Chapter 93: The Truth

In the capital city of Zhore, Raoul...

"What did you say!?" an old man sitting on a throne, wearing golden ornaments that also had several valuable crystals embedded, roared out loud when he heard the latest urgent news.

The crown on his head tilted as he stood up in rage, his wrinkles clearly visible.

Not too far from the throne, on the red carpet, there was a middle-aged man wearing a brown robe, kneeling as he, with little hesitation, reconfirmed the news.

"The border city ruled by Sir Damian has fallen, your majesty. There have been deaths of over half the citizens and many more injured."

The king, standing firm, couldn't digest the news. In shock, he sat down, furrowing his eyebrows, surprised at the news.