Chapter 33

Lemira stood in the hallway, locking eyes with Alaric.

Alaric, feeling his pride wounded, struck first, "Came for a good laugh, did you? Find it amusing to see our team being mocked? Happy now?"

Lemira's expression was cold, "It's because you were outplayed."

Just then, the IronVow team made their way to the backstage area. Lemira turned her gaze to the captain of Iron Vow who said those provocative remarks earlier, "Got a question for you. Are you an orphan, with no parents to speak of?" The captain of IronVow scowled, "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Exactly what it sounds like. With that foul mouth, I thought maybe you lost your parents early, with no one to teach you manners."

"Why you little brat, dare to say that again?"

Lemira had clearly struck a nerve. She shot back, "In the upcoming match, if you lose, then I want a public apology in front of the press for what you said about my parents!"