A Conversation Between Brother and Sister

After dinner, Roderick was naturally the one responsible for washing the dishes, while Remilia had already slipped into the bathroom. The girl, who loved cleanliness to an extreme degree, made sure to keep herself spotless every day whenever conditions allowed.

Once Roderick had finished up in the kitchen and washed himself, Remilia, wrapped in a nightgown, directly pulled him back to her bedroom.

"Did you see the death knight in Stratholme?" Remilia asked curiously from beneath the blankets. Death knights were famous even in Dalaran. As she spoke, she cast a spell called 'Warmth,' rapidly raising the temperature in the room.

"No, I didn't. Baron Rivendare is the Scourge's highest commander in Stratholme. If we had run into him, the few of us might not have escaped." Roderick was forcefully dragged to the bedside by his sister and sat beside her, patiently explaining.

"That really was dangerous. Good thing you didn't meet him. Are those Silver Dawn paladins all as stiff as Brother Augustine? And they have to stay with Undead and Orcs too. They must stink to high heaven." Remilia liked hearing tales of adventure, but she did not want her brother to be in danger.

As for the Silver Dawn knights who wanted to reach an agreement with the Orcs and Forsaken, Remilia interpreted it in her own way. The rotten stench of corpses mixed with the unwashed body odor of Orcs—how horrifying. The Silver Dawn knights had to be strange people.

"They're all excellent warriors. They've always persisted in fighting the Scourge." The Eastern Plaguelands were far more dangerous than Hillsbrad.

"Why do those Scarlet Crusade soldiers listen to that old inspector? Wasn't that female knight from last time their High General?"

"The citizens of Stratholme were so pitiful... boohoo..."

"Were all the High Elves you saw