"Oswin, it's just a bet. If you don't have a skilled person in your division, admit defeat. How difficult can it be? Why waste time!" Zewen advised as if he was Oswin's longtime friend.
"No way!" Oswin refused.
"Then, bring a person to compete in the potion debate," Zewen uttered.
As Oswin and Zewen argued, Gin's eyes focused on the youth standing behind Zewen. He had an indifferent expression as if the ongoing dispute has nothing to do with him.
But, if one looked carefully, one would see unconcealed arrogance in the depth of his eyes.
Gin eyes flashed, 'I have finally found you."
How he could forget the face of this youth? He's the same arrogant young man Gin met along with Team Jose in the northern wasteland, during his Ranker exam.
He still vividly remembers the way he treated them—with disdain and arrogance as if they were mere insects. Even now, the youth held his chin high as if everyone around him is beneath his gaze.
