Chapter 360: 16 Year Old Inglis and The Meaning of Matchmaking (12)
“Hahaha… They've known each other for all of five seconds and they're already battling," Rafinha laughed nervously.
Eris shrugged. "I suppose birds of a feather flock together. Who would've thought that the top Highlander would be one of them?"
"Well, it's still preferable to Ymir being invaded, right?" Rafinha attempted to make light of the situation.
Eris raised an eyebrow, "Do you think he came to investigate her after hearing about her defeating the Prisma? Could that be how he found out about her engagement?"
The pair knew very well that any royal notification wouldn't reach the three Highland Archdukes. And even if it did, it would be ignored. The Highlanders were in an unassailably superior position.
Caraldo, with a chuckle, said, "The Duke of War is always in search of a worthy adversary. It's all well and good to train alone, but a true opponent can show the fruit of one's training. Upon hearing the rumors about Lady Inglis, he could barely contain his excitement. It brings me great joy to see him having such fun."
“Hahaha…” Rafinha and Eris had certainly heard similar remarks before. All they could muster in response was a hollow chuckle, their dismay evident.
Right before their eyes, a fierce exchange of blows ensued between Inglis and Jeldegrīva.
The echoes of their violent clash filled the air as Inglis's small fist met with the hulking man's again and again. Despite her smaller stature, it was clear to the onlookers that Inglis was holding her ground, even if she seemed to be slightly pushed back.