Ratifa's expression soured. She could hear the teasing, or rather, the sarcasm in Henry's words.
The Prince had given them far too many missions. The enemy numbered at least 150,000 to 200,000.
Based on the combat strength Henry had displayed so far, these enemies didn't seem entirely invincible.
So, with Henry having proactively requested combat assignments, it was perfectly reasonable for the Prince to assign him more missions based on his combat capabilities.
But Ratifa was here too! What did Henry's strength have to do with her?
Had the Prince not considered her feelings at all? Ratifa had always seen herself as the Prince's right-hand woman, but it turned out she was just a tool he didn't care about.
Henry patted Ratifa's shoulder and consoled her. "Don't overthink it. To the Prince, I'm a thorn in his side. He'd love nothing more than for me to kill a ton of enemies and then die on the battlefield.
