When Bingdisi gracefully stretched her waist and drew the holy longbow into a full moon, speaking in the benevolent yet commanding tone of a goddess, saying "the power of the holy light," I knew I basically had nothing to do, since this fierce female hooligan and the sister beside her, already shrouded in dark mist, would handle everything. Not to mention Monina, who was lurking in the shadows: her close-range instant kill skill was ranked second among her most proud talents.
The first ranked was her technique of baking small round cakes without adding water.
Speaking of, ever since I've been surrounded by increasingly fierce folks, my opportunities to personally engage in combat have seemed to dwindle, which may count as a kind of luck?
