I was Drafted Into a War as the Only Human

He earned a lot of cold stares from his outburst, but Lucy didn't let that faze him.

After a few seconds, Seraphine continued speaking, her voice light and cheerful.

"Now that I have your allegiance, we can begin the assortment," she said, gesturing toward a large crystal ball resting atop a marble pedestal.

"This ball will reveal your magic power and the rank of your ability!" Her eyes practically gleamed with excitement.

Lucy's face lit up as he stared at it.

'Magic power, abilities? Here, I thought money was the best thing in the world. Well, in my old world, anyway.'

Seraphine's voice carried efficiently across the vast marble hall.

"Darfin Valmys, my head general of the elves, will call you up individually. When he calls your name, you'll approach the crystal, place your hand on it, and pour your mana into it."

At her words, an elven man stepped forward. He was stunning—tall and lithe, with absurdly long golden hair and even longer pointed ears. His beauty was almost unnatural, like the gods themselves had sculpted him.

Lucy glanced at him, his spirit immediately crumpling.

'The goddess called me cute, the goddess called me cute,' he chanted internally, a desperate shield against the overwhelming gap in handsomeness.