That guy... is strong...
The Winged King sat, finally able to rest, exhaled loudly. He chuckled to himself, touching the still fresh scar on his cheek. His shoulders began to shake as he leaned back in the chair, hand across his face, laughing wildly. He tilted his head back, brushing his hand towards his hair revealing a glowing red eye.
So strong...
He ran over the events in his head. He now knew his target. He knew who had to kill. He ceased his maniacal laughter.
Verina, my Queen, I fought another King today. Dilcongain, what can you tell me about him? I need to teach him what my mother always taught me. He should never wound... what he can't kill.
He stared attentively at Verina, awaiting her explanation. The two of them came to his aid and fought for him. He'd yet to thank them for it. He would, but he couldn't contain his curiosity about the powerful enemy he'd faced. Konstanze no longer mattered to him beyond the insults she aimed towards Verina. He didn't need to concern himself with that, however. Verina would take care of the vile woman herself, in due time.