I let my current annoyance be known to everyone in the room be known with the deepest of sighs, causing the guy kneeling in front of me to start shaking in fear.
The remaining men averted their gazes from the poor fool who just brought me bad news which worsened my mood.
So far since I've become the new King of Lawrence, I've just faced disappointment after disappointment.
One of those disappointments came in the form of finding capable people of actually winning fights to acquire new territory.
I could make the excuse that I was doing the best with what I had, but it seemed like I was the only one trying.
Like this guy who just told me that I've just lost yet another commander with his army and that he was the only surviving member.
Standing, the guy started whimpering as he knew his fate was sealed the moment he returned, and I reach out my hand casting Shadow Lance which quiets the room.
Walking past his dead body I say to anyone, "Clean this up."
