I was never a leader. Granted, I could act as one if need be, but I absolutely hate being in charge, especially if I knew that I had no idea what I was doing.
But shot calling? That was something I was at least familiar with so long as I had enough information to work with.
"We're here..." I whispered out.
Looking up at the room we found ourselves in, it was pretty much a textbook example of being in a deep dark dungeon with nothing but our own lights to illuminate it. An iron chandelier hung right overhead, visages of old paintings and dilapidated furniture barely being revealed by Maruki's shield as we walked forward. And right in front of us, the true enemy finally showed itself.
"Princess!"
"My Princess!"
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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