The former commander of the boarder army, his subordinates and the soldiers were negligent and didn't secure the Perston-Sihasin boarder enough, which caused the catastrophe that happened in the kingdom.
Lewis knew what Luther must be feeling. He must be angered and agitated.
Lewis felt like he had sinned.
Let the heavens take his life, it God forbids, another calamity caused by his blunder was to happen.
He moved forward. "Your highness, I beg to investigate this and question my subordinates. You can take my life if I fail to find the one behind this all."
He felt this wasn't a simple thing to had happened. He was sure there was an internal force who must have helped those Perstons.
Lewis trusted his guts, he only urged to find the culprit and bring him as a criminal before the king.
Luther stood and trailed to him, swirling a dagger he had loosely held.
Now seeing this dagger made him to remember fixating it on the slave's neck, tormenting her.
