âDamn it! I told you not to trust that bastard!â
Bang!
In a dimly lit room without even a single window, the sound of a man angrily slamming a table echoed. Among the three men seated at the table, the one with the most furious expression spoke up, though the other two were equally troubled.
âHah, that idiot Potts. We shouldâve known better when he said heâd keep her hidden until the festival was over.â
ââ¦What can we do now? Itâs already done.â
âDamn it! Do you have any idea how many of my A-rank ghouls were lost just to kidnap that dumb princess? He kept saying weâd get back tenfold once we captured her, but he ended up dying like an idiot!â
ââ¦We get it. Now shut up. Youâre not the only one whoâs pissed off.â
The men continued their conversation in a room where not even a sliver of light entered. Despite the pitch-black darkness, they could still see each other's expressions clearly, thanks to their keen night vision.
âWe trusted him because draining blood was what he did best, but now everythingâs gone to hell. In hindsight, maybe we shouldâve just turned her into a ghoul early on, awkward as it might have been.â
âIf weâd done that, Seraphine wouldâve given up on Mezzlen ages ago. It was a necessary choice. Our goal isnât that dim-witted princess anywayâitâs Seraphine.â
âDamn it! How is it that thereâs not a single noble family with a grudge against that woman? How many people did she have to sleep with to avoid making enemies?â@@novelbin@@
Thud!
Crash!
Swoosh.