"The... the Imperial Guards!" the Prime Minister stammered, his voice lacking all of its previous thunderous authority. "Your Majesty, the Imperial Guards were called to my guest pavilion last night! My wife was brutally attacked by a man in black! The pavilion was completely destroyed!"
Heena let out a sharp, incredulous laugh that cut through his pathetic defense like a knife.
"A single man in black?" Heena mocked, tilting her head. "So, a lone burglar breaks into a guest room, your wife faints, and you immediately declare that the entire Vanguard army has committed high treason? Prime Minister, if that is the standard of your intelligence, I am deeply concerned for the future of this empire's civil administration."
Several military generals in the back actually chuckled out loud.
"You have no bodies. You have no captured guards. You have absolutely nothing but your own paranoid delusions," Heena stated, her voice echoing with freezing, absolute authority.
