Bang—!
A fist smacked against a wooden table, shattering everything beneath.
"A dragon? A dragon…!?"
Several figures stood opposite him, their heads lowered. Neither of the two showed any expression as they calmly waited for the man in front of them to calm down. But that was easier said than done, as a seething voice came after.
"Marquis. Explain to me how this is possible."
Marquis Wilshire raised his head to stare at the pair of yellow eyes staring in his direction.
He bit his lips before eventually opening his mouth to speak.
"…I was made unaware of the situation. I previously checked the cat, and everything looked normal. It wasn't a dragon. The power that it emitted was also not at the level where it should've been concerning.
"Then how can you explain the current situation?"
"I…"
The Marquis paused, his face turning grim as he raised his glasses up and eventually turned silent.
"There's no excuse."
