TAP! TAP! TAP!
Robert drummed his fingers on the table, his sharp gaze fixed ahead as he listened.
"And with that, he ran off to sneak in," Albert grumbled, slamming his fist on the table. His frustration boiled over, and he screamed, "I told him this was a bad plan! A very bad plan! For fuck's sake, this was—"
BAAAM!
The door burst open, and a man hurried inside. Robert narrowed his eyes at the intrusion. "What happened?"
"My Lord, we have a message from Lord Kael!"
Albert shot a skeptical look. "A message? What is it?"
The man hesitated before speaking. "My Lord… It's trouble. A monster tide with massive titans will hit us at midnight."
"WHAAATT?!" Albert jumped up, grabbing the messenger by the collar. "Tell me you're lying!"
His voice cracked with panic. Fighting at midnight was a nightmare—the freezing cold, the pitch darkness. It was suicide.
Robert clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Stop whining like a damn dog."
