The next day, we found ourselves in the capital city, Velmora.
The lowest-ranking Noble, Lady Beatrice, was dead; at least, that's what the official report says.
'Bam!'
Standing before her desk, Lana slammed Cupcake's report onto the table, wrinkles forming between her greenhorns.
"You had one job: protect Lady Beatrice, and you failed."
Her gaze fixed on Cupcake, then shifted to me. "Fifty lives lost on your watch, and on top of that, you killed Joséphine in front of a thousand witnesses."
Lana leaned back in her chair. She took a long sip from a full glass of water and rested her feet on the desk. Then, she reached below and retrieved a newspaper from the drawer.
Standing between Evelyn and Lucy on the woven rug, I spotted my face on the newspaper's front page. The headline read: "The false king beheaded the Bishop's son and defeated a C-rank monster with his eyes closed."
