'Damn it!' he cursed inwardly.
'That bastard Tim never even left the city wall.'
'The intel was wrong!'
Inside the control room, a figure sat leisurely at a wooden table covered in maps and reports.
Hearing the door open, he slowly turned his head, asking in confusion, "Oh? If it isn't our busy Lord Casimir?"
"Skipping that rare gala at the castle, are we? What brings you to this boring old wall?"
The two Elite Warriors and the Ranger sitting beside him also turned their heads, giving Casimir a casual greeting. It seemed their relationship with him was fairly good.
Casimir forced himself to remain calm, explaining with a smile, "It's nothing. I was just worried the demon beasts might go back on their word and launch a surprise attack, so I came to check things out."
"What about you? Why aren't you at the banquet?"
"I was about to go, but I forgot something here."
