My Son!
"Let me go! LET GO OF ME!" Avelina turned, brutally kicking one of the royal guards in the groin. This caused the guard to temporarily let go of her, as he appeared to be in deep pain.
With the use of this open, Avelina attempted to flee the high platform for the ring, but unfortunately for her, Old Master Lenort himself appeared before her in the brink of an eye, harshly gripping her by the hair.
Avelina, who felt the burning pain in her scalp, screamed in agony. She grabbed Old Master Lenort's wrist, trying to get him to let go, but it was obvious he had no intention of doing so.
"Girl, do you not know you are not meant to interfere?" Old Master Lenort coldly questioned. "You should have sat down in your seat and—"
"LET GO OF ME!" Avelina screamed at him, further infuriating the old man.
"You worthless human!" Old Master Lenort glared at her. He let go of her, but before she could escape, he gripped her by the neck, lifting her into mid-air.