I Shall Make You My First Vassal!

“Whaaa?”

The manager stared at the prism card inside the card pack with a stunned expression.

“D-did I get it? Huh? Uuuh?”

Perhaps she was so shocked that she had lost the ability to speak, because the manager pointed at the card and repeated the same words several times.

“Manager, not yet. You said there are many kinds of prism cards.”

Among the prism cards, she had said that the winning card for the figurine was Asteria of Inferno, crying as she hugged a broken halo to her chest.

Nod, nod.

Perhaps she still had not recovered from the shock, because she could not finish her words properly and merely nodded.

I slowly took out the sparkling prism card.

A ruined holy site...