Theramore, Deren's residence.
The morning sunlight shone into the living room window, growing warm and gentle after passing through the screen.
A gust of salty sea breeze blew in, stirring the light and shadows.
Inside Deren's home, the dining table was crowded with people.
"The Blackrock Orcs have all been eliminated." Jaina glanced at Sylvanas. For some reason, ever since returning from the battle against the Blackrock Orcs, the latter had grown somewhat sharp-edged.
"That's right. After interrogating the prisoners, not a single one was left. They all went down to meet Great Chieftain Blackhand." Sylvanas squeezed her cup and downed a large gulp of strong liquor.
"I-Isn't it a bit early to be drinking?" Deren muttered softly. The liquor did not even belong to him, but was brought by Queen Sylvanas herself.
What kind of behavior was it to bring your own booze over for a morning drink?
"Heh!" Sylvanas laughed. "Me drinking is still better than drinking fruit tea!" As she spoke, she lowered her gaze, casting a sideways glance at Deren.
The man was frightened by the stare and hurriedly picked up his coffee to take a sip.
"Haha!" Sylvanas could not help but burst into hearty laughter.
"Second Sister, what are you laughing at?" the little ranger expressed her dissatisfaction. "And last time you went to fight the orcs, you didn't even take me with you. You didn't even bring little bro. It's so infuriating."
Hearing this, Sylvanas's expression turned serious, and she said earnestly to Vereesa, "The battlefield is no fun place. It is a very lucky thing that you can stay away from it."
"You're lying!" Vereesa protested softly.
"Have you forgotten Silvermoon City? Have you forgotten the harm the Scourge brought us? Have you forgotten how our parents died at the hands of