The Royal Palace, Throne Room.
*Tap**tap*
The rhythmic voice of a finger tapping on a solid surface again and again rang out in the throne room.
That finger-tapping sound made all of the members attending the 'meeting' feel nervous.
The only person who could make all of these grade-2 mages feel nervous here, is none other than Mark's father and the grade-1 mage, Reynald Kalashnikov.
His other hand held a luxurious wine glass that contained the most expensive wine in the human empire.
As he sipped the fine wine, Reynald's golden eyes stared at the person bowing towards him with a face covered in tears and snouts.
"So, what you are trying to say is that your family failed to protect the town that was entrusted to you and you came running back to me after the whole town was massacred?"
"T-that, y-your majesty, i-I had no other choice-"
