Waking up from the darkness, Loria, who had always been a die-hard bed-ledger, quickly got up from the hard bedboard, picked up a small pot of water, and poured it down.

The feeling of coolness in her mouth made her sober and hummed twice in comfort - since she became a vampire, she had almost had to press her hands on the ice to feel the 'coolness', and the ice water that ordinary people drank might get sick was the best thing to quench her thirst.

I really want to thank myself for being a vampire, Loria thought that in this environment, if only ordinary people would have died a long time ago...... She grabbed her clothes accurately in the deep darkness without the slightest inconvenience...... Thanks again to the talent of the vampire...... Compared to the light and soft clothes she was used to, the rough clothes made of linen made her uncomfortable, and they were not warm at all...... The third time thanks to the vampire's talent, she doesn't feel cold at all.

Rather than the disturbing noise, Loria had only recently found herself unable to stand the complete silence...... Sometimes she would lie on her bed, made of a single hardwood plank, and listen intently to find the sound of bugs crawling on the ground...... An unattainable luxury.

Pouring some eerie smelling water from the vat, Loria managed to clean herself - or at least it looked clean.

She approached the corner where the garbage was piled up, removed the rags and crumpled paper balls used for camouflage, and gently pulled Alice out, only the finger-sized Alice was still asleep, and Loria carefully put her in her pocket, ready to leave the room.

Despite the hateful appearance of this dark and dilapidated room, Loria still cherished it, and only by staying here could she gain some insignificant security.

Reluctantly, she pushed open the door, and the candle burning in the corner of the hallway gave her a dim light, and she squinted her eyes to get used to the faint light after staying in the darkness for too long, and it took a long time to see clearly.

Loria carefully picked up the still-intact floor and walked up the stairs, afraid of falling even though she had been weighing around thirty kilograms for a long time—the wooden floors were so worn.

As she stepped forward, the planks that looked like they were about to die creaked like they were about to die, and Loria covered her ears with her hands, and a fierce shouting came from downstairs.

Some kind of self-created lingua franca with a strange accent that is impossible to understand accurately, completely ignoring grammar and word order.

When Loria came downstairs safely, a woman with half of her head missing was pointing at her and scolding, repeating over and over again, to the effect that 'you damn human, you have messed up the business of the hotel', and Loria, who had long been accustomed to this, completely ignored her, just walked up to her and stretched out her hands pitifully.

The undead proprietress who was missing half of her head gasped, as if she was so angry, she bent down and took out a loaf of bread from the counter and rudely shoved it into Loria's hand.

As usual, the bread was served warm.

"Thank you. ”

Loria grinned at her, only to be met with a new round of swearing.

Turning to leave, Loria broke the bread into small pieces, slipped it into Alice's pocket, and devoured the remaining half.

The heated, finest white bread had a rich wheat flavor in her mouth, and while it wasn't as luxurious as the one she had carefully selected in the snow, it was countless times better than what she had eaten in Stormwind.

Loria, who had been a street child and a governor, seemed to have suddenly realized something.

Isn't it more interesting to have the ups and downs of life? The feeling of being moved to tears for a loaf of bread is a precious memory that deserves to be engraved for a lifetime.

This day's affliction will be the sustenance of his day...... Thinking of this, Loria became happy, touched Alice in her pocket, hummed the tune she had recently learned, and jumped 'to work'.

……

Sylvanas Windranger is a name that would never be tarnished when juxtaposed with anyone else in Azeroth.

Loria knows a few things about her, such as her deeds of exorcising natural disasters and leading the free undead to establish a nation.

However, this is only a superficial understanding, Loria has neither lived in the era of her fame, nor has she ever met her.

With only vague imaginations about Sylvanas, Loria had no way of knowing what kind of person the Queen of the Forsaken was...... Until she was caught in the Undercity.

When Varimasas, who was carrying Loria, threw her to the ground, she saw the legendary Banshee King for the first time...... Because of the change in skin color after death, Loria felt that she looked more like a Night Elf.

After the Dreadlord explained Loria's identity to Sylvanas, the Banshee King simply looked at her without saying a word, with no hostility in his eyes, and no friendliness in his eyes.

"Can you sing?"

After staring at Loria for a long time, Sylvanas dragged her chin and asked in lingua franca.

Loria, who graduated from dentistry, was a smart one, she knew mechanical engineering, and although she lacked the creativity to invent anything, she was able to repair huge war machines on her own, and she also had a good talent for languages...... Although her self-taught orc language is a mess, she is fluent in Nomorigen and Dwarven languages, and if she is given enough time, it is not difficult for her to master all the major languages of Azeroth, and she is surprisingly adept at putting scarce resources where they are needed most, and out of flattery, Kana is said to have felt that she has the potential to become a strategist.

"No, it won't. ”

However, Loria doesn't even have the slightest talent for music, and the only few pieces she can hum are the Skyrim folk style that she learned from Nomi - a style that is good for expressing her heart but definitely not good.

"It's a shame. Sylvanas looked disappointed, she looked at Loria and said, "It's rare to have a good voice, can you dance?"

“…… Still won't. ”

Loria replied in a faint mosquito voice, and she began to worry that she would be killed for being useless.

"So, do you know how to draw?"

Sylvanas seemed to have lost interest in Loria, and sitting high on the throne, she didn't even look at Loria anymore, but turned her gaze elsewhere.

"Do mechanical drawings count?"

Asking questions cautiously, Loria was eager to spend all her damned math time singing, drawing, and dancing.

"I ...... I'll tell jokes!"

As the undead guards walked towards Loria, she uttered words that she would regret in the future.