Chapter 42 The Tilde
I don't know how long it took, and the unconscious Andrea finally opened her eyes again.
"Well!"
Moving his body a little, the severe pain from his right arm and chest and abdomen on his ipsilateral side suddenly made him stop sweating.
Maintaining a stiff lying on the ground, Andrea raised her head blankly and looked around.
‘Where am I? And…’
He lowered his head and observed his body. Andrea was speechless and found that he was still in the form of a crow. His right wing and part of his body were bandaged with bandages, and a strong smell of medicine came from under the bandages.
‘Someone saved me?’
Recalling the terrifying beam of evil energy that was highly compressed, Andrea is still in fear.
Survival instinct allows him to inspire a thin layer of shadow shield at the moment of attacking him, barely blocking the impact within a few seconds.
It was this short few seconds that gave Andrea the opportunity to adjust his posture, which allowed him to escape from the heavens at the cost of serious injury. Once he was hit by the beam of light, he could definitely be said to be dead and dead.
Although he was lucky enough to escape the worst, with Andrea's petite crow body at that time, he lost consciousness when the frontal impact was hit, and he had no impression of what happened later.
After this sudden crisis, Andrea first confirmed an information that the druid lost consciousness in a transformed state and would not restore the prototype.
Through observation of the interior furnishings, Andrea initially determined that the person who saved him should have an extraordinary background and was probably an upper elf.
This single room with at least 200 square meters is decorated very gorgeously.
The soft pink wool carpet, the purple veil with lavender scented on the exquisite single bed, the magic broom that cleanses the room independently, and even the arcane quill that is automatically written on the desk.
These furniture and items are by no means something ordinary civilians can own.
Based on the color matching of various indoor furniture, it is inferred that the owner of this room should be a woman... or a rough man with a girlish heart.
At this time, the owner of the room was not indoors. The injured Andrea was placed on the windowsill that could be bathed directly in the moonlight. The person who rescued him also thoughtfully placed a soft cushion under him.
He tried to wave his wings, and the severe pain forced Andrea to stop.
‘No, this state cannot be free to move at all.’
Before figuring out the current situation, Andrea does not intend to turn back to its original form.
He didn't know why Archmond suddenly locked him in and launched an attack, but since the demon leader discovered his trace, according to Andrea's speculation, the Burning Legion will definitely have subsequent actions.
‘Although I don’t know why I could escape safely from the Burning Legion’s back, I probably had direct contact with the owner of the room who saved me. If you have the chance, you must express your gratitude to her.’
Since he was unable to move for the time being, Andrea simply continued to lie on the soft cushion like a salted fish.
Looking up at the bright moon in the sky, Andrea roughly judged the time when he was unconscious based on the changes in the moon.
‘I remember that the day I arrived at Sin Azalie just passed the full moon. Judging from my current condition... I was in a coma for about 3-5 days?’
Although time is a worthless resource for the immortal night elves, it is limited to a peaceful period where nothing happens.
The Resistance Army led by Garod and the Burning Legion formed a formation before Andrea set off to confront each other. Maybe the two sides could no longer resist the fight.
Moreover, the longer Tyrande, who was the target of rescue, was trapped in the palace, the weaker the protection of Elune would become until she disappeared completely.
‘And Sandys.’
Andrea was very worried about the safety of her childhood sweethearts. “I don’t know if the special envoy successfully bypassed the Zandala mountains and entered Pandalia.”
Although there is a lot of information urgently needed, Andrea, who was seriously injured, could not even move freely.
He can do nothing now, so he can only force himself to calm down and wait for the owner of the room to return, trying to find some useful information from her.
Fortunately, the waiting time was not long.
About ten minutes later, Andrea heard a faint movement outside through the thick mahogany gate.
The gentle footsteps sounded from outside the door. The person walked very regularly, and each step sounded as precise and unified as after measurement.
A vague and severely distorted voice came from outside the door, "Miss, welcome back."
Another female voice who was also unclear replied calmly, "Well, what is the next reservation?"
"A distinguished guest is visiting at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night. The master hopes that you can go to the living room with him to receive it."
"Ah~ I remembered it, okay, I will go. You guys retreat first and let me have a good rest."
"Yes, please come in, Miss."
"Clang!"
The heavy sound of opening the door sounded, and the footsteps slowly walked into the room. From Andrea's perspective, only a pair of small blue leather shoes were seen.
"Huh~"
After the door was closed again, the owner of the shoe breathed a sigh of relief.
She used a style that was completely different from her previous dignified demeanor, and quickly rushed to swiftly, and let out a pleasant sigh when she threw herself into the soft bed.
"Woo~ I'm so tired. What kind of social etiquette is boring and annoying."
Now Andrea finally heard the other person's voice clearly, and the crisp and slightly childish female voice provided him with the approximate age information of the owner of the room.
‘The daughter of the upper elves family? Judging from the sound, her age is about 10-13 years old?’
Although night elves have long and even infinite lives, their physical maturity cycle is no different from that of humans well-known to Andrea. They also meet the adult standards at the age of 16-18, and then they will enter an almost endless peak period.
Andrea, who was placed with his head facing out the window, could not move freely, and it was difficult for him to look back at the full picture of the girl. However, according to her complaints to herself, the child was probably in the rebellious period that his elders were most difficult to discipline.
"Um?"
The girl rolled on the bed like a trick, and finally noticed that Andrea's posture was different from before. She jumped off the bed while making a puzzled sound.
The small jade feet, who were not wearing socks, ran to the windowsill on the soft carpet, and Andrea gradually saw the girl's appearance clearly.
As he guessed, he should be around 12 years old from his appearance, and his slightly fat little face is very delicate. It can be roughly seen that the child's beauty when he grows up should attract many crazy bees and waves butterflies to chase her crazy.
"oh oh!"
The little girl pointed at Andrea in surprise and shouted, "Little Crow, you have finally woken up, can you move?"
"Qua~"
Andrea: "…"
Chapter completed!