This was the first time Devos, the Paragon of Loyalty, had accompanied Rowan on a mission to Azeroth. She had relinquished her pure white wings and taken the form of a tall female warrior.
After living in the Morris Industries District for an entire month, Devos had gradually begun to change her perspective under the influence of her surroundings.
As her attendant, Archon Kalyonss, had said, Kul Tiras was a sacred nation. Humans might be contradictory creatures easily bound by emotion, but in the social system led by Rowan, justice and stability-those perfect principles of order-had truly become part of the complex workings of society.
Yet Devos still harbored doubts. On their journey to Val'sharah, she had questioned Rowan more than once.
Devos, who seemed to understand the vicissitudes of the world and the truth of honor, became a humble student before Rowan.
She knew Rowan understood the truth, and that truth could neither be questioned nor refuted.
Devos stepped forward, but Katrana interrupted the question on the tip of her tongue.
"Look at my new makeup." Katrana had learned various makeup techniques from Xal'atath and carefully styled herself as a female student fresh out of the School of Magic.
Katrana wore a blue student uniform, its straight trousers and fitted top perfectly accentuating her long legs and full bust. To make herself look more lively, she had carefully removed the dark eyeshadow beneath her brows and around the corners of her eyes.
Following Xal'atath's advice, she had applied only light makeup and a little foundation, giving her face a rosy glow.
A dragon's skin in humanoid form was already softer than an ordinary human woman's, and Katrana was still growing, her face brimming with youthful fullness.
If she kept her mouth shut, Rowan really could have mistaken Katrana for