"Disperse!" The stern-faced elder loudly announced and left the debate hall along with other elders and volunteers.
Reon gave one last glance at Gin before leaving the hall along with Zewen and Division head Diryon. His eyes were filled with indignation and hatred.
Clenching his fist he thought, 'Only killing him with my own hands will wash away my humiliation!'
As for Zewen, he looked at the grinning Oswin and gritted his teeth, 'How did we lose?'
They planned everything. He still couldn't comprehend and accept the fact that they lose to the pill-making division.
If they won the contest, they would have completed the first step in annexing the entire Alchemy association.
Their victory would also pull in some of the loyal elders of the Association to their side. But Reon's loss destroyed their plan and three months of their hard work was also for nothing.
