Doomlord rolled his eyes inside his armour and snapped his fingers, one of the guards hurrying to pull down the injured advisor. "Honestly Ass," he disguised a snicker, like he did every time she said the bimbo's name, "it's not like it's that difficult. I pulled a sword from a stone a week ago. It was in my fuckin' quarters. Just, 'poof' appeared there. Sword was pretty shit." He gave a chuckle.

"Milord, whilst I understand we effortlessly defeated the previous..." He counted off a few numbers in his head, "four hero groups with ease, you deliberatley made sure your men treated any security malfunction as a full scale emergency. Not to call you hypocritical, but wouldn't following your own advice be prudent?"