Inside one of the grand halls of the Royal Palace of Dolivar
*boom*
Sage Louis Dolev stood up and hit the table in front of him with anger, turning it into dust, "USELESS! You're all damned useless! you can't capture or even kill three kids that aren't even knights? then what use do you have?!"
"Please calm down, Your Highness, there must be something we can do." The hall was filled to the brim with saints, even more than before as the success or failure of the operation would affect the future of the Kingdom, but contrary to all expectations.. they have failed miserably.
The council overestimated Caesar and his comrades by sending five Saints, in theory even the five knights were more than enough for the task!
in the end, the targets are just three ninth-level teenagers.
However, a team of ten specialists in this kind of filthy work with 5 of them being Saints left to do a simple job... but only 5 of them returned.
