The hour-long arena matches ended quickly.
After Betty announced the end of tonight's arena matches and Andy had added another forty-odd silver coins to the prize pool, the number struck the spectators below like a hammer to the nerves.
Returning to the second-floor booth area, Betty's shoulders drooped slightly with exhaustion. When she saw Prince Ron waving to her from a nearby booth, she hurriedly pulled herself together and jogged over.
"Can you handle it? If it's too tiring, you can have someone rotate with you. You don't need to host the arena matches every day," Ron said with concern.
Betty immediately shook her head and smiled happily with pursed lips. "It is exhausting, but it's only one hour a day. I can still keep it up."
"And this kind of high-intensity commentary is also deepening my understanding of Magic Duels."
"Especially that boy named Andy. He's probably far more tired than I am, and I've learned a great deal from him too."
"It doesn't matter if I make the occasional small mistake—I can adjust in time. But if he makes even one tiny error and loses a match, all the victories he earned before that immediately lose their meaning."
"Being able to do that under such pressure is terrifying just to think about."
Seeing that Betty had not developed any resistance to it, Ron was relieved.
For now, Betty's commentary appeared to be quite popular among the first-floor guests.
At the very least, she was much better than the host the Magic Battle Hall had previously shoved into the role like a duck onto a perch.
It seemed that a female commentator for future professional Magic Duel matches was practically set in stone.
Given Betty's current state, if she could explain live matches before even more people when the