Haruki understood the man's frustrations, but understanding was one thing—protecting Lanling's reputation was another.
The once-gentle breeze stirred into a mischievous wind, ruining the first challenger's attempt. His arrow, meant to soar into the sky, veered wildly and plummeted into the distant forest, still visible to the crowd.
"What the hell was that?! Next!"
Ayella's voice rang sharp with irritation. She didn't hesitate to kick the man off the stage with a firm push of her foot, her disappointment deepening as he struggled to regain his footing.
The next challenger didn't fare any better. His arrow shot straight up, only to lose momentum and drop back down like a stone.
"W-What?! Let me try again! I'm an expert archer, for fuck's sake!"
He gaped at his failed attempt, unable to believe his own eyes. Ayella, just as baffled, narrowed her gaze. But if she allowed him a second chance, the first man would demand the same. She refused to open that door.
