Ymir wore a met-bun-long wavy golden hair. Like Felix, he had an ideal body underneath a plain green-grasses thin tunic. He was fifteen years older than Felix. If Oxhorn, known as the muscle, and Basil was the soul, this smiling face-man was known as the brain of Orzon Camp. Everyone recognizes his intelligence that could create a perfect hunting strategy, and the women often ask him to teach them how to cook. Felix used to respect him, but now….
While smiling, Ymir pressed Felix's right hand, forcing him to hold a dagger at the waist. Feliz then switched to daggers at his ankles, but Ymir Agatha kicked his hand and forced him to stand.
"Felix, are you okay? Who is he?" asked Melisa, stepping forward to help him, "Hey, stop. You're hurting him, you know."
Felix raised his left hand, a code for Melisa not to interfere. His eyes were sharp and challenged those pair of calm eyes of the annoying man.
