Francis turned to a young girl who looked a little older than he was. She was sitting at the side and resting back on the wall while trying to catch her breath, and the gauntlets on her hands told Francis that she was a brawler-type fighter. The girl was an A Rank, and her name was Marge. Francis had been watching her all this time, so he could see that she had still not gotten used to fighting alongside her Legion subordinates! Marge had two Moonlight Wolves and an Adamantine Ant as her subordinates, and Francis watched as one of the wolves came up to Marge and poked her with its nose to try to make her stand up. Marge flinched slightly when the wolf came close, but she eventually smiled and pet the wolf on the nose before getting up and dusting herself off.
'She still doesn't trust her partners. Is it because they're Magic Beasts? Maybe she still sees them as enemies? She must've been fighting alone all this time, and that's why she's so exhausted. Alright, she's the best choice.'
