GLUG, GLUG, GLUG. The glass of water on the table in front of Margaret began to roil violently. Within seconds, a slit-pupiled octopus eye appeared inside.
"Why did it fail! Everything was prepared perfectly!"
Margaret furrowed her elegant brows, biting back the pain racking her body as she struggled up from the floor.
"Someone alerted a nearby Exploration Ship, and they organized a rescue for Charles. There's a traitor among your people."
"Don't give me excuses! My people are fanatically devoted to the Futan God! They would never betray me! Do you have any idea what this plan cost? Most of my hidden agents at the Giant Pit Fortress have been exposed! And yet Charles is still alive!"
"Charles isn't a pushover. What was I supposed to do in that situation? If I had stayed, his reinforcements would have kept coming. I'd have ended up dead myself!"
