36 Winning the Lottery (1/2)

Draig had been spending the past few days thinking about Zarra's words, he couldn't shake the them from his mind or their possible meaning. It had plagued him to the point he was losing sleep, gritting his teeth in frustration he swore to himself.

'Your playing games Mage, I will see you fall and I will learn your secrets' thought Draig as he tossed his gaze towards the doors.

Osmond had just entered and he had a gleeful look on his face.

”Lord, the lottery is today and will soon be starting. I would advise you to not miss the festivities.” announced Osmond

”Very well, Sylvie fetch Goeki and you two will accompany me” ordered Draig as he stood and began his way to the gate.

”Lord, why not bring me and allow me to assist you in a making a strategic choice” asked Osmond in a bit of a panic.

”I am perfectly capable of making sound judgements on my own, or perhaps you doubt my capabilities” answered Draig with a sharp tone.

He was getting tired of this Strategist overstepping his bounds, he had already had to counter several changes he had tried to make to his current system. If he continued to act so impudent then he would become a husk and his skill given to a more worthy candidate.

”N-no Lord, I had just thought you would bring me along as an assistant.” responded Osmond catching the dangerous tone in which he was answered.

”I am making a show of power, so I need two of my best to follow. You continue arranging the coliseum and our hold on the market.” commanded Draig as he left the room.

Osmond clenched his fists tightly.

'Your best? Then what am I, you will see the error of your ways' thought Osmond leaving in a huff.

Draig was met at the gate by Sylvie and Goeki and arrived at the Lottery ceremony shortly allowing for Draig to take a seat as he watched the System hand out classes. He was here on a mission to inspect the oddity and perhaps induct it if possible.

As the ceremony passed he realized their were many more recipients then when he had won, perhaps it was to make up for the Guilders lost during the Training Program.

Draig inspected each recipient coolly as their class was announced.

”Black Knight” announced the system gifting the class to a pale youth who seemed emotionless.

”Spectral Assassin” The recipient an cold looking girl

”Swordsman” A common youth who had particularly strong arms

”Heavenly Craftsman” the recipient a youth with calloused hands who held an expression of gratitude

”Light mage” a shy looking girl

”Black mage” another girl though she was covered in head to toe in loose clothing

”Planes Summoner” and excited looking youth hopped on to the stage

This continued on with a few other interesting classes appearing until a static sound took over the system bringing a smile to Draig's lips, the same thing had happened when he received his Vampire class.

”Death Knight” a youth stepped onto stage looking around pathetically.

Draig had found his target but was brought from his reverie when the static was heard again, he wasn't the only one as the crowd were also in shock.

”Werewolf” at this point a girl walked onto the stage and carried a disappointed look.

Then the entire world seemed to fall silent, the static at this point seemed to become deafening as he even Draig lost his composure.

'Three Oddities at once, there is something more to this.' thought Draig as he felt something was amiss.

”Demon King” a girl similar to a gangster walked onto the stage looking around haughtily.

After that the Lottery continued as usual with a few Elite classes revealing themselves.

As it finished the group of winners were brought to a room where they waited to be sorted while the higher powers took their pick.