Meanwhile, outside of the venue…
"Come on, Sheva… This is your chance, please don't choke it up…" Bagas mumbled rapidly, staring at the board on the screen with cold sweat on his forehead.
Medina just facepalmed when she listened to that through her earphones. Honestly, if only this were not a live broadcast, she would want to berate the boy on the spot, as it was unbecoming for a host to act that way. Irene, the traitor she was, though, just giggled silently, finding this situation to be amusing.
"Okay, Bagas, no need to send your desperate prayer like that, the situation hasn't reached the point where Sheva is so close to death yet." In the end, she couldn't bear with it anymore and voiced her dissatisfaction. "Also, where is your trust in your best friend? He has been showing from time to time that this is the situation where he would thrive the most, so where does the doubt come from?"
