Mithrael sat on his throne; two people knelt before him. One person was a woman with pink hair and white robes. The other was a man in a black coat, and his face was covered by the hood of his robe. Mithrael looked down at the pink-haired woman. Mithrael looked down at the pink-haired woman.
"Elsebeth, I hope you bring me good news?" He said, his voice little more than a whisper, but everyone in the chamber could hear the cold fury behind it.
Elsebeth didn't look up.
"Forgive me, my lord. It is my failure that led to this." She said softly. "The infiltrators were able to retrieve the Ark core transport plans. They at first took the fake plans, but eventually they were able to find the real ones."
Mithrael's eyes darkened, but his voice remained steady. "Why were the plans in the same room as each other?"
