Claudius took a deep breath, and his expression turned icy.
"We will start with the lecture.
What in the seven hells were you thinking, sending an air wing of your personal army to Witheton, to THE CAPITAL OF AXBRIDGE without informing anyone? For the Gods' sake, they've got magitech machine guns and air targeting sights!
You can't just do a flyby on a foreign Royal Palace with military aircraft.
What the fuck were you thinking?"
"I made you one." Dominic offered.
Claudius put both hands on the coffee table between them and took two slow, deep breaths.
"That does not make it better.
Not only did your idiots inform another nation that we have military aircraft, they circled the city looking for a landing spot, showing off the abilities of the plane, and then did a strafing run on a goblin pack that was coming for the city guard patrol."
"To be fair, I did not know the last part.
