Klimbert sat at his ornate desk, fingers tapping against the polished wood.
A knock echoed from the door.
"Come in."
The door opened, and Anem stepped inside, carrying a stack of reports.
Klimbert leaned forward, eyes sharp.
"Oh, Anem… report?"
Anem nodded, placing the documents on the desk.
"Here, my lord."
Klimbert flipped through the pages, his expression darkening as he read.
"Hmm… so the Amazarak warriors are scattered across the kingdom?"
Anem remained calm. "Yes, my lord."
Klimbert's fingers tightened around the parchment.
"And our territory?"
Anem gave a small smirk. "Secure, my lord. The royal forces are handling the capture."
Klimbert gritted his teeth.
"Damn. Why capture them? They were supposed to be killed."
His frustration was clear.
"Don't worry, my lord." He adjusted his gloves, his voice smooth. "Our units have been… handling some of them in secret."
Klimbert's scowl turned into a slow smirk.
"Heh. Good."
