"WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU FOUND THAT BLACK-HAIRED HUMAN YET?!"
King Aswand's roar shook the throne chamber.
With a violent sweep, he knocked the roasted boar and gold-trimmed dishes off the royal table. Plates shattered. Wine splashed across the marble floor like blood.
The nearby servants flinched—but the advisors didn't even blink.
They were used to it.
Same rage.
Same tantrum.
Same king.
"HOW FUCKING HARD IS IT TO FIND ONE BLACK-HAIRED HUMAN!?"
He stood, fists clenched, veins bulging at his temple.
"He's the only one! The ONLY goddamn human with black hair in this world!!"
Silence.
Tension gripped the room, thick and cold.
The royal commander knelt lower.
"We've deployed scouts across the human territories, Your Majesty. If he passed through any major city, we would've—"
"SHUT UP!!" Aswand threw a goblet at the wall. It shattered into a thousand pieces.
"You worthless, spineless shitstains! All of you! I gave you one job! One simple job!"
