Evelyn's eyes widened upon hearing the Champion's words.
"I beg your pardon, Your Grace?"
"Name your price! I'll give you anything!" spoke the Champion. "Just come under my wing and join my army!"
Evelyn giggled at the woman's plead.
"(It's funny, really. Since I'm already your disciple.)" thought Evelyn.
She cleared her throat and proceeded to address the middle-aged woman's request.
"But, Your Grace, you're the Champion of Mortalia! Your authority even rivaled the Emperor's!" stated Evelyn. "Should you wish for me to join your army, you simply needed to decree an order. No need to go to such length by offering me rewards in exchange for my loyalty."
"BLEGH! I never liked that authority thing!" said the Champion in disgust. "I was born a commoner and where I grew up, you needed to win the heart of the people you work closely with. Because you needed them to be someone you can trust."
