You shouldn\'t. There are too many of them and they are no amateurs ・・・・・・. Dakinira, along with other members of the Thieves\' Guild, were conducting a reconnaissance of a human trafficking ring when they were discovered by a rival gang. It was a trap. All of them were already wounded. The bandit members were at a disadvantage if their opponents included warriors or wizards. Dakinira\'s sacred magic had already been stopped. The guild members still fighting looked at each other and nodded. Dakinira! Run! We\'ll buy you some time here! Don\'t be silly! I\'ll fight too! Miko, ・・・・・, ask God to give me a seat in heaven, just a wooden box!\" With that, the thieves turned to their enemies, weapons at the ready. \'Motto, I\'ll go get help already! Don\'t die!!!!\" Dakinira cries as she runs. That\'s their priest! Chase after him! Don\'t let him escape!!!!\" The enemy\'s leader shouted loudly. \'I ain\'t going to let you go. ・・・・・ If anything happens to the priestess, we ain\'t going to hell! Not until you kill us! The guild members defend Dakinira and stand up to their opponents, who outnumber them and outgun them. I\'m ・・・・・・, you\'re dead ・・・・・・.\" The oldest of the guild members rises. The area is covered with wide, shining clouds, reflecting the seven-colored light that pierces from the sky. Through the mist, you can see colorful flowers blooming. And then I saw something big and shining above the light come to life. \"Hi-oh! Goddess! The bandits could not see their faces or even their figures, but they could sense with overwhelming presence and power that they were the gods of fortune themselves, halfway through their journey. There is still no seat for you in heaven.\" Overwhelmed by the great presence, the bandits sensed its meaning. Everyone is safe! Dakinira rushes back with her orc siblings in tow. You who frightened the child! I will not forgive you! The orc warrior roars, brandishing his great sword. The god of war lends you his strength, brave men and women who, knowing their own weakness, lay down their lives for their comrades. The war priestess, clutching her holy seal, swings her great axe. The middle-aged bandits felt their mortal wounds heal as they watched Dakinira\'s weeping face. Fortune is what you do to attract it and share it with others. The voice of the goddess of fortune certainly echoed in the hearts of the bandits.