"Arator has been sent away, and little sister cried her eyes out."
Theramore, Deren's home.
Sylvanas had come over again to complain, and incidentally have breakfast.
"Hmph! Have the Orcs been so quiet lately that you're this idle as Ranger Captain?" Onyxia grumbled unhappily.
"Oni, who is this elf?" Sinestra, the Old Dragon Mother, had no idea who this elf was, casually barging in and sitting down to eat without a hint of restraint. She could only quietly ask her daughter.
"Sigh!" What else could a Black Dragon do? Onyxia slowly explained Sylvanas's background.
"Oh, so Deren picked her up too?" As expected, the elderly saw things differently and immediately reached a peculiar conclusion.
Deren kept his head down and ate, pretending to be an ostrich. Between Sylvanas, the queen, and his Black Dragon companion, he could only choose silence. If nothing needed saying, he said nothing.
But Sylvanas clearly did not intend to let him off. "Hey, Deren, why didn't my eldest sister come looking for me back then? Why did she instead find little sister, who hadn't even graduated from ranger training? I never knew Arator existed."
"Hehe!" Deren laughed stiffly. "There are all sorts of unreasonable things about that child himself. You know your fate changed, but in truth, when you count it all up, everyone's fates intertwined and shifted together."
"What does that mean? Why can't I understand any of it?" Sylvanas asked curiously.
"The Timeline is in disorder!" Deren briefly explained to the Queen.
Deren sighed. "In short, something went wrong with Oni's father, Deathwing."
"What does that old Black Dragon have to do with it?" Sylvanas hurriedly asked. "Explain it clearly."
Deren raised one finger before speaking. "First, our world is real and continuous. Time cannot be casually crossed or altered. The development of