The bath was done.
On the soft bed in the master bedroom, Mogiana's face was filled with languor and intoxicating redness. Her golden long hair still carried traces of moisture as she half-sat leaning on soft pillows, resting against Laine's shoulder, her tone slightly pleasant: "So, the Wood Elves want to see you?"
"Yes, the Wood Elves have dispatched their envoys. It is said to be the Divine Chosen Champion of Queen Airel of Eslelin—'Heroic' Alaros and the famous Wood Elf Female Prophet Lifer." Laine sat at the bedside, holding Mogiana's hand with a smile, saying: "Winter Festival is not a holiday of the Wood Elves, so taking this opportunity, the Wood Elves' envoys want to meet me."
"Wood Elves... I can no longer trust them completely now. If it weren't for the alliance with them, I wouldn't have ended up like this." Mogiana could feel herself extremely relaxed. She liked this, just her and Laine in the room.
In private, they could always say more to each other.
