The Atmosphere Had Built Up to This Point

Just as Tver was appraising the lively scene before him with great interest, Frost, who had finished interviewing several wizards and ambassadors at the sidelines, could not resist coming over.

He had long been unable to contain his curiosity. Even while interviewing others, he had been distracted, repeatedly glancing toward Tver.

The moment he saw Tver compose himself, he grabbed the cameraman and strode over.

Of course, even though he had interviewed many national leaders, after witnessing a fierce battle that had left even the wizarding world dumbfounded, his tone was much gentler.

"Hello, Mr. Tver Foley. I'm a special correspondent for the British Broadcasting Corporation. I'm very pleased to see you emerge victorious from this... spectacular battle."

Frost had no idea how to describe such an unbelievable battle.

To call it good? Compared to the technological methods of modern warfare, the sight of two people waving wooden sticks around was certainly rather... primitive.

But to call it bad? Please, just look at the pockmarked ground here.

A battle where waving wooden sticks could trigger what amounted to a minor earthquake, supplemented by all sorts of mysterious methods that let wizards fly about—the elegance and sheer power of it were simply beyond anything modern warplanes and artillery could compare to!

"Thank you."

Tver understood the importance of this news coverage even better than Frost did, so he did not mind appearing on camera.

After fighting such a battle, continuing to hide would be little more than burying his head in the sand.

Seeing Tver's friendly attitude, Frost's face lit up with delight.

He knew that the young man before him wielded extraordinary political influence across the world and possessed the formidable ability to sway the peace of both worlds.

Being able to interview Tver, even for only a short while,