บท 697: Wendy Primrose, Bestower of Victory

*CLINK!*

Tableware clinked loudly as a recently recovered young man was grabbed by the collar once more, eliciting smiles from other youngsters.

"GLENN! HOW COULD YOU LOSE?! YOU KNEW YOU COULDN'T! NOW WE'VE BLOWN OUR CHANCE AT FIRST PLACE—ALL BECAUSE OF YOU!" Aziel raged, his hands shaking in anger and distress.

They were Yon Augenn's youth representatives! Anything less than first place is seen as a failure!

Naturally, even the usually composed Lord Hale Eversong was furious—not just because of their defeat, but more so due to Aziel's foolish reaction to it. 

Losing was still somewhat acceptable, but acting like a sore loser was not; it made them appear like clowns. 

As the leader of the youth representatives, Aziel should have handled the loss with dignity.

"Aziel!" Lord Hale loudly called out.