In stark contrast to the joyous atmosphere in the Dwarf Kingdom, dark clouds hung over the royal palace of the Kingdom of Thousand Springs.
"Why?! Why did Void Mask suddenly appear? And he was actually sleeping there... What the hell is he thinking?!" Dake Spring felt as though he were about to explode. Only by shouting himself hoarse and venting some of the suffocating rage in his chest could he calm down a little, rather than going boom and exploding into scraps right then and there.
After roaring for a while, he glared furiously at the head of intelligence. "Why didn't you get even the slightest hint beforehand? I don't expect you to monitor a god, but why was there not a single trace of this in the daily reports you gave me about the Northwest Republic and the Church of Void Mask? I remember that no more than ten days ago, you had just concluded that Void Mask and the orcs were not on good terms, and that the orcs' assistance to the dwarves this time might be because they had discovered that Void Mask was trying to win the dwarves over and wanted to stop him... So tell me, why did Void Mask come here to help the dwarves and the orcs?"
The head of intelligence was a short, round-faced middle-aged man. At this moment, he was drenched in sweat, as though the grease inside his fat had been squeezed out. Since he stood rather close, King Dake's spittle had already sprayed onto his face, yet he did not dare raise a hand to wipe it away. He could only wear a nervous, bitter smile.
He did not even dare defend himself. He could only honestly endure the storm of furious rebukes.
King Dake was not particularly formidable