At this moment.
The green-robed figure with a certain divine trait extended Their sleeve.
Annan's nerves immediately tensed up—because what came out of that sleeve was not a human hand.
To be precise, Annan couldn't see anything... Something invisible and transparent reached out from the sleeve, spreading a stack of cards and a chess piece on the table. At the same time, They took out a bright yellow, baby-fist-sized twenty-sided die.
Three cards automatically drew themselves from the deck, landing beside Annan. Meanwhile, the twenty-sided die spun in front of Annan, seemingly waiting for his touch.
...What does this mean?
Annan was slightly puzzled, but he quickly figured it out.
—Does this mean I'm supposed to play a board game?
A hand of fate?
"...Should I roll the die first, then check the cards?"
Annan tentatively asked.
