Chapter 691

Chapter 691: Visiting the Female Mage

Outside the embassy district of Quel’Thalas, Jesse glanced at his pocket watch just as Vereesa hurried out with a small bag. “How did it go?” Jesse asked.

“Follow me. I got her address near the academy,” Vereesa replied, handing him a slice of raspberry cake and pointing north. “But are you sure Amy won’t tell the Kirin Tor?”

Jesse stuffed the whole cake into his mouth. “She might refuse to help,” he mumbled while chewing, “but she won’t report me.”

“Good.” Vereesa paused. “Not that I doubt you, Jesse—I’m just curious why you’re suddenly so interested in what Dar’Khan’s up to.”

Jesse couldn’t explain his thoughts. Dar’Khan was still a respected Magus, and the Scourge plague… he wasn’t even sure if it had reached Northrend yet.

Besides, another suspicion nagged at him.

Dar’Khan studied the Twisting Nether in Quel’Thalas. Secretly, he researched forbidden Black Magic. Meanwhile, Kel’Thuzad—an archmage hiding in Dalaran—experimented with Death Knight magic. Could they be connected? Was that why Dar’Khan came to Dalaran?

Maybe. Or maybe Kel’Thuzad’s shadow just made him paranoid. Either way, visiting Amy Malin was essential.

“We’ve got time,” Jesse checked his watch. “Three o’clock. Our ship to Lordaeron leaves in hours. Fancy doing something?”

“Something?” Vereesa walked slowly. “Like breaking laws in both Quel’Thalas and Dalaran?”

“Exactly! Thoughts?”

“Thrilling.” She warned, “But if Amy refuses, you can’t pressure her. You saved her life—she might feel obligated.”

“Understood.”

“Is this about Kel’Thuzad?” Vereesa whispered.

“Can’t confirm anything yet.”

“Fine.”

They reached a garden path beside the academy. Ahead stood the Kirin Tor Mage dormitories.

Following the elven professor’s directions, they entered a violet-tiled building. On the first floor, a wooden door faced the garden walkway. Jesse spotted Malin’s surname, Amy’s initials in Common and Thalassian, and The Violet Eye’s symbol.

“Here we are.” Jesse raised a hand. “Should we knock with a spell?” Vereesa sighed as he rapped his knuckles against the wood.

“Amy?”

“Coming! Who is it?”

The voice instantly reminded Jesse of cleaning days at Old Malin’s—same wooden door, same garden outside.

He glanced at the elf beside him. Vereesa was staring at him. This time, he wasn’t alone.

“Jesse Seso and Ms Vereesa Windrunner!” he called. “Jesse?”

The door flung open. Amy looked unchanged but weary. Her eyes swept over Jesse’s height, widening in disbelief.

“No warning? Not even a letter? And Ms Vereesa Windrunner—”

“We’re heading to the royal city,” Jesse cut in. “Stopped by Dalaran to see you.”

“Both of you?” Amy gaped. “Are you two…?”

“Yes,” Jesse grinned. “We’re together.”

“Light above.” Amy massaged her temples. “Wait, I—”

“Aren’t you inviting us in?” Vereesa smiled.

“Oh! Right—please!”

Inside, Jesse immediately noticed Amy’s room mirrored Old Malin’s—same cluttered style, same decorations. Two steaming cups of Goldenthorn tea confirmed it.

“When did this happen?” Amy asked, sitting.

“Less than a month,” Vereesa answered.

“People predicted it years ago,” the mage sipped her tea. “Rumors flew in Nethergarde. Even Quel’Thalas seemed to…”

“Doesn’t matter now,” Jesse said firmly. Vereesa nodded. “What about you?” he asked Amy.

She sighed. “No time for romance, Jesse. Kirin Tor’s made me realize my Arcane and Frost skills are… rudimentary. I’m not young. If I slack off, I’ll drown in mediocrity.”

Jesse believed her. Scrolls piled on the desk, shelves, and floor. Shattered Magic Crystals littered every surface.

“Still,” he pressed, “write your father. Old Malin’s complained for months.”

“Damn—I forgot!” Amy winced. “Apologies for cursing, Ms Vereesa.”

“Relax. I’m cruder than you’d guess—Jesse knows.”

“Hard to imagine.” Amy forced a smile. “Kirin Tor’s exhausting. What about you two? Haven’t seen you since Nethergarde.”

Jesse and Vereesa exchanged glances. Clearly, Amy knew nothing of Grim Batol—too buried in studies.

“We earned gold. Bought a house,” Jesse said.

“In Stormwind?!” Amy choked on her tea.

“Lescovar’s place, by the canal.” Jesse smirked. “Visiting Lordaeron to discuss moving my parents. Kept my promise, eh?”

“You actually…” Amy squinted at Vereesa. “Did Ms Vereesa Windrunner fund you?”

“I wish! Windrunner Family assets require my sister’s approval,” Vereesa shrugged. “Though I *did* help.”

“Your sister… General Sylvanas of Silvermoon City?”

“Exactly. Getting anything from her is like pulling teeth.” Vereesa chuckled. “But Jesse’s right—I helped.”

“*Physically*,” Jesse emphasized. “We went to Kalimdor…”

They shared Kalimdor tales while Amy described Kirin Tor studies—powerful archmages, even Kel’Thuzad.

“You take his classes often?” Jesse leaned forward. “Master Kel’Thuzad’s, I mean?”