“No need to worry, Thana. I got this.”
A hoarse voice rang out loudly within the corridor of Thailand’s Summoner Association’s HQ. The lanky figure that was walking along it was of a man in his early 40s who was wearing a wide, nonchalant grin on his face and a Thai national uniform jersey on his body. He was holding a tablet in one hand, the object helped make him look slightly more professional.
Another person walking in front of him was none other than a portly and short man, Inthana, the president of the association.
“Don’t go overboard on your first day. Looks like Merlin doesn’t know yet that I have you as our coach for another year. He’s going to kick up a fuss once he does, though, so you just go along with him for the time being.”
“It’s cool. This ain’t my first rodeo.”