Nighttime, inside the inn where the Divine Magic Academy's tournament delegation was resting.
"Kneel!"
Ashburn ruthlessly kicked Adrian in the knee, forcing him to kneel, not giving anyone else a chance to speak, making him kneel first before saying anything else.
Hilia was startled by the scene before her.
She hastily said, "Your Excellency Ashburn, there's no need for this, it's not good for Chairman Adrian."
Ashburn replied indifferently, "There's nothing wrong about it. A man who has failed in his duties, causing the Mage League to be postponed multiple times or even suspended, and plunging the Northern Alliance into a demon crisis—killing him on the spot wouldn't even ease my anger."
"Uh... that's a bit much..."
For Hilia, Adrian had only revoked her qualification to compete—it wasn't worth going as far as killing him.
Of course, however serious it was for the Northern Alliance had nothing to do with Hilia.
