Mason's forehead dripped with cold sweat, and he hurriedly bowed his head, making his kneeling posture more standard.
"Your subordinate doesn't dare. Even if you gave me ten thousand heads, I wouldn't dare do such a thing. Your Majesty, if it were just normal Skeleton Race and goblins, I could handle a thousand of them myself. But at that time, there appeared a necromancer who could summon Skeleton Warriors, and those goblins were completely unlike regular goblins..."
"Enough, General Mason, I don't want to hear any more excuses."
Delarosa interrupted Mason's speech.
"Goblins, no matter how special, are just goblins that collapse with one hit. As for that necromancer, could just a simple variable like that really defeat you?"
Mason, with his head lowered, began to doubt himself.
Could it be that staying in the Royal Palace too long made him forget the actual combat prowess of the demon race?
Is this really how demons are?
