The next morning, Phillipe woke up from a good night's sleep. He was in a good mood after such a long time. As he stepped into the balcony, a horrified gasp escaped his mouth, seeing the heads of the three heads, hanging there.
"Guards! Guards!" Phillipe shouted at the top ohis lungs as he withdrew from the balcony, feeling furious. Who dared to do such a horrendous crime?
"Yes, Your Majesty!" A guard rushed in and bowed to the Alpha King.
"Who came to my chamber last night?" Phillipe asked, grabbing the guard from his throat.
"No one, Your Majesty," the guard replied promptly.
"You worthless fool! Ask the Military Commander and the entire warriors team to come, who look into the night security. Tell Alfred to come here," Phillipe said, shoving the guard away, who staggered before balancing himself and running away.
"Who could do this?" Phillipe scrunched his brows, his blood boiling.
