"She injured Axel's right hand. How's he supposed to take part in the shooting test now?" Axel's father was fuming, glaring at Mirabella as if he could breathe fire.
This was supposed to be the Davis family's heir assessment!
How could she just go ahead and mess up his son's hand like that? Nick shot a look at Axel, "Hey, anything goes in a fight. Axel himself said it."
Axel froze at Nick's words, at a loss for a comeback.
But Axel's dad wasn't having any of it. "Anything goes? So, you're saying targeting my son's right hand wasn't intentional? Is that it?"
He had clearly yelled for her to stop, yet she hadn't let his son off the hook.
How could he accept such a flimsy excuse?
Axel's father took a deep breath, noticing a few elders approaching. He clenched his fists, nodded at them, and pointed at Axel's injured hand, "Elders, please, do justice for my son."
The head elder, his hands behind his back, glanced between Axel's family and Mirabella and Nick, his expression unreadable. "If you can't hold your own, don't come out and make a fool of yourself."
Axel's father's eyes widened in disbelief, "Head Elder, my son was supposed to take the shooting test soon..."
"If he knew there was a test, he should've thought about the risks before accepting a challenge. He's got no one to blame but himself," the head elder said without a hint of sympathy.
He might have hoped Axel would take down Keir's niece, but clearly, Axel was the one who slipped up.
With such an audience, how could he play favorites with Axel?
Plus, the Davis family had strict rules: if you accept a challenge, you accept the risks, even if they're life-threatening.

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