In his career as an announcer for major events, Sylvesto had been in a lot of situations where he had had to play nice with people he didn't like because there was a need for him to do so.
Yet, so far, he had never met anyone as mind-numbingly annoying as the person in front of him,
It wasn't even that the man was dumb and obnoxious; on the other hand, he was one of the kindest men he had ever met.
The problem was professional pride. When this man knew something, he was usually right, and he knew it. Hence, his head swelled so much that he couldn't stop talking.
In this very announcer's booth, Sylvesto had already had to shut his mouth and fume twice because he had been proven wrong.
The first time, it had been when he had made the prediction that Lanthanor would win in the wrestling competition just like their miraculous victory in the Mage Archery Tournament.
