"What the hell was that just now?"
"That guy was obviously stealing the ball from his own teammate, right? Are they really letting someone like that play?"
"But you have to admit, he did score."
The spectators were also mostly staring at one another in bewilderment.
On the field, Barou Shoei, who had just scored, let out a roar as if venting his emotions, then strode over to Isagi Yoichi and grabbed him by the collar, looking as if he wanted to devour him alive.
"Isagi, you bastard, what the hell did you mean at the end?!"
The veins on his forehead bulged, and the fury on his face was unmistakable.
At the very end just now, Barou Shoei had noticed Isagi Yoichi slightly kick the ball outward, as if deliberately allowing him to steal it.
That had infuriated Barou Shoei, making him feel as if Isagi Yoichi had been using him from beginning to end.
"That's right. I deliberately let you steal it. Everything was within my calculations."
Facing Barou Shoei's fury, Isagi Yoichi still wore a smile, as if he didn't care about the other man's emotions at all.
"Just obediently perform your role in the script I arranged."
"You bastard!"
A genuine impulse to kill Isagi Yoichi erupted in Barou Shoei's heart, but he ultimately restrained himself and released the other man's collar.
"Don't think you can manipulate me, Isagi Yoichi. I'm the King on the field. Don't think you can control my actions! I'll settle this account with you properly later!"
"Sure, Your Majesty the King. But let's wait until after the match."
Isagi Yoichi looked straight into Barou Shoei's eyes as he replied, his voice powerful and resolute.
"..."
Barou Shoei wanted to say something, but in the end, he couldn't get the words out.