My Frostmourne can't be so cute

Taresa has now fully adapted to her role, carrying the skirt of her maid outfit, and quickly ran out of Kalia's bedroom.

"Everyone, come in and sit down!"

Kalia greeted everyone, and then walked into her bedroom first.

Because Kalia was much older than Alsace, she had already had her own real bedroom—not just a place to sleep.

In Kalia’s bedroom, there is a living room, a balcony, a bathroom, and even a cubicle with a bed—this place is for the princess’s personal maid, until the arrival of Taresa. Matched with use.

There is a table large enough in the meeting room to accommodate everyone here.

Kalia picked up a shawl from the back of the soft chair, put it on her body, and sat at the table.

"Sylvanas, you came from Quel'Thalas... just to see Alleria and Kalea? Your sisters have a very good relationship!"

As soon as Kalia sat down, she said to Sylvanas.

"No, I want to notify them because I have something. Of course, the relationship between our sisters is really good."

Sylvanas had to answer because of Vereesa's face.

"What's the important thing?"

Kalia asked curiously.

Sylvanas didn't want to answer this kind of question, but fortunately, Vereesa took the conversation and did not make her sister appear too rude.

"Not the old guys of the Silvermoon Council! They want to hold sister Alleria to blame!"

Vereesa said angrily, and then recounted what happened to Kalia.

While Vereesa was speaking, Taresa had already brought a team of servants and brought a rich breakfast.

Savoury pies, steaming goat's milk and milk, fluffy bread, rich side dishes, and fresh fruits to relieve greasiness and refreshment.

Soon, Kalia's big table was fully laid out.

"Anyway, that's the case. Anyway, Sister Alleria and Sister Sylvanas, I decided not to go back, and we just stayed here!"

As Vereesa spoke, she squeezed a purple-black grape and put it into her mouth, biting it hard, as if she was venting her breath.

It's much better than Quel'Thalas, and there are so many delicious things!

——Vereesa is satisfied with this.

"These bastards!"

Kalia slapped the table sharply and made a "bang".

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry... I'm so excited... I mean, these guys are so nasty, Arthas, why didn't you advise his father to send troops to teach them a lesson!"

Kalia said to Arthas while apologizing to everyone at the table.

Kalia felt that it was unfair for her friend to be treated like this, and she wanted to use her ability to give Vereesa an opportunity.

"Do you think the war is a random thing...not to mention that my father would not agree to it, he has more consideration... Just say Ms. Alleria and others, do they want to conflict with their homeland?"

Arthas said while eating the pie.

Perhaps it was because he was talking and eating, Arthas choked a little.

Frostmourne quickly helped his master slapping his back, and did not forget to give Alsace a cup of milk.

"Oh...that's right..."

Seeing Alleria's somewhat embarrassed face, Kalia said thoughtfully.

"Yes, we don't want Lordaeron and Quel'Thalas to clashed. After all, there is the final home of the high elves... And, I'm very satisfied with the result now."

Alleria put down the food in her hand gracefully, and said gratefully again.

"By the way, Ms. Alleria, I think you should hurry up and go to the camp in the southern part of the mainland. Your companions should still be there? No matter what happens in the end, let them know your decision first. ."

Arthas took the cup of milk from Frostmourne, and then suggested to Alleria.

"Well, I will. Then, Carria, Arthas, Vereesa will ask you."

Alleria nodded and said.

"What is this, we..."

Alsace did not finish speaking, but he heard a knock on the door.

Standing at the dining table, Taresa hurriedly opened the door, but when the door opened, Taresa was stunned.(To be continued.)

Chapter 600 Do you mind having a new mother?

"You...who are you looking for?"

Taresa stared blankly at the lady standing in front of her.

The gorgeous purple robe, the long walking stick in his hand, the silver-white hair, and the beautiful face, all these unique places combined, made Taresa use the honorific title involuntarily.

"Is Princess Kalia here?"

This beautiful lady is naturally the Great Master Modra from Dalaran. She looked at the charming little maid in front of her and asked with a smile.

"Yes, your Royal Highness is having breakfast. May I ask you...?"

Taresa nodded, then asked suspiciously.

"I'm a mage in Dalaran, my name is Modra, and I have something to find Kalia."

Grand Master Modra said.

"Oh, yes... Your Excellency Mage Modra! Come in, I'll go and inform the princess!"

When Taresa heard that this beautiful lady was a mage, she was even more in awe, and hurriedly invited Grand Mage Modra in.

"Ok."

Archmage Modra nodded, and then walked into Kalia's bedroom.

"What's the matter, Taresa, who is knocking on the door?"

Kalia asked absently while drinking the warm goat's milk.

"Yes……"