"Are you serious? The Caltheron family is supporting Princess Elina? You're not joking, are you?"
In his study, Jason—who had been reviewing documents—froze at Fenric's report.
"I'm not joking, my Lord," Fenric replied, his voice trembling. He held out a piece of paper and placed it on the desk. "Please see for yourself."
Jason frowned and picked up the paper. Seconds later, his hands clenched so tightly that the document crumpled.
"Damn it!" he shouted, slamming his fist onto the desk.
Fenric flinched at the sound but did his best to remain composed.
Jason gritted his teeth, crushed the paper into a ball, and tossed it into the trash.
With reddened eyes and a restrained voice, he asked, "When did this news arrive?"
"This morning, my Lord. It came from the spies we stationed at the Caltheron family mansion," Fenric answered, his tone cautious.
"Bastards... I didn't see this coming," Jason growled.
