Walking back to the dormitory, Iyas was full of worry. She was very afraid that Yang Yu would lose to Vorquis.
That way, she would have no choice but to join Vorquis's team.
Recalling the man's "righteous indignation" and "passionate eloquence," Iyas felt an indescribable discomfort.
Perhaps such a person was what Yang Yu had once described: a refined egoist, who always claimed to do everything for others, but in actuality, was only out for himself.
Just being around that man made Iyas feel like her skin was crawling, let alone becoming his partner.
"You're not really thinking about facing him in a showdown, are you? He's so confident—must have some kind of secret weapon. Do you think you can beat him?"
"To be honest, it's hard to say."
Yang Yu's ambiguous and extremely nonchalant tone infuriated Iyas,
