A bead of cold sweat drizzled down the woman's face as she remained in her bowing posture.
She knew what she needed to convey, already had it in her mind—but saying it out loud was hard to do. Her tongue was tied in fear. It wasn't her own failure, but the bearer of bad news is unwelcome.
And she might become the outlet of rage.
Even then, wasting Lord Marius's time would be even more offensive.
She had to deliver the news.
"Ragnar failed to execute his plan. He failed to make sure of the Lesser Angel's death, and…" She swallowed harshly, and then continued. "The Lesser Angel even won the tournament and became the Red Prince. But it was even worse than that.
"The tournament was broadcast on a TV channel through a smuggled journalist, and he gained fame from it."
It was the worst-case scenario for them.
Kai had become much harder to kill now as the spotlight was directly on him.
