He let Chase stew in the weight of his words, silently demanding an explanation, while Greg knelt not far away, equally tense and subdued.
"My lord, it's Chae's fault! He didn't follow my plan properly, and that's why we ended up like this!" Greg was quick to throw the accusation, hoping to save his own skin by shifting all the blame onto Chase. After all, it didn't matter who took the fall; the mission had already failed.
Besides, Greg believed their master wouldn't easily kill Chase. With his Alpha bloodline, Chase was too valuable a pawn to dispose of so quickly. But Greg? His usefulness had long since run out.
Years of failed attempts to secure the princess had reduced him to nothing more than a source of information, only for that information to fail repeatedly. And now, he had to face the bitter truth that the Luna he had never taken seriously was the real princess all along.
