"My King, the casualty we bore is higher compared to two years ago." One of the executives reported his findings to Kovit.
"Shit!" Kovit gnashed his teeth, hard enough to draw blood from his inner wall.
"Our allies' mansions and yours were blown up by the enemy. While the princess wings were under attack."
Kovit stopped his track, flinched. The unconscious body that he carried nearly dropped. Thankfully, his strong grips were holding onto the body. But his mind was in a chaotic mood. He couldn't think but one thing.
"Don't tell me…" Elizabeth the queen that carried a dead body had a similar expression with Kovit. "The princess…"
The loud heart was thumping more than he liked. It was too loud. He felt like everyone could hear his racing heart and identified his weakness. He felt like the small space of the underground tunnel became smaller, suffocating him. The idea of the princess dying in the attack nauseous him more than the explosion.