325 The Lost Relics

Federico almost wanted to kick the door of his own study. If not for the fact that there were already knights who opened it for him, he would have destroyed the wooden barrier.

He could almost not contain his anger! He wanted to scream and kill someone!

"Father, where have you been?" The one who welcomed him was Martin.

"What are you doing here?" Federico snapped. He recalled telling him to go and heal the soldiers who were suffering from the tide.

"I have been looking for you. Your aid informed me that you went to the black market," Martin sounded morose.

"What of it?" Federico sat on his chair and glared at his son. "Do not tell me you cannot even manage those soldiers?" he asked.

"That is not why I am here," Martin said. "I cannot heal all those soldiers. I— The tide is endless. I do not—"

"So you came to complain?" Federico asked.

"I wanted to know why the beasts would show up when it is morning! The sun is up! How could something like that happen!?"