You are our god

Farmyrth frowned and asked, "How long has this been going on?"

"It started about… two hours ago." A man spoke up: "Currently, only the high-ranking nobles we allowed to observe this competition know about this."

"Maybe… They will quickly come to our academy to question this matter later."

Farmyrth, who was sitting in her chair, tapped her fingers on the table emits unpleasant sounds and asked, "How do you think we should resolve this problem?"

Hearing that, the two men looked at each other, then one bowed his head and said: "I think we should let the rescue team go and rescue all the candidates inside the forest."

"Also, the second round of the competition should be temporarily suspended, while the current score remains the same. We should also give Alec and Harris appropriate punishment or hand them over to the Empire's security team."

"What about you?" Farmyrth glanced at the other man.