[Current location: Dwarven capital city – Castle.]
"Look. I'm saying this over and over again, I straight up don't have any supplies to give you! The castle also has barely anything left." – said the king while holding a conversation with the nobles via communication mirrors.
"If I had any, do you think I would just take away your food and give it to the army? Think for moment you idiots!"
"If you wish to complain, then fucking complain to your own incompetence, since because of you not guardian the farms properly, we had lost our source of food."
"Now piss off!" – said the king before then ending the call.
"…"
*Sigh*
"Fucking bastards…. First they fuck up by letting the plague spread around and then they let our farms be destroyed by elves."
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As the king was about to leave a mirror room, the communication devices on the king suddenly rang, causing the king to take it out and notice that the one calling was one of the generals.
