"What did you just say? Our troops have been overwhelmed by the Demon Race's forces on the battlefield? How did this happen?"
Sitting on a magnificent throne, Velix gazed at Jim with a disgruntled and annoyed expression.
Jim nodded slightly, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor as he explained, "That's correct, Your Majesty. We've received battlefield reports indicating that our troops are being suppressed by the demon forces. Furthermore, casualties have surpassed the thousand mark and continue to rise."
Upon hearing this, blue veins bulged on Velix's forehead, and he clenched his fists tightly.
"How is this possible!? The war only started a few hours ago, so why are there already so many casualties? Jim, I demand an explanation!" Velix shouted, his anger evident in his voice.