Standing in front of Erina were twelve maidens, all clearly from different Tribes and nations of the world.
Four of the faces, she could remember from when she and Roxy first found themselves in this place. Seven others she recognized as the ones who helped her wash up and get dressed. The last person was a new face.
According to what Aterra had told her, anyone she picked, would be her personal maid. It will therefore place that certain person higher than the rest maids.
It was a very difficult choice to make.
She's never had to make such a hard decision before in her life. The hardest decision she ever had to make was choosing between jam and peanut butter for her bread.
But this one was on a whole different level. What if the others start to hate her because she didn't pick them? She was new here, she didn't want anyone hating her.
