"By the way, I think there's been a mix-up. This is my mistake. All participants should move to the right side, while their aides, maids, or assistants stay in their current positions," Mr. Aji orders. Without hesitation, I join the others moving to the right, pausing briefly to reassure Helen to remain calm.
As I glance back at the group we just left, I notice about fifty aides and maids like Helen standing together. The stark difference in numbers between participants and aides surprises me even more.
"The number of participants has dropped this year, but we still have over two hundred… Alright, sir," Mr. Aji mutters. Though he seems to be talking to himself, I can tell he's communicating with someone through a magical device—likely a communication stone.
Suddenly, Mr. Aji snaps his fingers, and before I can process what's happening, we teleport to a new location. I blink, finding myself in an enormous hall illuminated by bright, white spirit lights.
