The sound of a shattering glass resounded in the dimly lit room of Vetis, followed by his thunderous, enraged voice. "Useless!"
"How could every one of you be so incompetent even with the simplest task I give you?"
John, standing before him with his head lowered, said, "It was the king himself who had gone to the witch's hideout, Master. Before we could get there, it was already too late to do anything."
"Why then did you inform me that it was the church members who were responsible for the investigation going on?" Vetis' hand on his cane tightened its grip. "Because of you, I wasted the resources in the wrong place."
"My deepest apolo-"
"Your apology means nothing, John." Vetis cut him off and stomped his cane sharply to the ground. "The task was simple. Distract the church members from the investigation while we continue working on the bodies, but no, you all have no brain in those hard skulls of yours."
