"Ah, I'm ...... I'm here to confess your mistake to Mr. Alsace! ”

Like a frightened rabbit, Tyrande looked up at Arthas in a panic, and then immediately lowered his head and said with some sadness.

"What? Admitting mistakes? ”

Arthas was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief - he had thought that Tyrande had come to ask the master for his sin, and he would seriously discuss with himself what kind of unforgivable act it was to commit adultery with Frost's Sorrow in the sacred Temple of the Moon, but he didn't expect the first thing the Priestess of the Moon said was ...... Was she wrong? What was she wrong?

"That's right, I ......"

Tyrande squirmed, snorting suddenly, sensing that something wasn't quite right with the smell in the room...... Well...... It smells like sashimi, and it looks like ...... Tyrande couldn't help but think of his mount.

His Highness the Luna god is above—Tyrande hastened to confess in her heart—she was certainly not saying that the lounge where Mr. Arthas had stayed was like a corral, but ......

Tyrande remembered his mount, a rare Nightblade leopard, with white skin with faint black streaks...... Tyrande used to remember being happy for days when he first got the Nightblade Leopard, especially after seeing that the baby Nightblade Leopard that Illidan and Malfurion had originally domesticated was an ugly black color.

Tyrande often played with his mount and treated it as his companion - she would wash the white nightblade leopard and feed her fragrant, roasted meat and delicious berries - and of course the mischievous little leopard would always swallow the meat. And chew the berries that Tyrande thought were delicious and spit them out......

Tyrande gave her little leopard a nice name - "Eskadar" - and she dreamed early on that one day she could ride the back of a grown baby leopard across the continent.

But after the baby leopard grew up a little bit. Tyrande was troubled - every time a certain time came - sometimes it was spring, sometimes it was autumn, and the little leopard would always become very irritable, and each time Tyrande had to make great efforts to catch her, bathe her, and feed her.

At such times, the little leopard always restlessly lay in Tyrande's arms, making a short, rapid low roar of "woo". He would also rub his thighs around and get some slimy, shiny liquid on Tyrande's legs.

Tyrande took a closer look at the leopard's body and noticed that the shiny liquid was coming from where she peed...... But it doesn't seem to be urine. Because it smells weird, but it's different from the smell of urine.

Tyrande couldn't tell what it was, but ...... It seems to smell similar to the one in Mr. Alsace's lounge now......

Did Mr. Arthas and Lady Frost also have baby leopards? - Tyrande thought to himself.

……

"Ms. Tyrande...... Ms. Tyrande? What's wrong? What are you thinking? ”

Arthas noticed that Tyrande, who was standing across from him, was in a daze, and he hesitated for a moment, but finally reminded her.

"Oh! Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to......"

Tyrande came back to his senses from his reverie. Hurriedly said apologetically.

"It's okay, it's not a ......"

Arthas smiled helplessly—he knew from yesterday's brief encounter that this "Lady Tyrande" was a polite and elegant Night Elf, but ...... Judging from her performance today, she is too polite, right? If she'd just taken in everything that was going on in this room...... Isn't the person who should apologize himself?

"No, I mean...... I'm really sorry, Mr. Arthas, I shouldn't have doubted your ......"

Tyrande said with some sadness.

"What?"

Arthas asked in surprise.

"I mean...... Just...... Just a short time ago...... Actually, I'm right next door, I ...... I used a spell that made the walls transparent. And then...... Been peeking at you and Frost Lady next door......"

Tyrande bowed her head and muttered—though she was ready to admit her mistake. But it really came time to face Mr. Alsace...... Tyrande still felt too embarrassed to say this—it was all Illidan and Malfurion, if they hadn't been trying to persuade him...... I wouldn't have done something like this that violated His Highness Elune's tolerance code!

"Huh?"

Arthas felt a little dizzy - he was still wondering what Tyrande was doing, and he thought that if he could, he really wanted to cover up the ridiculous things he had just done with Frost Sorrow, but ...... He really didn't expect Tyrande to take the initiative to bring up this matter, and ...... Looking at her expression and movements, it doesn't seem like she is coming to Xingshi to ask for sin?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Arthas! I didn't think to doubt you at first! After all, you are such a kind person, and yesterday it was because of my willfulness that I was able to rest until very late...... But if I don't, Illidan won't give up! I...... I also wavered a little bit, that's why I ...... I'm sorry, please forgive me! ”

Tyrande didn't hear the hesitation and suspicion in Arthas's tone, she thought that her actions had completely annoyed the adventurer from the human kingdom, and with grievances and guilt, Tyrande continued to admit her mistakes, but her tone was a little shaky, and her mood was very low, and she almost cried.

"No, I didn't mean that, Ms. Tyrande, I mean...... Ahem...... What exactly do you see? ”

Arthas hesitated, then asked tentatively—he suddenly realized that what seemed to be happening was quite different from what he had imagined...... Did Tyrande not see what happened to him and Frostmourn, or was it ...... She has a completely different understanding?

Arthas sensed that Tyrande didn't act like he had seen himself and Frostgrief in bed, after a ridiculous scene...... What's going on? Is it that the Night Elves are accustomed to this kind of "lewdness/play" between the opposite sex? Still is...... Tyrande is a little too pure, so ...... I don't understand what I'm doing with Frost Sorrow?

Arthas wasn't stupid, and he quickly thought of both possibilities - in connection with what he knew about the Night Elves in the original time stream, Arthas felt that the latter was more likely. (To be continued......)