Simon's prophecy Tyrande was silently hidden in his heart, and no one told him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Although she didn't understand why Simon should be wary of Savis - in Tyrande's opinion, although Savis had the arrogance and paranoia of the upper elves, he was not bad to them, and he did not harbor ill towards them like other nobles, and he protected them a lot, and even spoke for them publicly. As Azhara's most confidant courtier, his attitude made Tyrande's situation slightly better, although only a little, but in the eyes of Tyrande, who was struggling at the moment, it was also precious.

Finally, a few days later, as the aristocrats became more and more vocal, Empress Aishara summoned them.

It was in the hall where the court was taking place that Tyrande had seen the Venerable Empress Azhara for the first time.

The entire hall is decorated with countless glasses and crystals. Here, gold and mythril are used as ordinary paints to decorate lifelike patterns, and jewelry and jade are set as if they were stones in delicate and elegant shapes. The huge Sky Dome is covered by a single piece of transparent magic crystal, which can change color according to the Empress's preference.

Upon entering this dream-like temple, Tyrande was thrilled and terrified. Because all this beauty does not seem to be real in the world. But as she saw the Empress seated in the center, everything around her seemed to dim, except for the Empress. No matter how beautiful the surrounding decorations are, they are not as eye-catching as her careless every move.

She sat in the golden high-backed round chair large enough to be used as a bed, and the backrest behind her was held carefully in it like an open shell. She is the pride of all the Night Elves, all the beauty, all the power, as if all gathered on her alone.

Tyrande could not help but marvel at how apt and correct all the compliments had been to her. If anything, it's that the Night Elves don't have enough language, and no amount of words can make her beautiful.

Tyrande respectfully walked up to Azhara and fell to her knees.

"Ah...... Elune's little girl, let me see. Ishshara smiled and handed the glass to Vaschi, holding the golden scepter, which moved down and pointed at the top of Tyrande's head. I allow you to look at me, little girl. ”

Tyrande looked up as she spoke, looking at Azhara so closely that she felt her brain feel a little dizzy.

The light of the light, it's so beautiful...... She thought, and then her second thought was - if Simon saw her, would he fall in love with her and forget about Narimi......

This momentary thought was quickly suppressed by her. She is the priest of the Moon Temple at the moment, representing the dignity of the Moon Temple.

Come on! Pull yourself together! Tyrande! Elune is watching you, too!

Her mind curled the corners of Azhara's mouth slightly. The Empress's elegant voice sounded like a chant. "Your name ......"

"Tyrande."

…………

Far away in the palace, Simon is packing her bags for Tyrion.

"Today is a good day for Tyrande to meet His Majesty. You don't care at all. Aren't you good friends? Tyrion asked curiously, looking at Simon, who was busy with him.

"The teacher and the dean are avoiding suspicion, I'm going to mix something." Is he really a hot-blooded young man? What's more, the little wolf dog beside Tyrande who protects the flowers is already unpleasant to him, why should he do such a thankless job.

Simon's prophecy Tyrande was silently hidden in his heart, and no one told him. Although she did not understand why Simon was wary of Savis - in Tyrande's opinion, although Savis had the pride and paranoia of the upper elves, he was not bad to them, and he did not harbor ill towards them like other nobles, and he protected them and even spoke for them publicly. As Azhara's most confidant courtier, his attitude made Tyrande's situation slightly better, although only a little, but in the eyes of Tyrande, who was struggling at the moment, it was also precious.

Finally, a few days later, as the aristocrats became more and more vocal, Empress Aishara summoned them.

It was in the hall where the court was taking place that Tyrande had seen the Venerable Empress Azhara for the first time.

The entire hall is decorated with countless glasses and crystals. Here, gold and mythril are used as ordinary paints to decorate lifelike patterns, and jewelry and jade are set as if they were stones in delicate and elegant shapes. The huge Sky Dome is covered by a single piece of transparent magic crystal, which can change color according to the Empress's preference.

Upon entering this dream-like temple, Tyrande was thrilled and terrified. Because all this beauty does not seem to be real in the world. But as she saw the Empress seated in the center, everything around her seemed to dim, except for the Empress. No matter how beautiful the surrounding decorations are, they are not as eye-catching as her careless every move.

She sat in the golden high-backed round chair large enough to be used as a bed, and the backrest behind her was held carefully in it like an open shell. She is the pride of all the Night Elves, all the beauty, all the power, as if all gathered on her alone.

Tyrande could not help but marvel at how apt and correct all the compliments had been to her. If anything, it's that the Night Elves don't have enough language, and no amount of words can make her beautiful.

Tyrande respectfully walked up to Azhara and fell to her knees.

"Ah...... Elune's little girl, let me see. Ishshara smiled and handed the glass to Vaschi, holding the golden scepter, which moved down and pointed at the top of Tyrande's head. I allow you to look at me, little girl. ”

Tyrande looked up as she spoke, looking at Azhara so closely that she felt her brain feel a little dizzy.

The light of the light, it's so beautiful...... She thought, and then her second thought was - if Simon saw her, would he fall in love with her and forget about Narimi......

This momentary thought was quickly suppressed by her. She is the priest of the Moon Temple at the moment, representing the dignity of the Moon Temple.

Come on! Pull yourself together! Tyrande! Elune is watching you, too!

Her mind curled the corners of Azhara's mouth slightly. The Empress's elegant voice sounded like a chant. "Your name ......"

"Tyrande."

…………

Far away in the palace, Simon is packing her bags for Tyrion.

"Today is a good day for Tyrande to meet His Majesty. You don't care at all. Aren't you good friends? Tyrion asked curiously, looking at Simon, who was busy with him.

"The teacher and the dean are avoiding suspicion, I'm going to mix something." Is he really a hot-blooded young man? What's more, the little wolf dog beside Tyrande who protects the flowers is already unpleasant to him, why should he do such a thankless job.

Simon's prophecy Tyrande was silently hidden in his heart, and no one told him. Although she did not understand why Simon was wary of Savis - in Tyrande's opinion, although Savis had the pride and paranoia of the upper elves, he was not bad to them, and he did not harbor ill towards them like other nobles, and he protected them and even spoke for them publicly. As Azhara's most confidant courtier, his attitude made Tyrande's situation slightly better, although only a little, but in the eyes of Tyrande, who was struggling at the moment, it was also precious.

Finally, a few days later, as the aristocrats became more and more vocal, Empress Aishara summoned them.

It was in the hall where the court was taking place that Tyrande had seen the Venerable Empress Azhara for the first time.

The entire hall is decorated with countless glasses and crystals. Here, gold and mythril are used as ordinary paints to decorate lifelike patterns, and jewelry and jade are set as if they were stones in delicate and elegant shapes. The huge Sky Dome is covered by a single piece of transparent magic crystal, which can change color according to the Empress's preference.

Upon entering this dream-like temple, Tyrande was thrilled and terrified. Because all this beauty does not seem to be real in the world. But as she saw the Empress seated in the center, everything around her seemed to dim, except for the Empress. No matter how beautiful the surrounding decorations are, they are not as eye-catching as her careless every move.

She sat in the golden high-backed round chair large enough to be used as a bed, and the backrest behind her was held carefully in it like an open shell. She is the pride of all the Night Elves, all the beauty, all the power, as if all gathered on her alone.

Tyrande could not help but marvel at how apt and correct all the compliments had been to her. If anything, it's that the Night Elves don't have enough language, and no amount of words can make her beautiful.

Tyrande respectfully walked up to Azhara and fell to her knees.

"Ah...... Elune's little girl, let me see. Ishshara smiled and handed the glass to Vaschi, holding the golden scepter, which moved down and pointed at the top of Tyrande's head. I allow you to look at me, little girl. ”

Tyrande looked up as she spoke, looking at Azhara so closely that she felt her brain feel a little dizzy.

The light of the light, it's so beautiful...... She thought, and then her second thought was - if Simon saw her, would he fall in love with her and forget about Narimi......

This momentary thought was quickly suppressed by her. She is the priest of the Moon Temple at the moment, representing the dignity of the Moon Temple.

Come on! Pull yourself together! Tyrande! Elune is watching you, too!

Her mind curled the corners of Azhara's mouth slightly. The Empress's elegant voice sounded like a chant. "Your name ......"

"Tyrande."

…………

Far away in the palace, Simon is packing her bags for Tyrion.

"Today is a good day for Tyrande to meet His Majesty. You don't care at all. Aren't you good friends? Tyrion asked curiously, looking at Simon, who was busy with him.

"The teacher and the dean are avoiding suspicion, I'm going to mix something." Is he really a hot-blooded young man? What's more, the little wolf dog beside Tyrande who protects the flowers is already unpleasant to him, why should he do such a thankless job.

Simon's prophecy Tyrande was silently hidden in his heart, and no one told him. Although she did not understand why Simon was wary of Savis - in Tyrande's opinion, although Savis had the pride and paranoia of the upper elves, he was not bad to them, and he did not harbor ill towards them like other nobles, and he protected them and even spoke for them publicly. As Azhara's most confidant courtier, his attitude made Tyrande's situation slightly better, although only a little, but in the eyes of Tyrande, who was struggling at the moment, it was also precious.

Finally, a few days later, as the aristocrats became more and more vocal, Empress Aishara summoned them.

It was in the hall where the court was taking place that Tyrande had seen the Venerable Empress Azhara for the first time.

The entire hall is decorated with countless glasses and crystals. Here, gold and mythril are used as ordinary paints to decorate lifelike patterns, and jewelry and jade are set as if they were stones in delicate and elegant shapes. The huge Sky Dome is covered by a single piece of transparent magic crystal, which can change color according to the Empress's preference.

Upon entering this dream-like temple, Tyrande was thrilled and terrified. Because all this beauty does not seem to be real in the world. But as she saw the Empress seated in the center, everything around her seemed to dim, except for the Empress. No matter how beautiful the surrounding decorations are, they are not as eye-catching as her careless every move.

She sat in the golden high-backed round chair large enough to be used as a bed, and the backrest behind her was held carefully in it like an open shell. She is the pride of all the Night Elves, all the beauty, all the power, as if all gathered on her alone.

Tyrande could not help but marvel at how apt and correct all the compliments had been to her. If anything, it's that the Night Elves don't have enough language, and no amount of words can make her beautiful.

Tyrande respectfully walked up to Azhara and fell to her knees.

"Ah...... Elune's little girl, let me see. Ishshara smiled and handed the glass to Vaschi, holding the golden scepter, which moved down and pointed at the top of Tyrande's head. I allow you to look at me, little girl. ”

Tyrande looked up as she spoke, looking at Azhara so closely that she felt her brain feel a little dizzy.

The light of the light, it's so beautiful...... She thought, and then her second thought was - if Simon saw her, would he fall in love with her and forget about Narimi......