... I'm Still Waiting

Failee returned to her throne, saying, "I heard that you were the reason Ludok City's SWAT teams were late to the scene. How does it feel being the man responsible for the escape of Ludok's largest-ever criminal?" 

Blinking and half-frowning, Prince Artor drew closer to the throne. He didn't bow or shirk in any way. "Me? I'm responsible for arming them properly. Without my direct signature, they would've been slaughtered. Or worse, air-raided by some suspicious, unmarked helicopters.

"And though there was such a sighting at the scene of Charling's penthouse, you blatantly denied them access to the better weapons that we ordered for these very situations? Or am I mistaken, Madam Failee?"

"That's quite an assumption, Prince Artor…" Madam Failee maintained her composure while lounging against the throne's backrest.