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"Convenient," the Tanarian thought to herself as Ruby magically retrieved her sword.
Further conversation revealed that the rumors were largely true. At least, Erephir's words were met with less enthusiasm than expected. Nevertheless, after some persuasion, the saint eventually relented and bestowed her favor upon one of the party members. However, once again displaying her characteristic stubbornness, Ruby decided to determine the lucky recipient using a counting rhyme, and the lot fell on... Erephir herself, their representative in the upcoming tournament. Or rather, the former representative, it seemed. Had Alaria not taken the initiative today by volunteering for the islands, the earth singularity would have disrupted all of the knight's plans. Although it was still too early to make any promises – it was quite possible that the list of participants had already been determined. If not, then now the fate of Margel, and all its inhabitants, depended on the Tanarian's success. And she couldn't afford to lose. Not now. There was only one path left – to victory.
And Plesu is left with the path of diary-style writing. Unless it turns out that the tournament is canceled and we will be taking down a raid boss together with Ayano.