The Naaru Z'rali was settled in City Hall, in a room of her own.
In a sense, she counted as an official employee on Theramore's payroll.
She had accepted Theramore's protection, and in turn, she had taken on Theramore's obligations.
With the matter handled, Deren prepared to go home and said goodbye to Alleria.
Her gaze shifted aside, and her eyes turned cold, as if she did not want to say much to him.
Deren had no choice but to decide he would have less contact with her in the future. His relationship with her seemed impossible to sort out—the more he tried to explain it, the messier it became.
The distance she showed toward Deren in front of Jaina also seemed to be a strategy to make her position clear.
After settling Z'rali in, Jaina teleported back to the Mage Tower by herself.
Deren walked out of City Hall and prepared to go home alone.
Although he could have had the female mage teleport him home, he still liked to walk by himself from time to time, and observe Theramore's economic situation along the way.
The previous grain speculation incident had been something he discovered from clues while wandering around. He thought again of a certain blue-haired girl.
He walked through a commercial district, and could not help stopping here and there to observe.
All kinds of shops were busy, presenting a bustling, prosperous scene.
Just then, a Ranger Patrol was passing through the street.
These High Elf rangers had already lived in Theramore for several years, and were very familiar with the various forces in the marketplace. Their stance was also very neutral, so they could keep things under control.
At that moment, the young ranger Vereesa walking at the very front had her eyes light up. Her