Thrall remained silent, while White Jaina kept sneering.
Thrall took a deep breath and said to White Jaina, "I'm sorry, Jaina. I once harbored thoughts I shouldn't have had. I thought everything was arranged by fate. For the Orcs, for the Horde, I planned to sacrifice my reputation, stay away from power, and hide away in some corner of the world for the rest of my life."
"You call that giving up power and hiding away, but did you ever consider whether those people you sacrificed, including the Horde, gained anything from it? Or was it just another tactic of yours, retreating in order to advance?" White Jaina was not moved by Thrall's performance.
Thrall wore a melancholy expression, as though no one understood him, and offered no explanation.
Then a sudden commotion rose outside, followed by the sounds of fighting. When Thrall sensed something was wrong and stood up, the door was violently shoved open. Three blue-haired elves burst inside.
The moment they entered, a blue-haired male elf shouted excitedly, "Wandering Mage, are you all right?"
"Oh, Kalecgos, why have you come again?" White Jaina rose to her feet. After living in Theramore for so long, the two groups had naturally crossed paths and visited each other whenever they had time. For some reason, Kalecgos always felt a little guilty toward the "wandering mage" White Jaina claimed to be, and would occasionally bring two Blue Dragon girls to visit her.
Thrall standing there immediately drew Kalecgos's suspicion. He shouted, "Stop! What are you trying to do, Orc?"
White Jaina understood as well. This chuunibyou Blue Dragon seemed to have misunderstood and thought she had been kidnapped by Orcs. She waved him off and said, "This is Thrall, the Great Chieftain of the Orcs. He came to chat with me