Before Joanna could finish, Alan snatched the black notebook from her. As he read its contents, his face darkened with each passing moment.
Eventually, unable to contain his frustration, he slammed the notebook onto Joanna's head.
Joanna, rubbing her sore head, looked bewildered and slightly hurt.
Alan wanted to lash out further but seeing her somewhat pitiful expression, he restrained himself, pacing back and forth in agitation instead.
Joanna was puzzled.
Why had the Foretold One hit her?
After a moment, she had an epiphany.
Perhaps it was because her report was poorly written.
She wasn't well-educated, after all. Eager to rectify her mistake, she picked up the notebook.
"Great One, I'll rewrite it!"
"Rewrite? Just get out of here!"
Alan was livid.
The eldest prince had been suffocated in a restroom by the feline race.
