Everything stopped just as the robber was about to stab Souta in the lungs. A
light as bright as the sun nearly blinded him. He realized the floor felt cold and the
redness behind his eyelids was dimming. Souta opened his eyes and found himself
on the floor of some immense throne room, the ceiling was decorated with art of
everything you could use to insult your parents in two minutes. The pain in his leg
vanished and the wound along with it. Souta stood up and realized there was some
sort of pattern below his feet. More importantly the fifty robes supported by unseen
shoulders with gloved hands holding the fanciest and cheesiest looking staffs. "The
summonings have been successful your majesty!" Yet another robed figure yelled
to the top of the throne. "Oh, I see, so you people have summoned me to this world
to save it no?" Souta looked to his right, and seeing another person standing on top
of an odd pattern. She raised her head as if expecting praise for reciting the most
popular genre of novelty. Surprisingly enough, she received that very thing, and in
plentiful amounts as well. The robed figures muttered amongst them selves things
like 'How astonishing! She was able to predict what we were summoning her for' or
'Such beauty is befitting of the savior!'. Even the robed figures surrounding Souta
began to migrate towards her. In an instant they had completely forgotten about
him. At this point it was almost like the imaginary throne for the girl was higher
then that of the kings. When the robed figures finally finished ogling her beauty and
supposed intelligence, the king gave them both bags full of significant amounts of
gold and told him to leave the capital. Oddly enough Souta didn't hear the king telling her to
leave. Perhaps they were going to ask her how she got her hair to be so silky
smooth.