The three of them, gathered together, looked a little nervous, like gamblers drawing lottery tickets, all taking a deep breath as they stared at the slip of paper in Emilia’s palm.
Even if they trusted their own abilities and didn’t care much, at this moment, they still felt a bit of anticipation and excitement.
It was just like pulling from a gacha pool—proud African warriors knowing they’d get nothing, but still drawing their swords with determination, their blood boiling as if they were back to the days of their first taste of the poison pool.
Whether it was joy...
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