"Master... your humble servant apologizes."
At that moment, a man standing more than two meters ahead of the dozen others kneeling behind him spoke with fear and regret in his voice.
They were currently underground in a dark chamber, facing the being seated in the shadows before them.
"How long did I give you?"
A drawn-out voice echoed through the room, causing both the leading man and the others to feel their hearts skip a beat.
They all knew the creature before them.
It was the most dangerous being in the Mortal Realm.
A member of that race.
They knew they could be killed in an instant.
Nervously, they gulped.
"...A... a year," the leading man answered.
The instant the words left his mouth, cracks spread throughout the room as everyone trembled.
"One year..."
"And the Mortal Realm is still not conquered."
"What a joke."
"You lot are nothing but a waste."
His voice rose with every word.
"Or..."
"Do you want an invasion?" he asked.
"N-No, my Lord!"
