“My lord, there still hasn’t been any news from Commander Ayar” the messenger shook as he delivered the message. He was dressed in a different color of hood, a dark grey hood, showing he was ranked very highly. Still, in the face of the seemingly ordinary-looking man toying with a test tube, he kept his head low.
“Is that so? Well, I knew there were bound to be casualties in war. Don’t you think so, General Boll?”
“Y-Yes, milord”
“So, you’re telling me the soldiers we sent to retrieve her were such a waste of time and resources, right?” His voice was calm and relaxed, his hands moving to fiddle with the current experiment he was performing.
“I wouldn’t particularly say that, milord…..”
“Give her a chance they said, we have to save her they said, well, I told you all that I was alway
