Thirteen’s Late Night Escapade

"Has there been any progress?" the City Lord of Parania City, Paven, asked his butler. "News from the Assassins should have reached us by now."

"Nothing yet, Master," the Butler replied. "Maybe they are still looking for ways to infiltrate the General's Residence without being seen. This is a delicate operation, so they must be taking the slow approach to have a higher chance of success."

Paven frowned, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he swirled the wine glass in his hand before giving it a casual sniff.

A moment later, he drank it all before placing the wine glass on top of the table.

"How about the King?" Paven asked. "Are those numbskulls in the capital really that useless? They can't even make the King agree to send a decree to mobilize the army?"