Chapter 1081: In Need of a Champion

Tycondrius breathed out through his nostrils. How much did Rosenhart actually comprehend? 

It wasn't excessive to say that the fate of the Realm hinged on decisions made in the Command Tent. 

...Was it too late to replace him? Sindal had similar qualifications. 

Hm.

Why *was* Rosenhart sent instead of her? It seemed a rather arbitrary division of duties.

"What happened..." King Adal frowned, "Are you referring to... how the Navarre warrior sprouted wings?"

"N-no, your majesty," Rosenhart frowned. 

"You don't have to call a foreign king 'your majesty,' idiot," Natalya grumbled. 

"The wings?! The *WiNgs,* you imbecilic wHeLp?" Leafstrangle yelped, "There's nothing sPeCiAL about the wings! Everyone in this gods-damned TENT can grow wings!"

Tycon wondered if that was true. 

Natalya's Starfury had wings of fire.