When They Beg, I Rise!

She couldn't help but blurt out, "Honestly, SkyBlaze splurging on a new gunner wouldn't have been an issue. Why push Evelina into this? It's like heading straight for disaster. Everyone saw Evelina's dismal performance in the last match." Lemira's lips curled slightly, "Because they're thicker than water, that's why."

Lucian choked on her words, equally puzzled about Alaric's reasoning. To spite Lemira, maybe?

The match kicked off shortly after.

Watching the game unfold, Lemira knew SkyBlaze was headed for a brutal loss. As expected, Alaric's patience snapped, gearing up for an offensive play.

But Evelina was just not keeping up, even risking their hideout. Every attempt at targeting the enemy missed by a mile.

Alaric exploded, "Evelina, what the heck is going on? Weren't you supposed to hit them? Are you blind? They're right there and you still miss!"

"I'm doing my best here. They've got me pinned."

Evelina grew frantic, wondering why no one was covering for her.

Soon enough, the opposition closed in.

As they moved, Alaric fumed, "Evelina, I told you to snipe their mage, and you can't land a single hit?"

"I really am trying! They're well-guarded, and you guys aren't covering me."

"You're a gunner; this is your job! If Lemira were here, she'd have nailed it!" the words slipped out before Alaric could stop them.

An awkward silence fell over the team, all privately agreeing that with Lemira, the situation would've been different.

Evelina broke down, "I can't measure

up to Lemmy, but I've been trying so hard. What more do you want from me, Alaric? It's not like you haven't been ambushed yourself."

"Backtalk now? The last match was way worse than this time, yet Lemira could break through! You say you've got this, but this is how you damn do it?"

Alaric was on the verge of a

breakdown, Had it not been for

Evelina's claiming that she'd put a lot of efforts these days and for her recent promising match records, he might have believed she'd improved significantly.

Turned out, there was no improvement at all. Alaric was filled with regret. Tears streamed down Evelina's face as she followed the team. In the end, they lost the match, and it wasn't even close.

Alaric slammed his keyboard, a cold glare fixed on Evelina, "You play this badly and still claim you've improved a lot? This is a competition, not a practice session! You're nowhere near Lemira!" en

Now, reminiscing about having Lemira around, Alaric realized the team never had to worry about these issues.

Managing the team's affairs single-handedly lately made him appreciate how much Lemira used to handle for him. He had been oblivious.

Without Lemira as their ace, continuing the competition seemed futile.

Evelina froze, shocked that Alaric would vent his frustration in front of so many, comparing her unfavorably to Lemira.

Noticing the live camera pointed at her, she wiped her tears in grievance, "I'm sorry, I really tried my best. I'm so sorry!"

"Crying, always crying! Can tears solve anything?" Alaric was on the brink of madness.

Lifting his gaze, he saw Lemira in the VIP section, his look one of utter defeat.

Without Lemira, he felt powerless. He needed his sister more than ever!

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