The King's expression grew complicated on watching the event unfold before him.
He was rather powerless at the moment, at least in a Rite of Challenge, as he could not influence his authority to his will.
He didn't even think it would be necessary, but something wrong just occurred.
'Did….did I just lose my advisor?' He thought as he watched Raph walk up to the man who was frozen still in the middle of the Sparring Ring.
The white-haired boy simply tapped the Ice statue on the forehead, and it caused the statue to disintegrate into the air, turning into particles of white ice and snow.
'...What is the meaning of this?' He pondered, his gaze unable to hide the discontent he felt.
"Your Highness!"
As if to add pepper to the wound, Raph called out, turning his attention towards the King as he bowed.
"I have defeated the challenge. By the Rite of Challenge, I shall ask for my three requests".
