"Tell me what makes you incompetent," Kael ordered.
"I failed to reach a diplomatic peace between our kingdom and Barion Kingdom, resulting in a small skirmish that caused at least three hundred human soldiers' deaths!" Grishaw said. "I-I can tell you everything, My King. But please don't punish anyone else except me after this, because I was the one who commanded them to go to war!"
"Hmmm… Barion Kingdom, huh?" Kael's eyes glinted dangerously as he recalled the biggest human kingdom in the west. "I'd like to know what happened in detail. And I want to know where the hell that old owl is. He's supposed to take care of this mess!"
"R-replying to you, My King…" Grishaw knew that it was technically his fault because he couldn't solve the problem through diplomacy. But he had never been a good talker; that was Vestor's expertise.
Unfortunately, Vestor was heavily injured before the skirmish.
"The nation advisor has been… severely injured."
"Injured?"
