
Deren understood what she meant and waved a hand. "Don't worry. Everyone here will keep your secret."
The High Priestess nodded. Only after her earlier impulse had passed did fear set in. If this got out, how could she ever face anyone again?
But everyone in this house belonged to Deren's circle, and she and he were allies bound by mutual interests. There was still some room for courtesy.
She took a deep breath. Her gaze swept over the Ranger Captain again, but now that her reason had returned, she no longer lost control of her emotions as she had earlier.
Yet whenever she caught sight of Sylvanas, an inexplicable pain stabbed through her heart. That intense hatred swiftly filled her chest as well.
She could only silently recall how it had felt to wear that improper maid outfit. Her hairs immediately stood on end, her entire body stiffened, and an even stronger emotion washed away those inexplicable feelings.
Deren's method seemed very effective. She silently committed this unprecedented form of psychological Healing Spell to memory. Her hand unconsciously brushed the Space Bag at her waist, where the uniform she had just changed out of had been stored.
Suppressing all her unusual emotions, she returned to being the cold and confident High Priestess and bid Deren farewell. "All right, things here have been dealt with. I need to hurry back to the front lines too."
Deren waved silently, thinking, Hurry back already! Stop going crazy here.
Tyrande looked around at everyone in the room, then used Divine Arts to teleport back home.
As soon as she left, the