[Alleria's Misery]

No elf in Silvermoon City could answer Lyrath's question, but that did not mean no elf elsewhere could.

For instance, an elf in Stranglethorn Vale was qualified to answer Lyrath's question.

Yet the High Elf qualified to answer Lyrath's question was currently lying on the bed with an expression of utter misery, saying nothing.

The night had been swept away, and the sun had returned to the heavens, taking Elune's place. Sunlight Illumination spread across the canopy of Stranglethorn Vale, and the jungle, washed by a night of torrential rain, brimmed with life.

None of it had anything to do with Alleria Windrunner. Right now, she only wanted to die. Of course, ideally, before dying, she would skin, dismember, and burn those three unforgivable villains to ashes, then cast them into the Great Sea!

Alleria swore that in her centuries of life, she had never endured the humiliation she suffered last night! Compared to this humiliation, the fates of those elves killed or captured by trolls somehow no longer seemed quite so tragic.

She touched the still-damp bedsheets, which gave off a nauseating stench, and the indignation and despair in her heart grew by the second! How could such lecherous fiends exist in this world? And there were three of them, all appearing at her side!

Just touching the sheets made goosebumps rise all over her body in disgust. If she had not gone a full day and night without eating, she would have thrown up!

Whenever she thought of what had happened last night...

Alleria simply could not stop the sorrow flooding her heart. Tears seeped uncontrollably from her pale, reddened eyes, falling drop by drop onto the filthy bed.

This scene happened to fall into Shandris's eyes as she appeared at the doorway.

Heat rose uncontrollably to the