The Fiends eyed the two with suspicion, and none of them showed any intention of standing up. The actual casting ability of a Third Circle magician was nothing remarkable; several who could cast Fourth Circle magic had already appeared. Adding in an individual who clearly fell below the average was like dragging an oil bottle along, making the pair seem like an unprofitable deal.
"I'll take them," said Lancelot, who had been silent until now, as he suddenly stood up. "That won't be a problem, will it, Lady Solheim?"
His action sparked a buzz of whispers, but Bruto and Alamir were not surprised. Both knew very well what kind of character Lancelot was, he was strange if he picked the strong ones. In the end, he was sure to gather those whose strength was feeble, who were in a pitiful state, and who looked unlikely to survive.
'Of course not, Sir.' The six-armed Serpent Demon glanced at the Human Knight, 'I doubt there's anyone more suitable than you. Next!'