When they moved closer, Ron realized the two weren't playing a normal match—they were doing a lesson.
"Your Highness Mia, look at your hand. You have a 'Wind Element 3'—Wind Blade. It's a low-power card with no special effects."
Betty explained seriously:
"In this situation, if I attack you and you have a stronger card that can defend, don't rush to use the strong one. Play this weaker card first."
"Since the defending side doesn't draw random cards, you can defend for two rounds. Using this rule, you can reasonably expend useless low cards before using stronger ones to block attacks."
"That way, when the round ends and your hand is replenished to five cards, you can draw two new ones."
"This greatly increases your hand refresh rate and the probability of drawing strong cards, instead of getting stuck with weak ones."
Mia nodded repeatedly, clearly learning a lot.
"This method isn't just for low cards—it also applies to cards that can no longer form combo magic."
Betty continued:
"For example, if you have a Fire Element 6, but you've already used all the cards that can combine with it, then you should consider discarding it."
"In exchange, you might draw cards that can form combo magic."
"Even if combo magic isn't always the strongest, in most cases, it offers the best value."
"As for those underdog victories, they usually require not just skill—but also very precise luck."
Ron nodded slightly.
Betty's understanding of magic dueling was deeper than he expected.
Looking around, the surrounding nobles were listening attentively—almost like students in a classroom.
Betty and Mia sat side by side, openly showing their hands, with Betty guiding each step in real-time combat. Everyone present benefited from it.
"What's going on here?" Ron asked quietly.
Nora leaned closer and replied softly:
"Miss Betty is also very talented at magic dueling. She often comes up with new strategies."
"On the second floor, aside from Wardson and Rowell—who don't come often—she's easily in the top ten."
"But more importantly, she's very good at teaching."
"A lot of strong players can't clearly explain their thinking—but Miss Betty can break down details and key points very clearly."
A beginner village guide, Ron thought.
The kind who leads newcomers into the game with exceptional clarity.
"I heard that during Wardson and Rowell's match, she was sitting here explaining the match in real time—and did an even better job than our host."
Nora added.
Watching Betty's focused teaching, Ron suddenly realized—
Isn't this basically a professional commentator?
And not just theoretical—she's skilled herself.
A player-commentator hybrid.
That sparked new ideas.
If he were to organize tournaments, commentators would be essential.
Magic dueling had plenty of depth—complex strategies, unexpected plays.
Without someone explaining things, many viewers would struggle to follow, reducing the excitement.
An idea formed.
Instead of approaching her immediately, Ron pulled Nora to a corner booth and sat down.
With Mia present, most nobles were gathered there—it wasn't the right moment yet.
"Is it true Miss Betty is a collector?" Ron asked.
Despite having met before—even hunting together—and even being rumored as his "seventh wife," their relationship was actually quite distant.
At most, they'd exchange nods when passing by.
Aside from hearing from Sister Sylvie that Betty was a collector, he knew little else.
"Well… I think so," Nora said uncertainly. "She has bought nearly every item available in the arena."
Pulling Nora into his arms, idly playing with her hand, Ron began considering how to recruit Betty.
She was, after all, a viscount's daughter—would she even be interested?
But judging by her enthusiasm for teaching, she might be approachable.
If needed, he could offer her a full set of Element Card skins—or even involve her in designing them.
That should satisfy any collector.
Before long, Betty's "lesson" ended.
Mia came over to greet Ron, chatted briefly, then left.
The nobles who had gathered gradually dispersed as well.
Only then did Ron stand and approach Betty.
"Miss Betty, I have something I'd like to discuss. Do you have time?"
Betty, who had been chatting with her friends and preparing to play, suddenly heard Ron's voice.
She turned sharply—and upon seeing his face, confirmed she hadn't imagined it.
His Highness Ron… is looking for me?
In an instant, countless romantic fantasies flooded her mind.
As expected… His Highness treats me differently.
She had noticed it back during the hunting trip.
Otherwise, why would he have chosen to share a carriage with her?
"Your Highness Ron, I have time," she said quickly, standing up.
Ron led her to the corner booth.
Betty smoothed her skirt as she sat, still a bit dazed, nodding politely to Nora beside her.
Ron sat opposite and had three drinks brought over before casually starting the conversation.
"Miss Betty, you seem quite interested in magic dueling?"
"Yes… I think it's very fun."
"Do you come often? With friends?"
"I come almost every day now. Even if I'm alone, I still come to check new challenges. And if there are new skins, I'll definitely try to get them."
She's completely hooked… Ron thought, sipping his juice.
"I heard that during Wardson and Rowell's match, your commentary was excellent."
"I could see both players' hands, so it was easier to explain," Betty said modestly.
Not everyone could do that, Ron thought.
Then he got to the point.
"We're planning to introduce a ring match at the arena. Strong players will defend the stage, and others will challenge them."
"Winners receive rewards."
"To make it more engaging, we need someone skilled at commentary."
"Our previous host understood the basics but couldn't explain advanced strategies—so some of the depth was lost."
"So, I'd like to invite you to become the arena's first commentator—to explain matches when needed."
"What do you think?"
"Sure, sure~" Betty agreed immediately without hesitation.
Ron: "?"
Wait—what?
Shouldn't you at least ask about compensation?
Or make some small request?
Why agree so quickly?
At least negotiate something!
"…Is something wrong?" Betty tilted her head. "I'm fine with it—it sounds fun."
To her, explaining matches was enjoyable in itself.
And if it helped His Highness Ron—even better.
As for payment?
A viscount's daughter didn't lack money.
If she needed any, she could simply ask her father.
This wasn't about work—it was just personal interest.
Ron quickly understood and didn't push further.
They settled on a verbal agreement.
As for future tournament commentators, that could be decided later.
For now, letting Betty gain experience through the ring matches was a good start.
It would also help the staff familiarize themselves with event operations before organizing full-scale tournaments.
After saying goodbye, Ron left with Nora.
Meanwhile, when Betty returned to her friends, she was immediately surrounded.
"What did His Highness Ron talk to you about?"
"Why does it feel like you're so close to him? I was there during the hunting trip, too!"
"Is Betty really going to become the Seventh Prince's seventh wife?"
Betty flushed bright red and hurriedly explained.
"Commentator?"
"That actually suits you—you're really good at it."
"Wait—you didn't ask for anything? You just agreed?"
Betty blinked. "Ask for what? Talking about money feels too crude…"
"You're silly! You could've just asked to treat His Highness to dinner!"
"Exactly—a late-night dinner~"
"Hahaha, are you asking for a favor or giving one?"
"Seriously though—with His Highness Ron's looks, who would actually come out ahead?"
"Wow, you sound experienced."