Heena let out a sharp, incredulous scoff.
"Standing where you are?" Heena asked, looking the woman up and down with exaggerated pity. "And where exactly is that? Don't you still just travel here and there, hopping from world to world like the rest of us? Do you think wearing a shiny uniform makes you an administrator?"
Before the lead woman could retort, Heena shifted her predatory gaze to the second man standing quietly in the back of their group.
"Oh, my," Heena smiled, her voice dripping with fake sympathy. "Aren't you the idiot who tried to conquer an empire-building world last month? The one who got rejected by the local queen, beaten so badly in the throne room that your system had to emergency-eject your soul before she mounted your head on a spike? Huh?"
The man's face instantly drained of color, his jaw dropping in shock that she knew about his classified mission failure.
