In Tyrande's impression, there were no thieves in the city of Sulama - under the protection of His Highness the moon god Elune, everyone in the city lived happily.

But Tyrande felt like a thief now, and for the first time in his own sitting--as if he had only glanced at the situation next door, and Tyrande felt a little out of breath—under the moon-white sacrificial veil, a heart beat faster with nervousness in his young chest.

Tyrande knew that the lounges were all similarly furnished, and that she had been in Mr. Arthas's room for a long time yesterday, so she was not surprised by the facilities in the room.

On the empty wooden table was still the rest of the food he had eaten from the previous day—and Tyrande remembered that he had been in such a hurry that he hadn't had time to take the tray with him.

After a blind glance, Tyrande finally focused on her "mission" - she looked at the wooden bed that had become "transparent" in front of her, and saw that Mr. Arthas was still asleep, and that Lady Frost seemed to have woken up and was still crawling around the bed with great vigour, as if looking for something.

"Illidan is alarmist again...... Mr. Alsace didn't do anything! I really wouldn't believe Illidan's nonsense...... Tyrande, you have to be firm in your beliefs! ”

Seeing this, Tyrande couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and she patted her chest lightly, intending to terminate the spell - even though Tyrande knew that the wall in front of her was only transparent on one side. Mr. Alsace and Ms. Frost, who were next door to the room, could not see themselves, but ...... But Tyrande was just a little scared, and he couldn't say why.

But think about it. Tyrande still felt that she couldn't just stop - she feared that if she went out like this, Malfurion would be okay to say that Illidan would not be convinced - it would be bad if the guy found a way to find some new trouble, so ......

Tyrande felt that it was not good to continue peeping, but in order to convince Illidan, she decided to leave it at that...... Just look at it a little longer.

Tyrande stood nervously in front of the transparent wall, watching the movement next door—she saw Frost Lady crawling up and down on the bed. Suddenly, the whole person fell down and was blowing mischievously at the tip of Mr. Arthas's nose.

"Yikes!"

Tyrande couldn't help but let out an exclamation - although he knew that Mr. Arthas and Lady Frost next door couldn't hear his voice, Tyrande subconsciously covered his mouth with his hands - did Lady Frost want to wake up Mr. Arthas?

Tyrande only remembered it now. After bringing Mr. Arthas and Lady Frost to the Temple of the Moon yesterday, he arranged for them to have the same lounge without asking anything.

It should not be rash enough to do so—Tyrande thought—after all, Mr. Arthas said that Lady Frost was his fiancée......

The word fiancée Tyrande still knows, which means that someday in the future - judging by the age of Mr. Alsace. That day should not be far off - Lady Frost will be married to Mr. Alsace. And then became his wife.

"Husband...... Wife ......"

Tyrande muttered under her breath - she didn't know much about this kind of social relationship, whether it was Malfurion and Illidan, or Tyrande himself, who had grown up in a parentless family - except that Tyrande was an orphan of war who had been adopted by the sacrifices of the Temple of the Moon, which was why she had become a devout follower of Elune.

Tyrande knew that she was still very early in her marriage - she was not even sure if she would remain pure for the rest of her life for the moon god Elune - but like all ignorant maidens, Tyrande, who knew little about love, also had sweet expectations for the partner of her choice.

Because the opposite sex that I have seen the most since I was a child is the Angry Wind Brothers. So Tyrande's expectations for her future husband are modeled after the Fury Brothers - she wants her husband to be as strong and powerful as the Fury Brothers, but not as wooden as Malfurion. Nor will he be as arrogant and conceited as Illidan.

Tyrande, who had been stimulated by some of the stimuli and began to think wildly, was suddenly bewildered by Frostmourn's next move across the wall - she noticed that Frostmourn had been mischievously blowing on Arthas's face, and then quietly stepped back to the edge of the bed, where she sat there in a daze.

"Whew...... It turns out that Lady Frost didn't want to wake Mr. Arthas...... Well, she must have wanted Mr. Arthas to sleep a little longer...... Ms. Frost is really a considerate fiancée! I don't know how she met and fell in love with Mr. Arthas...... That must be an interesting story......

Tyrande muttered wistfully - love is not a word that comes up often for the Night Elves - their lives are so long that even if they are married, the deep love will eventually fade into the long, eternal time.

It's not like Tyrande hasn't seen a Night Elf couple in love, but ...... It seemed to her that the Night Elves were no different from brothers and sisters - which made her curious about the love between Arthas and Frost - and whether humans also had an eternal lifespan? Yesterday Mr. Alsace seemed to say that this was not the case...... What about their love...... What would it look like?

Just as Tyrande was stupidly contemplating a puzzle that she had no way to solve, she suddenly found that Lady Frost, who was sitting between Mr. Arthas's legs, turned her head sharply and stared at the transparent wall between herself and her, and there seemed to be a sharp gaze in her dark pupils, effortlessly piercing the wall and reaching into the depths of her soul.

"Yikes!"

Tyrande was so frightened that she forgot that she could put an end to the spell she used to "peep" at any moment—she knew it was safe—and the Priests of the Moon had perfected this spell to test the devotion of their faith, and no Night Elf, even the most brilliant mage, had ever discovered the weakness of such a spell.

Tyrande didn't think Lady Frost would find herself peeping...... Right? But why is she looking this way? Did you find something? Probably not...... Right?

Frost's next action alarmed Tyrande even more - she noticed that Frost Lady had reached out a finger and tapped it lightly on the wall in front of her - if it weren't for the fact that it was a wall and not a ripple, Tyrande would have almost worried that the other party's finger would have been pointed directly in front of her! (To be continued......)