"Number two in reverse order."
Upon hearing this voice, the four people standing in front of the stage instantly became tense.
"It's, it's almost our turn!!"
One of them, wrapped entirely in a cloak, reached out and grabbed the clothes of the Cleric next to them tightly.
"I wonder who we'll draw as our assistant... I just hope it's not a bad person..."
"But we don't really have a choice, do we?"
Hearing this, one of the four, a girl wearing silver-white armor and carrying a huge sword, curled her lip. She had hair like burning flames which, at the moment, was tied into a ponytail that swayed with her movements.
"Uhh... Sorry, everyone, it's all my... If it weren't for me..."
